Graphting: Plotting the Body as Puzzle

Abstract

It was 2006, on that day named after St Valentine (which of several Roman ‘Valentines’ the Day is named after is debated amongst historians of theology). I was in the wrong place (not that there is anything inherently wrong with Alsager) as I watched Lightwork’s Voici ce que j’ai fait un jour de mon corps (Here’s what I did with my body one day: A genetic detective story).¹ I bought tickets to see a band called the Concretes, then realized that it was the same day I was taking my Multimedia class to see that Lightwork show. To make matters worse, my girlfriend decided to pass on the gig — she liked the band, and liked dancing, but hated standing up and being hot. I’d have to go to another city to see Lightwork, and compare notes with my students. Since I was seeing it first, I would be able to tell them things to look out for, perhaps tease them with red herrings. The only problem was it was Valentine’s Day, and my girlfriend didn’t want to go to the theatre — she liked theatre, but she hated sitting down. I went on my own, grumbling that my viewing of this show was cursed from start to finish.