dash dash dash

of many useless emails I infrequently send as shout-outs to long-losts, i like this one:


is this you?

nine months later i discover i still have your email address, if this is the one you are using .... hello from new york city, where i still am, yet dancing. projects yes, company - pending, choreography - ever in process, website forthwith. saving the world one cell at a time. i should put that on a t-shirt. that, along with "I cried for Kong", a statement that came up more than once from friends whilst watching the Oscars on Sunday night. I have others: "what the fuck you!" (overhead in a chinatown peddler's brawl), "--the fuh?" (for all those audiences new to contemporary dance -- regular post-show comment), "define gig" (for all us wannabes wanna-being in pick-your-own metropolitan-mess).

This is a random email, but I hope it brings you equal light and life as I'm sure you are continuing to give in your own daily travels/rambles. Don't forget: a line is two opposing ends waiting to meet in a circle.

Yours,

MEL