Almost 90 degrees now and I have to go catch a bus to my exit interview. I hope there is air conditioning. Think my laundry might be dry now. Put it back out at 7 am, and last time I check, there were still damp spots (though my jeans had dried, go figure.) The man at the coffee shop put orange rind in my coffee ("by accident") even though I only paid for a mocha, I wanted enough to give him a tip.
Supposed to meet friends for bowling after I meet with my instructor. I'll try to remember to only eat and drink water. Been drinking alcohol a lot more than usual lately (past couple of months.) It was less than one drink a week, and now it's closer, not quite, one drink a day. I don't have any addiction issues, but don't feel the need to develop any either. I want to be able to focus on the art and not life drama. (When I was younger doing this, there was a lot of life drama, not just for me. It's a distraction.) I want to be present for myself and whomever I am working with, courageous, and to work hard. And I want to keep my sanity and groundedness throughout it all. Gotta go.
Happy Pride Day, by the way.
Bowling alley thankfully air-conditioned and less humid than outside. I realize I release the bowling ball with my hand turned palm-down, which makes it really slow. It's weird, I'll start the right way, but then flip my hand over at the last second. I was thinking I might be protecting the injured wrist, but I suspect I've done this for a while. Less than 100, but more than 70. No strikes nor spares, woulda' tried left-handed but was afraid of hitting someone by accident.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Sunday with a side of tears
The Continental Restaurant on the Ave in the University District is serving it's last meals today. I heard about it on the radio this morning and so went down early. Probably arrived around 8-ish. It was already full and there was a line snaking outside and along the windows toward Starbucks. Got a seat just before 10, left close to 11, by which time, the line was all contained inside the restaurant. When I was paying, I saw there was a guest book by the register, but I started to cry and so I just walked out. http://seattletimes.com/html/localnews/2021291093_greekavexml.html
I went on one of my first dates in Seattle in 1987 to the U-District. It was dark, both of us were from small towns, there was a lot of frantic energy on the streets and I was nervous. We probably tried to go the Last Exit (a coffee shop frequented by the free-spirited and which had a fabulous open-night mic on Mondays), and we probably went to Cellophane Square and maybe Peaches (both record stores at the time), I can't recall. I do know that we ended up at the Continental and ordered greek coffee, because it sounded exciting (neither of us actually drank coffee. I didn't drink coffee regularly until I was 25.) It was unexpectedly (to us) gritty, we added sugar and drank it. We were probably wired for days. I dropped out of college shortly after that, and moved to Wallingford with my sister. I walked daily into the U-District and read poetry while sitting in the aisles of Walden's (which was also on the Ave then.) My sister and I would go to the Continental and each have a cup of faki (lentil soup) and split an order of greek fries. Sometimes they would add rice to the soup for us. (We were both vegetarian at the time.) It's still my favorite lentil soup. And I had it for the last time today. No one else makes it that good. They were out of greek fries, and bacon, and decaf, this morning. Someone told me they had to close down for a few hours yesterday because they ran out of food, and because the kitchen was overwhelmed, as they were this morning, I'm sure. I've never seen it this busy, people coming by for one last meal; to say good-bye and to pay respects. I got half of a frappe,
they were just about out of Nescafe, I got the last of it. I don't know any place else in town that has them on the menu, and I wanted one last drink of it. (It's an iced drink made with Nescafe and milk.)
Over the years I've frequented the Continental fairly regularly, often alone (it was one of the places I learned to be comfortable dining by myself) but also with friends, co-workers, my sister. I will miss it. There is no other place like it in the U-District. It was community for everyone, and after this afternoon, it's gone.
