loose nuts and ADD time

My mind is coming apart like when Cam’ron and Nas TP your mom’s house for democracy. OK not like that. When petite Belgique choreographer Anne Teresa de Keersmaeker puts post-modern steps—twitch and skitter across the floor on kneepads, kick their legs out and up and roll around on the ground a lot—on Mostly Mozart in the Fame high school, it’s kind of awesome. Especially when she is a feminist and everyone’s wearing 18th century shirtwaists and Hanes underwear.
Also, are minimal techno show-atmospheres the same in every city in America? Cylob, looking very much like a cross between David Chandler/Solenoid and my old housemate/ex-Xtian techno producer Stefan, broke unexpectedly nasssty electro/acid trax over the heads of ducky dudes, a whole row of them, their glasses glued to the back of his iBook. E-Double and I: lone dancers. Granted, we were in a salaciously monikered Chinese installation-art bar on the LES and also dancing is illegal, but whatevzzz.
Once Time Warner delivers the internet to my house via truck and man, my sentences/thoughts will no longer resemble broken Twix.
PS MY NEW EMAIL IS julianneshepherd@yahoo.com; plug it in!
PPS my current top three rotating rap albs: jada “kiss of death” (soon to be defended) dizzee rascal “showtime” (“stand up tall” best song of year right now) cam’ron “the album god giveth and the album god taketh away” aka “raiders of the lost ark” aka “stupid (/) good” (aka the purple bootleg). More on everything soon, when the internet comes and I have seen Fat Joe and Cam and I play olympic whiffleball for Jadakiss.
Best advice all year, from tiny lucky: “WWGSD?” (“What Would Gloria Steinem Do?”)