I'm so dang glad it is Friday and I'm so dang glad it is a RAINY DAY and tomorrow will be a RAINY DAY TOO.
There is a Greek parade this weekend. I'm wondering if I shall go take photographs, or if I will adjust my camera setting to the largest possible resolution and go look for photographs to snap with intent on selling on stock photo sites.
I wonder if I will get up early and attempt the NY Times crossword puzzle with a nice cup of coffee and a purring cat beside me.
I wonder if I will gather paper work and attempt to call the tax man.
(heart skips beat)
I sit here forcing myself to blog, even answering the silly featured question, placed there to inspire me when I don't know what to blog.
I've blogged about blogging, or not blogging but really wanting to write or say something before. It is one of those mornings. I yearn to write things down, to say things, yet I don't know what these things are.
I have questions about life. I have worries. Actually worries have decreased significantly as I've learned to manuver this life through time and now spend a significant amount of time not worrying as compared to my own worrisome past.
Yesterday I attended a visual acting workshop where I had to do stupid things in front of a group of people. I had to walk across a large room displaying 4 separate emotions as I walked.
First I had to identify myself visually and everyone else in the room using only gestures and everyone had to remember each other, then it was a tag like game where the "it" person in the middle of the circle had to run and tap someone's shoulder before they could identify another person with a gesture, which sent the "it" person running to tag that person before they could identify another person with a gesture and so on... More difficult that it sounds.
After that was a camparison of how people walk across a room. It was extremly interesting to study people walk, and to pair people, believe it or not by shoes, people wearing similar shoes and to immitate the walks of others and to see the unique rhythem of the movements in a persons gait.
Then came the 4 walking emotions.
All of this was totally soundless lead by a Deaf instructor.
Then 2 people were chosen , pulled up front, given a situation and told to deal with it using only gestures and facial expressions, for instance, two people cooking a meal, one person preparing an entree and the other preparing appetizers for an important guest and negotation over the ingredients.
Or one person getting asked on a date by a very handsome man and begging a friend to baby sit, while said friend had equally good plans.
My scenario was begging someone to borrow their car, a very nice expensive car, and the person was a car snob not having it.
Then we had to think for 10 minutes and create a scenario with a beginning, a middle in which a problem is identified, and an end, using only gestures.
It all is related to negotiation with your self about moving back and forth between two characters and using body and gestures and facial expression, everything built up to this last little skit.
Anyhow, my point was that I did this whole thing with very very little anxiety. I was anxious a bit but someone told me afterward I had very good theaterical qualities, which surprised the hell out of me. I normally wouldn't be the person to do this without a lot of anxiety but at this age and after all these years it is getting easier and easier to be less nervous in front of a group and more comfortable with myself.
In fact I wouldn't even be talking about it if it weren't for this work shop. I did it to earn continuing education unitis which I need to do to maintain my professional certicate.
80 hours every 4 years.
Anyhow, I've succeded in making myself rush for work.
Have a good day.
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