I went on one of my first dates in Seattle in 1987 to the U-District. It was dark, both of us were from small towns, there was a lot of frantic energy on the streets and I was nervous. We probably tried to go the Last Exit (a coffee shop frequented by the free-spirited and which had a fabulous open-night mic on Mondays), and we probably went to Cellophane Square and maybe Peaches (both record stores at the time), I can't recall. I do know that we ended up at the Continental and ordered greek coffee, because it sounded exciting (neither of us actually drank coffee. I didn't drink coffee regularly until I was 25.) It was unexpectedly (to us) gritty, we added sugar and drank it. We were probably wired for days. I dropped out of college shortly after that, and moved to Wallingford with my sister. I walked daily into the U-District and read poetry while sitting in the aisles of Walden's (which was also on the Ave then.) My sister and I would go to the Continental and each have a cup of faki (lentil soup) and split an order of greek fries. Sometimes they would add rice to the soup for us. (We were both vegetarian at the time.) It's still my favorite lentil soup. And I had it for the last time today. No one else makes it that good. They were out of greek fries, and bacon, and decaf, this morning. Someone told me they had to close down for a few hours yesterday because they ran out of food, and because the kitchen was overwhelmed, as they were this morning, I'm sure. I've never seen it this busy, people coming by for one last meal; to say good-bye and to pay respects. I got half of a frappe,
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| Frappe/L Herlevi 2013 |
Over the years I've frequented the Continental fairly regularly, often alone (it was one of the places I learned to be comfortable dining by myself) but also with friends, co-workers, my sister. I will miss it. There is no other place like it in the U-District. It was community for everyone, and after this afternoon, it's gone.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
All afternoon at a car show
Looking back, I see a massive wave of humanity stretching for the couple of miles of the car show when I reached one end of it. After I dropped my film off I spent a few hours wandering around in the hot sun, hot pavement, heat reflecting off of all the shiny metal. My favorite sights were the travel trailers (USA made) from the 1930's and the tiny German cars from the 1950's, one of which opened up from the very front. Almost shot another entire roll of film on the Holga, thought it'd be boring if they were all car shots, I wanted dog pictures, no good reason for that. One temp thing said 93 degrees, and the official ones say 85. I might be a little sunburned, camera and film got quite hot. Now waiting for wash to finish so I can put it outside to dry. I don't think I have enough quarters to use dryer, and it's too hot in the house anyway. Was wanting to meet up with friends tonight and tomorrow night. Tonight will kinda' depend on where, tomorrow, I have no excuse: it's close enough to the exit interview.
Ate posole (didn't burn my mouth) without thinking that it was already hot enough without it. Really like it. There was a slight breeze there, too. But still, was sweating buckets: the air was hot, and the soup was hot as well as spicy. Feel pretty good now though. Crud, can't remember when he said film would be ready. Either Wednesday or Friday, Thursday is a holiday. I'll have to take off of work to pick it up, or borrow a car, they close at 5 pm. Still waiting. Sitting in the basement, lights off, windows open and listening to KEXP and the continual drone of passing cars quickly heading toward the freeway only to get stuck in traffic there. It's a Guadalcanal Diary song moment. (Oh, I guess they were actually from Marietta, Georgia, but were generally said to be from Athens at the time.) Six degrees of separation, but this is the only Journey song I like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMD8hBsA-RI (Faithfully.) Can't remember which song linked to this one.
Ended up going to West Seattle to meet with some friends from high school. Thankfully, two of them insisted on giving me a ride home, I didn't realize how late it was. Probably would've taken one-and-a-half hours at least by bus, because of time of night and transfers, what took maybe 20 minutes by car. So, thank you!
And in spite of it being 85 degrees earlier, my laundry was not dry when I checked it at 11 pm. Now, what do I do with all this damp laundry for tonight? Not leaving it outside, and there are ants in the living room. All over the carpet. Tried vacuuming them up earlier, I don't know what they are after. They are taking a strange route, not going toward the kitchen or the garbage, just circling around, and they are tiny, very hard to see if they weren't moving. It's gross.
Ate posole (didn't burn my mouth) without thinking that it was already hot enough without it. Really like it. There was a slight breeze there, too. But still, was sweating buckets: the air was hot, and the soup was hot as well as spicy. Feel pretty good now though. Crud, can't remember when he said film would be ready. Either Wednesday or Friday, Thursday is a holiday. I'll have to take off of work to pick it up, or borrow a car, they close at 5 pm. Still waiting. Sitting in the basement, lights off, windows open and listening to KEXP and the continual drone of passing cars quickly heading toward the freeway only to get stuck in traffic there. It's a Guadalcanal Diary song moment. (Oh, I guess they were actually from Marietta, Georgia, but were generally said to be from Athens at the time.) Six degrees of separation, but this is the only Journey song I like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMD8hBsA-RI (Faithfully.) Can't remember which song linked to this one.
