i'm writing to query of the collective brain: anybody interested to reaffirm the re-bourgeoning flight of the tiny tramp steamer? and to be reaffirmed in return?
to put it plain-- i'm putting together next year's dream out of ether and sunshine. in casting about for 2500 low-key dollars, a conversation with Callie developed about mutual support for the dreams of friends. there are so many of us, our plans are myriad, and our strengths manifold: how about trying out a new kind of springboard? a combination of mutual aid, funny (well, amusing) money, and old fashioned love letters?
my own little dream is such: outfitting a step-van as a mobile culture recording device-- sound studio, art studio, tea studio, sewing studio, coupla chickens & tomato plants, etc. how many times have i wondered what i had to give the places i pass through? learning to move gifts of energy and arms and paint and things like this-- what are you doing, what are you making, and how can i help? what's the artifact which i've been carrying without knowing quite why that you need? what might you do with another pair of hands?
money though.
it's a gift of time that we can give each other in very small increments... so put a penny in the pot, and the penny will return to you wearing a stylish new hat!
if this is something you'd like to try, sending a small amount money out into the world to return accompanied by fragments & stories & songs & artifacts, click on the picture of Left My Heart In Kirksville, below. **(now defunct, don't be clickin')** it's a link to a paypal donation page. this goes into my private paypal, which to begin the microloan experiment, is empty. please make sure that the address you use will be the right one a few weeks or months from now (please also enter in the comment box: about how rapidly you'd like your loan to home home again).
if it works, it's just the newest way that you all have been the wind in my sails. so many thanks, and so so so much love.
if paypal isn't your jam, send me a post for the address of the real house of toast.
this is my homage to studs terkel, and my prayer investment in archival history, and my delight in sharing the movement of space/time with other people swimming in that medium (which is everyone, pretty much). new form, same function.
the challenge is not that this small amount might not appear eventually on my horizon-- only that i found the right van about six months ahead of schedule! and, oh, it's perfect.
so- anybody's wingnut foundation taking applications?
love to you all,
anner from saint louis.
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