It's been fairly consistently Spy Kids all the time around here. I guess I never watched the series when it came out? I can't tell if I was slightly too old or if I was way too into Jonny Quest or actual James Bond or what. But what I do remember is that I thought being a spy was a legitimate career choice and very real possibility for me. The first password I ever remember creating was "moneypenny"! And anyway, L seems to have inherited my love of espionage. They're not bad for what they are. Robert Rodriguez sure does know how to do...that one particular thing! Yup.
The stories about my former roommate in the fairy house (O) continue: I was doing my practicum hours at the local Waldorf school (there's only one) and the only way it worked out was to get there at, like, 6:00 AM on a Wednesday and then stay three hours. One day I was stopped at a stoplight and headed home when a red Jeep pulled up behind me. It was O. He hopped out of his car and ran up next to my window. He stood there for a moment, smiled and side-eyed me. Then, as soon as the light turned green he ran back to the Jeep and went about his day. Iconic. He also had a dowager cat that he walked on a harness in the garden every spring!
My subconscious has been working through some Friendship Stuff lately. I've had dreams about the director of the dance company I was in for two years lately - and more than one. Do I spend a lot of conscious time thinking about her? No! Does her dance company pop up on my Facebook feed pretty frequently? Yes! Am I guilty about how I quit? ...I don't know. Yes? I didn't do a good job of...repair? Or being completely honest about my feelings? Not, I guess, that they matter(ed).
I went to a burlesque show last weekend and my least favorite thing was the small talk about the experience. "Have you ever been to a burlesque show before?" Um, yes. I am part of the company, actually. But maybe that's hard to comprehend? Maybe there's a disconnect between how people see me and what they're seeing or expecting to see on stage? Or maybe it's just one of the pieces of selfhood that I don't necessarily trot out in future because it's too complicated? There's just so much shit like that.
The snow is relentless and there is yet another slow leak from a bolt going through a completely new tire!
Otherwise it's research research research and responding to emails all while feeling like Flash from Zootopia.
Ciao, bella.
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