Ended up going to West Seattle to meet with some friends from high school. Thankfully, two of them insisted on giving me a ride home, I didn't realize how late it was. Probably would've taken one-and-a-half hours at least by bus, because of time of night and transfers, what took maybe 20 minutes by car. So, thank you!
And in spite of it being 85 degrees earlier, my laundry was not dry when I checked it at 11 pm. Now, what do I do with all this damp laundry for tonight? Not leaving it outside, and there are ants in the living room. All over the carpet. Tried vacuuming them up earlier, I don't know what they are after. They are taking a strange route, not going toward the kitchen or the garbage, just circling around, and they are tiny, very hard to see if they weren't moving. It's gross.
Morning, weekend, waiting for hot water
Waiting for hot water, water heater circuit blew. Fans running for the heat in the attic, circuits can't handle the extra power usage. Happens in the winter, too. I think I must just get sick from the smell of mold, it wasn't just those onions. Earlier this morning, I was washing everyone's dirty dishes (it's hot, it smells, and I don't want any more ants or fruit flies, I could send the spider up there...) and there was mold growing between things, totally disgusting. Made me heave again. Took it outside and sprayed it down with the hose.
I have to find something to put my 120 film in. I used to have a black bag, but I don't know what I did with it, been a long time since I've used it. The film is only covered in paper, so it's good to keep it in the dark. There's a car show up there this weekend (where the lab is.) The other lab does a great job, but they don't list their prices and they are a little snooty, although, they are giving a discount for film development for the Longshot thing. I could do it myself, only it's color and I need to have it scanned. I should go weed before it gets too hot. Supposed to be around 90 degrees for the next few days. Think I'll find something to attempt to write a haiku about, bad or otherwise. Practice is worth something. Incidentally, I have managed to keep my coffee consumption way down this week, by not drinking any after the morning is over. Maybe could go see the 14/48 show tonight, it's the last night. I had intended to go at some point, but totally fell off of my radar until now. (Got notices about it too, but have been off of Facebook for the most part, so didn't see them.) Just after 9 am now and already 70 degrees. I feel lazy.
I don't know where any of this (acting) will lead, but I was kinda' holding since I finished the pilgrimage thing (another odd want that I followed for years until it was played out. Well, maybe not entirely, but not at the top anymore. It's holding somewhere.) Wants come from somewhere deep inside, and if I said before that I wanted someone (God? the Universe?) to tell me what to do with my life, to write it in the sky, I never saw the message there. I was looking in the wrong place: it was already in my heart, but I dismissed that because it seemed frivolous and selfish. I spent years looking for answers that were already here, in a place I didn't look. In some ways, it's better to find this now, I'm a different person than I was at 21 (I love my 21-year old self, but I was a basket case; I was dealing with way too much pain), my emotional range is more available now. I know somewhat more about myself. And like I said last night, it doesn't matter where it leads, it matters more that I listen to it and follow it. Trust.
I have to find something to put my 120 film in. I used to have a black bag, but I don't know what I did with it, been a long time since I've used it. The film is only covered in paper, so it's good to keep it in the dark. There's a car show up there this weekend (where the lab is.) The other lab does a great job, but they don't list their prices and they are a little snooty, although, they are giving a discount for film development for the Longshot thing. I could do it myself, only it's color and I need to have it scanned. I should go weed before it gets too hot. Supposed to be around 90 degrees for the next few days. Think I'll find something to attempt to write a haiku about, bad or otherwise. Practice is worth something. Incidentally, I have managed to keep my coffee consumption way down this week, by not drinking any after the morning is over. Maybe could go see the 14/48 show tonight, it's the last night. I had intended to go at some point, but totally fell off of my radar until now. (Got notices about it too, but have been off of Facebook for the most part, so didn't see them.) Just after 9 am now and already 70 degrees. I feel lazy.
