Hand balancing

Meanwhile, in New Zealand

Chicken-milk

On the milieu safari that is my life, sometimes standing on top of towering waterfalls and sometimes shivering whilst sweat covered deep in my sleeping bag in some makeshift camp, I am constantly hunting for the allusive creative shangri la. I'm lazy in some ways, entertaining rooms full of people or crowds on the street is on the cusp of psychologically unfeasible , not that I'm damaged as such, more rather I don't care enough about their approval.

Here I've discovered I can do skits digitally , this is my first. We'll see....


Chicken-milk-1
by: winsomecowboy

Interesting 3D audio, [wear earphones]

I think this is higher quality

http://hamburglr.tumblr.com/post/8717276078/first-go-grab-some-headphones-the-best-ones

and while your earphones are on, A Virtual 3D haircut

Pokhara street festival Nepal

It's in Aug I think. I might go...

I quite like fairy tale narratives

This is the tale of a little ten year old who got on the piano and on the internet and then that small thing became a bigger thing. A much bigger thing.

I remember also Tenacious D visiting Christchurch NZ and coming across a couple of 12 year olds busking and turned them into their opening act that evening. Same narrative .  Of course Lady Gaga does it bigger.

Old school street performance fest

On New Years Eve I was wandering around and found a street festival. A man explained to me, as near as I can understand, that it was to commemorate the new pavement of the street, and also to celebrate the New Year.

There was an orchestra of 14 men, seated on the ground, playing drums, gamelans and flutes. Three females danced, one at a time. This was traditional Balinese dancing, which is derived from Hindu forms, with the fascinating body postures, hand positions, eye and head movements, and facial expressions. It was a fun, neighborhood event. Each woman danced for awhile and then went into the audience to pick a male partner to dance with, to the uproarious laughter of the crowd. One dancer picked a westerner to join her, yes, yours truly.

It appeared to be a potluck. Women kept showing up with additional plates of food which were laid out on two tables. I was invited multiple times to dig in.

Fireworks were going off all over town all night and they reached a crescendo at midnight, which I viewed from the three-story rooftop restaurant, Black Beach.