the itch

my ankles are covered with red dots. tiny itchy dots all over. bedbugs. i let them bite.

right now the rest of the group is over in the auditorium at the american embassy school in delhi. i'm on the campus, hanging out in (cohdi's dad) gene's house. helping myself to the cupboards. the computer. the anti-itch cream i found behind the mirror...that kind of thing.

so nice to be back in delhi in such a comfortable zone. it's so westernized here, this international school thing. it's like the nicest high school i've ever seen. so clean, and high-tech and modern. the auditorium is gorgeous, an incredible "catwalk" above the beams makes rigging for our show a breeze.

yesterday we walked around the campus at lunch time, i was in full ALVIN mode. tripping, falling, eating people's food, following people, walking into walls, chatting it up. we were advertising our week of workshops. i can't believe they start tomorrow.

today we gain two more members to our group. anne, cohdi's friend i met at burning man, and a man who's name sounds like "eww, die!" but i can't spell it. i won't even try. he'll be teaching MALAKAM (sp?) which is the indian rope sport (a lot like the rope acrobatics the gang does in ESCAPE ARTIST) for the workshops we start tomorrow with the students from the school and the slum across the street. i'm teaching clown, cohdi's teaching acrobatics and tumbling, alessandra's teaching stilt-walking and laura's teaching trapeeze. anne will be documenting the process and hanging out with us for the rest of our time here.

tonight we perform the show ESCAPE ARTIST (i'll be doing an ALVIN pre-show) and then go to the airport to pick up our friends.

i'm so interested in how the group dynamics shift...

a new chapter.

here we go.