I don't know where any of this (acting) will lead, but I was kinda' holding since I finished the pilgrimage thing (another odd want that I followed for years until it was played out. Well, maybe not entirely, but not at the top anymore. It's holding somewhere.) Wants come from somewhere deep inside, and if I said before that I wanted someone (God? the Universe?) to tell me what to do with my life, to write it in the sky, I never saw the message there. I was looking in the wrong place: it was already in my heart, but I dismissed that because it seemed frivolous and selfish. I spent years looking for answers that were already here, in a place I didn't look. In some ways, it's better to find this now, I'm a different person than I was at 21 (I love my 21-year old self, but I was a basket case; I was dealing with way too much pain), my emotional range is more available now. I know somewhat more about myself. And like I said last night, it doesn't matter where it leads, it matters more that I listen to it and follow it. Trust.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Spider keeping me awake
I want to go to sleep but there is a large spider crawling up and falling down the wall near where I would put my head. Not sure where it's gotten to now, it fell again. Show tonight had enjoyable dancing, seemed a little jaded, most, not all, of the women were "teases." Only one love relationship seemed to go well, and she treated him like a dog (literally, he danced on all fours.) They all moved beautifully. And I liked that the women dancers had healthy-looking bodies. (Crud, the spider's back on the wall.) I was hungry, and while I generally enjoyed listening to the "observer" orate, I wanted it to end so I could leave (and go eat something, it had been about 10 hours since I'd eaten.) The choreographer made a comment (in answer to a question) that it had to do with the idealization of love, and how that can't turn out well (it's not real.) You have to look at the person across from you and recognize them as who they are and not what you want them to be, and figure out what type of relationship you can have based on who the two of you are together, and not on something you idealize (or something like that, it was hard to hear.) I was also irritated by how long the bus ride took, and by loud conversations (people not bothering to sit anywhere near each other, but shouting their conversations across the bus. Political opinions and health issues.) I wanted to scream, but of course, I didn't. Really low blood sugar. I've thought about taking dance classes from the company before, I think it was just too far away from where I live, so I opted not to. It's probably just one of those spiders that you can find near the bathtub drain, but it's hard to tell. At any rate, it's under my bed again, and I'm on the opposite corner, with my feet off of the floor.
Need to remember to drop off film for development tomorrow morning. Lab is only open in the morning. Next year, I'll try to be in the 14/48 festival, maybe in the fall I'll see if I can sign up for the Incubator series at Freehold, I want to direct, but not this year. I want to trust myself more before doing either of those things. Not actually sure if I should do the Meisner or if I should do a year of other stuff (auditioning, Shakespeare, improv, solo performance, camera), I see benefits of both, don't have the money nor the time to do both so have to decide. It all kinda' depends on how this summer goes. What I gain from it, what I learn, what stays with me. Meisner might be what I need, but it might not be, and it's a year where that's all I'm doing. I'll have to decide if I'll still sing in two choirs and if I can still do the Finnish lessons. It'll be another year without an outside life, but if it's the best option, I'll commit to it. Just haven't done that yet, and not ready to. Do want to keep options open for now.
I'm babbling now, still avoiding the spider. (And no, I don't intend to kill it.)
Need to remember to drop off film for development tomorrow morning. Lab is only open in the morning. Next year, I'll try to be in the 14/48 festival, maybe in the fall I'll see if I can sign up for the Incubator series at Freehold, I want to direct, but not this year. I want to trust myself more before doing either of those things. Not actually sure if I should do the Meisner or if I should do a year of other stuff (auditioning, Shakespeare, improv, solo performance, camera), I see benefits of both, don't have the money nor the time to do both so have to decide. It all kinda' depends on how this summer goes. What I gain from it, what I learn, what stays with me. Meisner might be what I need, but it might not be, and it's a year where that's all I'm doing. I'll have to decide if I'll still sing in two choirs and if I can still do the Finnish lessons. It'll be another year without an outside life, but if it's the best option, I'll commit to it. Just haven't done that yet, and not ready to. Do want to keep options open for now.
I'm babbling now, still avoiding the spider. (And no, I don't intend to kill it.)
Friday-Shine
Another quote because I like to be reminded of this and he says it so well.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won't feel small around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God within us. That is not just some of us, it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine we unconsiously give other people permission to do the same. And as we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others. " - Nelson Mandela.
Be the light you were born to be. It's not selfish. We all have something about us that is needed in the world and if we don't fully become ourselves, if we try to be what we believe someone else wants us to be, what we believe we "should" be, the gift that is us is lost, never given. Be you.
I was joking with someone last weekend about how we "control" the spontaneity and creativity and openness in children so thoroughly, to force them into a societal mold (some of which is necessary to function in a society), that we then have to spend our whole adult lives trying to get back to it.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won't feel small around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God within us. That is not just some of us, it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine we unconsiously give other people permission to do the same. And as we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others. " - Nelson Mandela.
