Two for the price of one

This is the 29th Street Experiment, huh? So where are the experiments?

Soon, soon. I need to organize, plan some things. Write out a schedule on scrap paper. Lose said scrap of paper. Agonize over the lost brilliance of the ideas on the paper, get over it and write it again. I have to get a lab coat that doesn’t make me look either like a morgue attendant or like i’m about to shoot “Faye’s Anatomy” or “Nip/**ck,” which, i hear, is practically soft-core porn anyway. 
As a side note, i never realized how difficult it would be to porn-name medical movies. They’re already doing all the work for you, making any cleverness on my part come across as trying too hard. “Lorenzo’s Oil?” “Doctor X?” Come on.
Alright, "Patch Adams" is an easy one, too easy. [sigh] Where’s my comedy writing team?

And, of course, i intend to begin with the first of the year. 2010: my year of living dangerously. Except, no Mel Gibson, no vigilante murders—though there will be a small, personal, rather enlightening struggle for independence.

But all is not Boring Town, Blogosphere until then.

I originally had all of my writings here at the 29th blog but i have split us up. Ms. Yesenia (but, yikes, don’t call me that) runs this blog along with the other Lab Coats who have write-ups to contribute. Here will be reports and behind-the-scenes making-ofs, video, photography and so on. Headquarters for our goings-on. The other blog, Yes, Melynda, will deal more with my personal life throughout the course of this venture. Including all of my side-projects, art works and personal observations into why i am generally confused by the majority of humans approximately seventy-percent of the time. There’ll be a little cross-over. If this is at all confusing, don’t think so hard. Just pick one, follow along and join in when you feel comfortable doing so.

My choir teachers used to say that, “Follow along and join in when you feel comfortable singing along.” I know now that a better lesson was learned from Mz. Hankins, my strongest, sassiest, jazziest choir leader, who believed that scatting along before you knew what was going on was the way to get your feet under you. Don’t wait until you feel comfortable. As a matter of fact, never let yourself get comfortable! Seek out the unknown, hold hands with your fellow adventurers and lift your voice.
I don't think i would use those words exactly, or Mz. Hankins' motivational, almost Christian kitty posters for that matter and i don’t necessarily believe in dodging the comforts of this life. I certainly do try to seek out the unknown, challenge myself to stand in it, turn it over and understand it. And, once it’s become old hat, to step out and do it again. Lately it's become a priority to do more than try. I aim to make myself uncomfortable. If i remember how to be the sort of sassy, outspoken punk Mz. Hankins taught to sing "My Heart Belongs to Daddy," so much the better.

So, until the Experiment begins in earnest, check out my other space and do check back in here. We'll be finding out if Cherokee's 65/35 Poly/Cotton Twill w/Soil Release can be dyed using whatever crap i can find at CVS. Can i really build a distillery from the bargain buys listed on Ebay? And just how hard is it to build a spy camera case out of an old vinyl bag? More/Most importantly, how much Latin do i really have to know to claim the cred? And will anyone recognize an Ouroborus when they see one?