Food culture in Taiwan thrives on variety - past New Years, but we went out for someone's birthday to a restaurant and had a last eating blowout - i think, Mickey and myself both felt, we should eat as much as possible - and, there was great selection - sort of an all you can eat from huge menu ....the others at the table look at us, and laugh a little when they see our plates...piled with fish and pig guts ... putting them into hot pots on the table to cook, we splash the water/soup on our clothes ... i think, we should wash them at home and save the water, have soup for a week ...  i became obsessive today about creating a single notebook where all my notations for performing might be given in example .. Mickey has started working on a new woodcut - in style it reminds me of German Expressionist woodcuts - i find some online and we look at together. Her new woodcut sort of describes various relations, using metaphor - personal things masked but perhaps enriched in insight by the comparisons ..... we put her woodcuts together, hung close to each other on a wall, sort of like stained glass story windows in a cathedral - at least that is how i imagine the accumulation of these images as they cover more wallspace in our dwelling - like a single art piece, scenes from inward and outward experiences- ...  it is a good effect. She works on it again now, i have been trying to organize some thought - to write some maxims - in a long form, that are like kernels, or sentences  of ideas regarding the flight away from ones own work to progess - ... to begin without the self weight - Null - i call the maxims "KerNulls" but have only written some outlines for the ideas, not distilled to effective sentence length forms - . Min-Chi and i talk some about artist pride, ambition, the perceptions of different levels of recognition and fame - ... i think about how hard it is to eject your work, or eject yourself from it, from the past and art history you have built - what is left? Only future work, but free from all the continuity (or walls) that hold you in as you feel so safe, with reference points and a developed viewpoint and style - ... i think, begin as a new person each time, throw yourself beneath the bus, and walk away from chalk line around your body - .... is it possible to be continuously fearless - as what we make represents embodiment - and begin a drift - from the matter of our selves? I think, i am inclined toward this now -