Be the light you were born to be. It's not selfish. We all have something about us that is needed in the world and if we don't fully become ourselves, if we try to be what we believe someone else wants us to be, what we believe we "should" be, the gift that is us is lost, never given. Be you.
I was joking with someone last weekend about how we "control" the spontaneity and creativity and openness in children so thoroughly, to force them into a societal mold (some of which is necessary to function in a society), that we then have to spend our whole adult lives trying to get back to it.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
It's over now
"We would all like to be part of; to create that theatre which we could participate in with pride, on which we could reflect with pride. To do so one must buy a ticket. The price of admission is choice. Choice to participate in the low, the uncertain, the unproved, the unheralded, to bring the truth of yourself to the stage, not the groomed, sure, "Talented", approved person you are portraying, not the researched, corseted, paint-by-numbers presentation without flaws, not the Great Actor, but yourself, as uncertain, as unprepared, as confused as any of us are." -David Mamet
I like these people, it was a privilege to spend the past eleven weeks with them. To show up every week and pay a witness to the work done in private, the work done apart from one another. It went well, for everyone. I want to see how far it can go. 17 days until clown class. 19 days until interviews. 23 days until we work together again. Counting down. "To live truthfully under imaginary circumstances..." why should it matter, what difference does it make? Somehow it does though. Letting it all be open-ended, following the questions, the wants, out to wherever they lead, and trusting in the process. Trusting that where I am at this moment, is the right place for me to be.
I like these people, it was a privilege to spend the past eleven weeks with them. To show up every week and pay a witness to the work done in private, the work done apart from one another. It went well, for everyone. I want to see how far it can go. 17 days until clown class. 19 days until interviews. 23 days until we work together again. Counting down. "To live truthfully under imaginary circumstances..." why should it matter, what difference does it make? Somehow it does though. Letting it all be open-ended, following the questions, the wants, out to wherever they lead, and trusting in the process. Trusting that where I am at this moment, is the right place for me to be.
Spot has replaced the singing robin as an alarm clock
Woke up to the dripping of rain, sometime during the 4 am hour. A little later my new bird alarm called out: the robin has been superceded by Spot's rough-voiced singing, (and my computer is making a buzzing sound, can't be good. New thing.) Last class tonight. We ran thru lines last night in a park, someone had offered to let us use the last 1/2 hour of their studio time, but it was really hot and stuffy in the building. Dreamt about a group-therapy session where people were talking about this photographer I used to know, it was in a house, in the town I grew up in, on a street without sidewalks, and that had been covered in rocks and gravel because it needed repairs and there wasn't any money for it. (I must've had the radio on to a news station while I was sleeping-the transportation bill that would have covered infrastructure upkeep and repairs failed, so we will have cuts in transit, unrepaired roads and failing bridges. Short-sighted, it will costs much more to replace than maintain things. The radio is off now.) I probably need to get this computer looked at.
Still need to salvage my frying pan, I don't think I've cooked in over two weeks. I don't really have another one that works as well. I think about it every morning and then run out of time. I could at least wash it again and dry it on low heat, no time to stick it in the oven, and I don't have any lard or Crisco to treat it with. It's supposed to get into the 80's today, you'd never know that looking outside now. Lately, I only seem to be home long enough to sleep.
It was really stuffy in the building. Humidity at 92%...still great weather for plants. Still really high for here, in spite of being surrounded by water. There are figs ripening on trees now something that rarely happens here, even by October. Perhaps we are becoming sub-tropical. My window is fogged up, and it's open.
After lunch, humidity back up in the mid-80's, the cool pin-pricks of falling drizzle felt good. Window open again for some air flow. Think I might have encountered a raven and baby. Lower, scratchier voice than the regular crows, baby sounded different as well. They aren't usually hanging around in the city.
Ack. Almost time for an open rehearsal with an actual audience. Nerves.
Still need to salvage my frying pan, I don't think I've cooked in over two weeks. I don't really have another one that works as well. I think about it every morning and then run out of time. I could at least wash it again and dry it on low heat, no time to stick it in the oven, and I don't have any lard or Crisco to treat it with. It's supposed to get into the 80's today, you'd never know that looking outside now. Lately, I only seem to be home long enough to sleep.
