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The new shoes.
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Three weeks ago my old leather jacket got ripped from the collar almost to the waist. I just finished spending hours patching it and putting it back together. I could have got a new knock-off from China (that would probably turn out to be pleather when it arrives, despite what was advertised) for a few bucks that would serve well enough for the times I wear this. But it would never have the history and memories this old made-in-Canada chunk of dead cow has. There is the when and why I put the pins in. There's the time I threw it in a turtle tank that I was drunk enough to mistake of a coffee table. There are all the hours I spent re-sewing nearly every seam after the fuel line broke on a van I was working on and it (and I) got doused in gas and all the threads dissolved. There are all the parties it has been to. All the people I've worn it with. Just on and on. So now it has a new scar and new memories to go with it. Infinitely better, IMHO, than something brand new that would always be not quite the same and lesser for it, a downgrade regardless of being new and in better shape.
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Today's performance is titled "Unnecessarily Tied" wherein I question the societal assumption that 'no dress code' requires dressing down. This is a follow-up to my earlier work "Exercising Freedom" in which I would swim back-stroke rather than front-crawl in competitive swimming 'free-style' races.
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One nest wasn't good enough. I put all the fabrics away except for the white one Vidma pulled out the other day. This was waiting for me when I got up this morning.
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