Hoboculous Twinius Galerius

To further the purposes of living in buildings that are not your house Bethany and I are building forts inside of a gallery.

My first fort is complete. It is in the south corner of the room, cloth walls strung up with yarn and nails. There is a blanket covering the tiles of the gallery and my sleeping bag is sitting by the lamp. Sarah Daegling, are you reading this?
-sheets and lamps in galleries forever!!!


Bethany constructs a fort in the North corner of our new home. She's stapled a tarp to the wall and is taking measurements for cardboard.


We are a new species: Hoboculous Twinius Galerius: The conjoined unit, now homeless entity, building it's tents in a gallery.



They gave us special permission to sleep in the gallery for two nights, but lock the doors to the rest of the building so the homeless won't come in. This means that only one of us may leave the building at a time, and the other must stay within. In order to pursue our shared purpose of art-making we must operate now as two parts of one being: each dependant on the other: the twinius.

Being this collective-animal we lose our separateness: time and space we could take as an individual functioner is unavailable to those who must operate within a certain radius of each other. Therefore the houses we call "home" cease to be places we can abide at this moment in time, we become homeless or, hoboculous.

Finally, our particular state of hoboculom twiniism only fully exists because of the conditions of this gallery which is why we belong to the particular genus of Galerius.

And for the Shamanic Dancing portion of the evening...

Fits and Starts of
Performance Arts

See this film to experience a little of what I experience every day.

I really like Chicago.

I think that I could be here for a long time. I was walking with Sarah and Zayne and Zayne said, "This is the sea of interestingly colored things" and he gestured grandly to a particularly dingy section of ground under the train tracks. It was a corner filled with lots of little stones, but there was also an unusual number of small brightly colored objects collected between the rocks. There was a blue lego, a red something, a pink balloon, "Oh! A rollerskate!" said Zayne picking up a tiny rollerskate, "wow!" I said," "Look! A dead rat!" said Sarah, and we looked, and there was a dead rat.

I loved that. It kind of freaked me out and I felt sorry for the rat, but I also loved it.

I took the train downtown this morning, and I looked out my window the whole time. I could devote a year to a project I'm thinking about. The project would be to systematically look out of windows in Chicago. I would also spend a lot of time waiting for, and riding on trains. I would look out of the windows of every train I rode on. It might be nice to take photographs, but looking at things would be the project.

Yesterday David took me to the art museum. A woman asked us if we were okay because we were laying on the floor harmonizing for a half an hour and we forgot where we were. It was great because as soon as we said we were rehearsing for an art project she seemed really relieved. I also sang in a library yesterday. That was another art project that David's roommate Megan was organizing. To get into the library you have to have a school ID but I told the security guard that I needed to participate in an art project, and she immediately let me in. Pretending to be an artist/Being an artist really does help you do things. Everyone should take advantage of this all of the time, and accidentaly become artists in the process.

My favorite sequence of events in Chicago so far involved eating (pizza) drinking (beer) and then eating (dessert) some more. It was so glutenous and beautiful. I understand what Virginia Woolf was talking about when she said that you need to be well fed in order to feel like you're going to heaven. I have been drinking a lot of coffee, but we are only going to drink tea tomorrow when I set up the tent and sings songs. Now I am going to go find a toy store.

C