I think I finally understand what Kat and Kali have always meant abut the fairytale of their NYC childhoods now. I'm almost never on the UWS except to eat at Cafe con Leche, but I've had cause to wander the area pretty extensively in teh last couple of weeks. Today, I discovered Pomander Walk. There's a lot of weird stuff on the UWS.
I just said to Alison in email: "Fencing is what I'm supposed to be doing. This is ridiculous. Only I could wind up with a pursuit so ridiculous that acting is my respectable profession." That said, I'm irritated with myself, because I feel like a slacker. I hear some of you laughing. Stop. No, really. When I danced really seriously, it was always murder for me to drag my ass out of bed and get to class. Of course, dance was often a pursuit that started in the mronings (no friend to me). Anyway, I loved dancing, but the work of it -- oh I was dreadful about it, and I'm still ashamed of that. Anyway, I rarely have this feeling with fencing, and I've never yet skipped a class even when it has cropped up. Here's the thing -- this is not enough. Especially over the long Wednesday to Monday break. I have to be working on this at home. I have to, or else the entire tone with which I come to this thing is merely wanky bullshit. Also, knowing that there's a possibility I'll be out of class for a week and a half at the end of this month because of some film work and because of Phoenix Rising in May, I really have to establish a routine to maintain muscle memory and strength and so forth, because I have paid massively for the New Year's gap. I know, I sound like a lunatic. But really, I've got to find some personal structure here.
I would like to start menstruating now, please. The nasty emotional PMS has largely passed, but oi.
I really want to get back to riding, and wonder if I'll be a less timid rider now just because I'm stronger from the fencing and more fearless in general. I know that you just have to show horses charisma in ways nt that disimilar to how you show it to people, but I never got the hang of that and then I went to Australia and didn't continue the struggle when I got back.
I should be able to get my tattoo in February.
I received a lovely compliment today. I was told that I was or looked, I can't remember because this is all about the adjective - wait for it -- dashing. It's so nice when small ambitions are satisfied.
On the bus home tonight, some dude was using that annoying walkie talkie feature -- TO HAVE PHONE SEX. "Are you my dirty little slut? a filthy little girl like you wanting to get fucked by a forty-year-old man?" Did I need another reason to hate the modern era? Did you?
Open call tomorrow I should go to, but blech.
I am toying, with some dismay, with reqacquiring my French. I don't think I'd even put this on my plate until the second half of this year, but it really wouldn't be such a huge effort since it's all buried in my head somewhere.
I just said to Alison in email: "Fencing is what I'm supposed to be doing. This is ridiculous. Only I could wind up with a pursuit so ridiculous that acting is my respectable profession." That said, I'm irritated with myself, because I feel like a slacker. I hear some of you laughing. Stop. No, really. When I danced really seriously, it was always murder for me to drag my ass out of bed and get to class. Of course, dance was often a pursuit that started in the mronings (no friend to me). Anyway, I loved dancing, but the work of it -- oh I was dreadful about it, and I'm still ashamed of that. Anyway, I rarely have this feeling with fencing, and I've never yet skipped a class even when it has cropped up. Here's the thing -- this is not enough. Especially over the long Wednesday to Monday break. I have to be working on this at home. I have to, or else the entire tone with which I come to this thing is merely wanky bullshit. Also, knowing that there's a possibility I'll be out of class for a week and a half at the end of this month because of some film work and because of Phoenix Rising in May, I really have to establish a routine to maintain muscle memory and strength and so forth, because I have paid massively for the New Year's gap. I know, I sound like a lunatic. But really, I've got to find some personal structure here.
I would like to start menstruating now, please. The nasty emotional PMS has largely passed, but oi.
I really want to get back to riding, and wonder if I'll be a less timid rider now just because I'm stronger from the fencing and more fearless in general. I know that you just have to show horses charisma in ways nt that disimilar to how you show it to people, but I never got the hang of that and then I went to Australia and didn't continue the struggle when I got back.
I should be able to get my tattoo in February.
I received a lovely compliment today. I was told that I was or looked, I can't remember because this is all about the adjective - wait for it -- dashing. It's so nice when small ambitions are satisfied.
On the bus home tonight, some dude was using that annoying walkie talkie feature -- TO HAVE PHONE SEX. "Are you my dirty little slut? a filthy little girl like you wanting to get fucked by a forty-year-old man?" Did I need another reason to hate the modern era? Did you?
Open call tomorrow I should go to, but blech.
I am toying, with some dismay, with reqacquiring my French. I don't think I'd even put this on my plate until the second half of this year, but it really wouldn't be such a huge effort since it's all buried in my head somewhere.
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Date: 2007-01-06 01:35 am (UTC)I'd love to ride in Central Park the next time I visit NYC. I used to do it on the occasion.
Your fencing might have instilled the edge you would need with the horses. I feel now about my riding the way you desribe your fencing classes ... it just pulls me in. I wish I lived near a fencing school like yours, here the main school is just awful, I had to leave class, as all anyone wanted to do was spar, there was no technique or ritual, which I crave.
I would have been yelling YES!!!!
Date: 2007-01-06 02:12 am (UTC)UWS means Upper West Side. I had to look. I am in DC, so we don't have one.
Never underestimate the ability to find a ridiculous pursuit. It's a blessing of humanity.
I want a horsey too. And a new icon.
(((HUGS)))
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Date: 2007-01-06 02:44 am (UTC)#2 I am getting so into the dancing that I have become a member. Those who have known me for a long time will tell you that my continued interest in an organized form of DANCING is hysterically funny, for, though I love to dance, I never even remotely stick with it. Ever.
#3 Open call for what? I'm so jealous of you. The longer I read your journal and talk to other actors who have been increasingly entering my life, the more I miss it. I've GOT to start doing community theatre or something or I may burst.
#4 I used to be really good at French and it got all screwed up. I sometimes consider spending some time in France to reacquaint myself with it (Quebec would be more feasible, but Québécoise is different) but I don't know.
#5 I've often contemplated a tattoo, despite the "OMG bad Jew" thing. I have considered a Tree of Life most recently (I used to just want a chai but I think a Tree of Life would be a cooler way of doing that) because I always wanted a JEWISH tattoo. I've often also considered a Jane Austen tattoo (the portrait that I have on my necklace), but I realize that'd be a little much.
#6 Phone sex in public = super super super creepy
#7 Did you do riding in your youth? How did you learn it? Like, did you live near a riding school or a farm or what?
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Date: 2007-01-06 04:07 am (UTC)What do you want a tattoo of?
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Date: 2007-01-06 07:48 am (UTC)I should be able to get my tattoo in February.
Of what?
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Date: 2007-01-07 02:13 am (UTC)Pomander Walk is so beautiful...one of the great things about my "walk every street under 125th (before attempting above that)" is finding spots like this. I came upon it last December during the transit strike.
you are SO not a slacker...you are passionate about many things and a great explorer!
i f'ing hate cell phones and walkie talkie functions and generally being exposed to way too much of peoples' personal lives/conversations in public.
glad to know that acting gigs are coming your way. I totally blew an industrial audition yesterday, but hey - it was my first one and now I know what I did wrong. Keep trucking.
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