Ach, I'm Rushing

Because my internet connection has been wonky and I have mere moments of working connectedness in which to post and I need to get ready for work!

But yesterday was a great day! I had my first "business lunch" with a very cool editor from Yoga Journal in downtown San Francisco, and it was gorgeous and hot and I ate sauteed mussels. Then I returned to work to find out that one of the books I'm working on, Alt Fiber,



is going to be featured in CRAFT magazine in November!!! I have always LOVED this magazine, and I've been DYING to get my crafts authors reviewed there. Look!

After work I went for a bike ride all the way through Golden Gate Park and out to the ocean. Then I came home, gobbled down some food, then I went out with my housemate to see this weird, awesome movie:



Then I came home, showered, and cleaned my room for about ten minutes, and it was bedtime.

Okay, I have to run.

Criminal

I don't know what's going on with me lately, but today I felt so sharp and alert. At the same time, I'm really impatient and so many of the things I do feel like a waste of time. I guess what I mean is, I have all this creative energy, but all these little incidentals keep robbing me of my spare time.

I am dying for time off and freedom from obligation. I'm absolutely dying to use my mind for my own pleasure and purposes, in the way it's best suited to be used.

Tomorrow after work I hope to pay my bills, begin reading a manuscript for work, do yoga, read two issues of The New Yorker, and write two letters for two separate friends who have asked me to do so.

There's no way I can get all that done. No way.

Arg.

It's criminal.

Look, Look What Ginab Sent Me In The Mail!!

New pink rubber gloves, for washing dishes! Aren't they pretty?



Except, I have a date tonight. And now my hands smell like rubber. This guy doesn't seem like the rubber-glove-fetishist type, but you never know.

My final improv class is this Sunday. I'm considering signing up for the next round, since I enjoyed the first one so much. Work is work, and it's not really satisfying my creative impulses. Not like washing dishes satisfies.

Really, though. Life is slipping by. Thanks, ginab, for the surprise. It's the end of a long week, and I needed that.

Once again

it's Sunday, and I am shocked. Just last week my improv teacher had a head of thick, gorgeous, silver hair. This week, however, his hair was black. What happened? I didn't ask. Maybe he'd dyed it in service or a role, or maybe he's trying to look younger. Either way, it was jarring.

Still, I recovered and had the best improv class ever because we got to practice beginning a scene, which was very easy for me. Pairs of us took turns standing up in front of the class to establish in three sentences (while of course using our hands and bodies to help out) where we were, what we were doing, and who each of us was in relation to our partner.

The toughest exercise was when we had to walk around the room, silently projecting emotions. So let's say our task was "contentment." On a scale of intensity ranging from one to ten, we might start with a six, which was fairly easy, then we'd ramp it up to a nine. The hard part was when we had to turn down the level to two, meaning that we were to walk as though we were feeling content on the inside, though the outside world might not necessarily see it.

After this exercise, I discussed with a classmate what we'd experienced, and woah, that was interesting! He said that feeling and behaving like a shy person was easy for him, but at the point when everyone was supposed to feel and project varying levels of being in love, he didn't know what to feel.

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ANYWAY, Matty, I did too call you! I called you this morning! But you did not answer! I left you a message, and you didn't listen to it! I did!

And to everyone else, I'm sorry I wasn't around much this weekend, but muh' social life, muh' jobs, muh' class - it all takes up a bunch of time, and I'm still not very good at rearranging the pieces. I do, however, have a weird-looking sunburn from walking on Bernal hill Saturday afternoon.

Look at my desk! Isn't it neat? I hope that soon I can find more time to write stuff. . .

Yay!

This morning I got up at 7:00 SHARP and went on a cleaning frenzy!! My car is clean, I've finished unpacking, I've found my Garner's Usage Dictionary, and I've set up my desk! (I'll post pictures later). My place is sooooo great!

Off I go to the bookstore. . .

Anyway,

(Sigh.)

I have to say, my friends, I really don't like my own prose.

Gack!

And then sometimes, I wonder if what I say will ever make sense to anyone else.

Garg!