The BloggerCon 2003 at Harvard is scheduled to have “Art Interludes,” but I sure hope they come up with something more creative than what’s been suggested so far. Except for my suggestion, of course, which was:
Rather than display works already created, since bloggers tend to improvise on the spot, why not have those brave enough improvise/create their own art. For example, (and you would need people to have access to the net and printers, you also would need magic markers, paper, fabric, sticky tape etc.), have Chris Locke begin affixing to a blank wall some improvisational creation as soon as he arrives — words, drawings, images from blogs. And then others add to this in some associative way, playing off each others’ themes (just as many of us verbally do in our weblogs already). In a way, it becomes a group “wall-log.” If you can come up with a way to cover the wall with large pieces of paper so that the resulting mural can be saved, at the end, everyone can take a piece of it home, digitize it, and use it as a jump-off point for blogging about the Blogger Con. Use your imaginations, guys!!
Art is as much process as product. Wouldn’t it be cool to see what kind of “art” bloggers might produce if they approach that creative act as they do the process of blogging?
And I am planning to be there for the second day, ’cause it’s for free. And I’ll be wearing my own personally-designed Kalilily Time t-shirt so that everyone will notice me. Or not.

Shuffle. Slap. Stomp. Scuffle. Stamp. Chug. Leap.
That’s me, tap-dancing. I’m taking tap-dancing lessons, and I’m not doing badly at all. I’m in a class of five women and one guy, all over the age of 55, who are tying to keep their bodies moving and their blood pumping.
The last time I took tap I was five years old and my mom had to take me on a bus to the lessons. That all lasted about six months. My mom did her best to socialize me to her standards. Most of it didn’t work. But she tried.
Now, of course, at the age of 87, what she is, is “trying.” She says she’s hearing voices singing Polish Christmas songs. And sometimes it’s at odd hours — like 4 a.m. Now, it’s possible that, given the building full of octogenians in which we live (me excluded, of course), someone just might be up at 4 a.m. playing and singing Polish songs. It’s possible.
And as for me at the age of 63, I’m trying to tap-dance. After all, there’s more to life than blogging, right?

Shamanic. Imaginal. Numinal. All words having something to do with experiences of the mind and body, the understanding of which is more related to creative psychological analysis than logical, empirical examination. All experiences that have little to do with external sensory adventures and more to do with the capacity of the mind to create another reality.
Back in the 1940s, when I was a severely asthmatic only child confined to bed for long periods of time, the radio offered me escape through imagination. Let