Today is day 100. I know that seems weird, because yesterday was day 98. But this is the end date of the project for everybody else, so I miscounted somewhere.
Not ten minutes ago I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself for having no idea of what to write and WISHING IT WERE OVER ALREADY. I have a lot of thoughts about the whole projects but I will share those tomorrow as an addendum.
Uffda. Remember when I said I would never skip two in a row? I never said I wouldn't skip 5 in a row, so here we are.
Today's selection is a little something I wrote for Mad King Thomas' upcoming performance by telephone, without explanation or further comment.
Waiting, watching the other two.
Nervous and laughing.
Like a second grader.
Today I went to Bob Baker's Marionette Theater.
Other people have detailed the history much more closely than I want to, but the important bits are this:
1) It's been around 50+ years.
2) The building is a historical landmark.
3) They literally just do marionette shows.
Earlier today, I found this great article, 5 Rules for Arts Organization Websites. While everything she said still applies, it was written in 2012. Time for an update!
1) Newsletter sign-up
I decided that I would read 16 books this year (an increase over 12 from last year). I'm at 12 already so I'm feeling like a champ.
I haven't been reviewing them, but that's ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE.
Dance Resource Center (who I am very honored to be working with) holds monthly gatherings for the Los Angeles dance community on the first Thursday of each month, 9-11 am. The group welcomes everybody, and it was one of the first places that made me feel like somebody in this bar godforsaken megalopolis beautiful city knows my name and is happy to see me.
I'm stuck, right now. I'm not sure what to write about and in some ways, that's the beauty of this particular experiment. I have always been of the "keep the pen/fingers moving" school of free writing, but I confess: When I've done that for too long without sharing, the writing gets really weird and boring. I get bored with myself. I spend a lot of time talking about my problems and then self-soothing--finding a way out of the terror and the sadness and the fear.
I've been digging through my email backlog. I've gone from 1100+ emails in my personal inbox to 561 at present. Most of these emails are just things I didn't archive when I should have (thank you for letting me know my bank statement is available). Some of them are emails that should stop arriving (I know where to find my bank statements when I need them, thank you) and some of them are legit emails that I have been ignoring.
You guys! I ran a BoF at DrupalCon! I've made it! Next....the world!
Okay, maybe that's not next. But it was exciting to be driving the conversation at this big convention, not just soaking it up. I was worried no one would come. I had to review my session description to remind myself of what we might cover. But we had a group of about ten people and a great discussion.
Yesterday I worked out in my living room. That means I:
Something happened yesterday that hasn't happened in years.
I was improvising and I bent my knees deeply. Like a deep squat. Just once.
It didn't hurt. I didn't have to take a break. I just got out of it and kept dancing.
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