It was really stuffy in the building. Humidity at 92%...still great weather for plants. Still really high for here, in spite of being surrounded by water. There are figs ripening on trees now something that rarely happens here, even by October. Perhaps we are becoming sub-tropical. My window is fogged up, and it's open.
After lunch, humidity back up in the mid-80's, the cool pin-pricks of falling drizzle felt good. Window open again for some air flow. Think I might have encountered a raven and baby. Lower, scratchier voice than the regular crows, baby sounded different as well. They aren't usually hanging around in the city.
Ack. Almost time for an open rehearsal with an actual audience. Nerves.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Interview
Well, scheduled my interview. It's at the same time as my clown class, but hopefully I can go to it. The two early spots were already spoken for. Now need to put together a resume. Don't know if I can do it without a scholarship, maybe. It's $740/quarter for the discounted amount. If not, there are other classes I can take, so it'll be fine either way. It would be good to get the intensity of training, but my world won't end if I don't this year. (The world is also not going to end because the SCOTUS upheld equality for ALL US citizens today.)
It's very moody out today (and humid.) Bright then dark alternating moment to moment. The trees swaying ever so slightly, as if they are listening to some cosmic music and can't decide to join in the dance or not.
It's very moody out today (and humid.) Bright then dark alternating moment to moment. The trees swaying ever so slightly, as if they are listening to some cosmic music and can't decide to join in the dance or not.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Home
Just got home from the Meisner showcase. Somehow I thought it might run until 9 pm, but the scenes ended after 10:20 pm, and there was Q & A with the actors which I wanted to stay for, but needed to catch a bus, so ran out. There were seven scenes, split into three groupings (3, 2, 2) the first and last were comedies, and the last one is the only one that made me cry. It's from the same play that I'm doing a scene from, almost the end. They did a great job with it, it runs hot/cold and emotionally all over the place. Sam Shepard's A Lie of the Mind really stood out for me as well. And there was a whole lotta simmering heat overall.
Found out the Meisner interviews are on the 16th of July, and you have to have a resume. I'll need to look that up; what do you put on one when you are just starting out? Also, I was talking about the clown class (with George Lewis) to some other students and now I'm even more afraid. They were afraid to take it as well, but it's full. Someone said that they heard that if you survive it, you are afraid of nothing. (And that's a normal length course, this one is crammed into three weeks.) Yes, I'm scared. If I start to feel like I'm going to lose it, I give myself permission to quit (I never do that.) And I'm taking off the second week from work (the other class starts that week as well, that one might be intense, but it won't be scary.) I think he's the man to learn it from though, so I will. Shit.
Anyway, this was the first night where the bus tunnel was hot, I'm usually freezing in there. The bus might have been late, but it was packed and a steam bath inside. Thankfully, someone finally decided to open some windows, they'd been fogging up and everyone was sweaty. The smell reminded me of the old busses we used to ride out to the strawberry fields when I was a kid. Summer jobs. I guess there was a baseball game earlier, which accounts for the crowd, more than usual.
My last class is this week, and then it all starts up again in two-and-a-half weeks. A short break.
Found out the Meisner interviews are on the 16th of July, and you have to have a resume. I'll need to look that up; what do you put on one when you are just starting out? Also, I was talking about the clown class (with George Lewis) to some other students and now I'm even more afraid. They were afraid to take it as well, but it's full. Someone said that they heard that if you survive it, you are afraid of nothing. (And that's a normal length course, this one is crammed into three weeks.) Yes, I'm scared. If I start to feel like I'm going to lose it, I give myself permission to quit (I never do that.) And I'm taking off the second week from work (the other class starts that week as well, that one might be intense, but it won't be scary.) I think he's the man to learn it from though, so I will. Shit.
Anyway, this was the first night where the bus tunnel was hot, I'm usually freezing in there. The bus might have been late, but it was packed and a steam bath inside. Thankfully, someone finally decided to open some windows, they'd been fogging up and everyone was sweaty. The smell reminded me of the old busses we used to ride out to the strawberry fields when I was a kid. Summer jobs. I guess there was a baseball game earlier, which accounts for the crowd, more than usual.
My last class is this week, and then it all starts up again in two-and-a-half weeks. A short break.
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