Two updates in a single week! And I'm actually up before noon! The seas may boil and the moon turn bloody at any moment.
Lately it seems I can put my days on a scale with one side possibly referred to as "artistic endeavours" and the other something like "slack/survival." For instance, six hours of art modelling interrupted by an email plea to play in a murder mystery that night would be heavy on the AE side, while blowing up my computer and watching half of first-season 24 would be a high-slack day.
Yesterday was one of my artier days. 200-level anatomy class at ACAD, couple of gestures and then mostly 20-30 minute poses. Pretty standard stuff. The teacher had the class do a "community drawing" in wet medium by having everyone rotate one chair every minute and paint on someone else's canvas - kind of a bullet-time shot, only done in watercolor - while I stood hugging a giant urn for 20 minutes. The music was good, too. Radiohead, Nico, and some New Pornographers, who I guess are at Mac Hall this week. It's nice when there's music - I'm one of the few who don't have a portable music device.
After class I made my way out to an audition for a Woody Allen play. All cold read, at which I tend to be pretty good, and as a sidenote, standing naked in front of people for several hours is an excellent treatment for nerves. I got the impression they really liked me for the Woody-Allen-esque character, and my gut says the show is mine if I want it. Problem is, I'm already committed to Salome, which will pay me (although not likely a lot - we're talking *maybe* 3 figures if it's a smash) and most of their rehearsals are on Saturdays, which is when I make most of my mundane cash. If they call me back, I hope I can turn them down gracefully.
Two outcomes of note from the audition:
1) I got recognized by the guy who did the video for A Chorus Line, so now I have a solid link to get the performance DVD in my personal library. Coincidentally I also received not one but 2 DVDs of shows I did with Children in Dance, one of which I dropped the ball on over a year ago. I may try pulling some images from them, since they're well designed shows, but I don't think I'll be posting them on this site unless it's very well cropped. Nothing personal, everybody, but I don't want to be responsible for posting pictures of minors here.
2) During the auditions I met an actress named Lola (yeah, I didn't believe it either) who was good enough to drive me home. We chatted amiably about theatre and suchlike, realized we were both on the fence about doing the show, and generally felt good. Did I mention she had breathtaking Mediterranean looks, spoke her mind and wasn't too shoddy on the acting side either? Anyway she drops me off, having to let me out of the driver's side door due to the orneriness of the van, and mentioned in offhanded anecdote that she'd had to let a date out like that once.
Now I've developed an eagle-like hindsight, and it occurs to me that at the end of most conversations I've had with women who were concerned I'd make a move they would contrive a way to mention a husband or boyfriend before the conversation ended. I may have become so used to this eventuality that I didn't consider the corollary: that of the woman fearing I DON'T make a move and signalling in some way, like mentioning that's she's dating and therefore available. I fear I've trained myself to be too sensitive to the negative and conversely oblivious to the positive, and therefore ended up standing on the 3-yard line waving at my parents in the stands while the ball spirals past my head.
(Great Cthulhu, I just used a football metaphor! It is the Apocalypse! I may get a real date yet!)
Okay, I think I'm ready for the last episode of 24 before work. I'll even have time to watch the alternate ending and some special features. Slack Ahoy!
Lately it seems I can put my days on a scale with one side possibly referred to as "artistic endeavours" and the other something like "slack/survival." For instance, six hours of art modelling interrupted by an email plea to play in a murder mystery that night would be heavy on the AE side, while blowing up my computer and watching half of first-season 24 would be a high-slack day.
Yesterday was one of my artier days. 200-level anatomy class at ACAD, couple of gestures and then mostly 20-30 minute poses. Pretty standard stuff. The teacher had the class do a "community drawing" in wet medium by having everyone rotate one chair every minute and paint on someone else's canvas - kind of a bullet-time shot, only done in watercolor - while I stood hugging a giant urn for 20 minutes. The music was good, too. Radiohead, Nico, and some New Pornographers, who I guess are at Mac Hall this week. It's nice when there's music - I'm one of the few who don't have a portable music device.
After class I made my way out to an audition for a Woody Allen play. All cold read, at which I tend to be pretty good, and as a sidenote, standing naked in front of people for several hours is an excellent treatment for nerves. I got the impression they really liked me for the Woody-Allen-esque character, and my gut says the show is mine if I want it. Problem is, I'm already committed to Salome, which will pay me (although not likely a lot - we're talking *maybe* 3 figures if it's a smash) and most of their rehearsals are on Saturdays, which is when I make most of my mundane cash. If they call me back, I hope I can turn them down gracefully.
Two outcomes of note from the audition:
1) I got recognized by the guy who did the video for A Chorus Line, so now I have a solid link to get the performance DVD in my personal library. Coincidentally I also received not one but 2 DVDs of shows I did with Children in Dance, one of which I dropped the ball on over a year ago. I may try pulling some images from them, since they're well designed shows, but I don't think I'll be posting them on this site unless it's very well cropped. Nothing personal, everybody, but I don't want to be responsible for posting pictures of minors here.
2) During the auditions I met an actress named Lola (yeah, I didn't believe it either) who was good enough to drive me home. We chatted amiably about theatre and suchlike, realized we were both on the fence about doing the show, and generally felt good. Did I mention she had breathtaking Mediterranean looks, spoke her mind and wasn't too shoddy on the acting side either? Anyway she drops me off, having to let me out of the driver's side door due to the orneriness of the van, and mentioned in offhanded anecdote that she'd had to let a date out like that once.
Now I've developed an eagle-like hindsight, and it occurs to me that at the end of most conversations I've had with women who were concerned I'd make a move they would contrive a way to mention a husband or boyfriend before the conversation ended. I may have become so used to this eventuality that I didn't consider the corollary: that of the woman fearing I DON'T make a move and signalling in some way, like mentioning that's she's dating and therefore available. I fear I've trained myself to be too sensitive to the negative and conversely oblivious to the positive, and therefore ended up standing on the 3-yard line waving at my parents in the stands while the ball spirals past my head.
(Great Cthulhu, I just used a football metaphor! It is the Apocalypse! I may get a real date yet!)
Okay, I think I'm ready for the last episode of 24 before work. I'll even have time to watch the alternate ending and some special features. Slack Ahoy!
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15 more days until we model together.