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Jul. 25th, 2003 11:51 amAsk me questions to answer with audioblog!
Crap yes, I'm bored. Doing major mundanity in another window.
Crap yes, I'm bored. Doing major mundanity in another window.
Jul. 25th, 2003
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Jul. 25th, 2003 09:21 pmThe major event of the last week has been people taking me seriously, I think, in a whole bunch of different arenas. Just, my committment is clear, as are the results of it. I think the infomercial booking and the industrial I am doing this week has made me feel different about myself, and I think I radiate that. I don't feel like I'm looking for permission to do this anymore. I am in the game and I have a right to be in the game.
The stage management thing helped to, and I now have a great SM resume that I'm pimping out for some real SM jobs that are exciting and interesting to me.
I've been tutoring a Russian girl in English. She speaks very little English so everything she chooses to convey to me outside of our lessons is extremely interesting, just for the choice. The other day, we looked at a book of New York Times front pages throughout history, and she was incredibly curious to see the one from when Stalin died, and explained to me in very halting English that she has a book, in Russian, on Stalin, but she only reads one page a day because it is too scary and even now in Russian people do not say his name. She was ignorant of a great deal of the US's feelings towards the USSR when it was the USSR and I explained to her about how we were scared of communism and called them Reds. She had never heard of that -- or even who Martin Luther King was (she saw a picture on another newspaper page and asked) and has now asked me to bring her my history books from when I was little so she can learn American history. To say that this experience is weird and moving doesn't even begin to cover it. Meanwhile, she has read _all_ of Shakespeare's plays in Russian and wants me to help her understand theater here. When she sees something cute she says "oioioi!"
Just had a fantabulous discussion with my voice teacher, that is also adding to my sense of well being. And I determined what old baggage I was projecting onto a situation in my life that was causing me unnecessary insecurity. So that is resolved, and we now have a date for Amanda's visit which shall include a myriad of adventures.
Finally, last night, I walked from a rehearsal for the industrial from 45th and Madison, up through Times Square to the UWS where I was meeting Kat. I had a nasty Starbucks frozen coconut drink, which was yummy, but I couldn't have much of, because my body doesn't like milk (and it's not lactose intolerance, it's specifically milk -- ice cream and cheese don't bother me, milk makes me queasy), and I had the pilgrimage I so very much needed. Love Conquers All.
We saw the pirate movie again then, and I've never seen Kat so stunned by anything in all the years I've known her.
The stage management thing helped to, and I now have a great SM resume that I'm pimping out for some real SM jobs that are exciting and interesting to me.
I've been tutoring a Russian girl in English. She speaks very little English so everything she chooses to convey to me outside of our lessons is extremely interesting, just for the choice. The other day, we looked at a book of New York Times front pages throughout history, and she was incredibly curious to see the one from when Stalin died, and explained to me in very halting English that she has a book, in Russian, on Stalin, but she only reads one page a day because it is too scary and even now in Russian people do not say his name. She was ignorant of a great deal of the US's feelings towards the USSR when it was the USSR and I explained to her about how we were scared of communism and called them Reds. She had never heard of that -- or even who Martin Luther King was (she saw a picture on another newspaper page and asked) and has now asked me to bring her my history books from when I was little so she can learn American history. To say that this experience is weird and moving doesn't even begin to cover it. Meanwhile, she has read _all_ of Shakespeare's plays in Russian and wants me to help her understand theater here. When she sees something cute she says "oioioi!"
Just had a fantabulous discussion with my voice teacher, that is also adding to my sense of well being. And I determined what old baggage I was projecting onto a situation in my life that was causing me unnecessary insecurity. So that is resolved, and we now have a date for Amanda's visit which shall include a myriad of adventures.
Finally, last night, I walked from a rehearsal for the industrial from 45th and Madison, up through Times Square to the UWS where I was meeting Kat. I had a nasty Starbucks frozen coconut drink, which was yummy, but I couldn't have much of, because my body doesn't like milk (and it's not lactose intolerance, it's specifically milk -- ice cream and cheese don't bother me, milk makes me queasy), and I had the pilgrimage I so very much needed. Love Conquers All.
We saw the pirate movie again then, and I've never seen Kat so stunned by anything in all the years I've known her.
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Jul. 25th, 2003 11:50 pmI am pissed off.
NOTHING is working right.
Not the equipment at Kinkos I need to do my resume, not audblog, which deducted a post from my account and didn't put it up, not the post office which sent one of my postcards to me instead of the person whom it was addressed to.
Frustrate frustrated frustrated.
NOTHING is working right.
Not the equipment at Kinkos I need to do my resume, not audblog, which deducted a post from my account and didn't put it up, not the post office which sent one of my postcards to me instead of the person whom it was addressed to.
Frustrate frustrated frustrated.