random acts

looking back at the last few posts, i realize that the line-up is making me look a bit random. i go from the theater to penis sizes to G rated children's educational videos in just a matter of days.

this is not just for the blog. i'm proud to say my life is no less... hmmm-multifaceted. take last thursday for example. the day looked something like this:

745am arrive at work, making photocopies, tweak lesson plan

8-11am classes, no break

11am intermediate class departs, a middle aged male student is overheard saying to another classmate on his way out the door, 'now THAT was a good class'

1130am i still feel good

1135am catch a taxi across town to the federació de basquet (basketball federation, the catalan government's sports marketing branch)

1150am arrive at the federació to shoot a real ad for a real bank.
i got the gig through a make-up artist i'd met while looking for a flat during my first days in barcelona. when her casting agent colleague was having trouble finding a girl who looked 'both foreign and professional' (wtf??), the make-up artist remembered me from a brief meeting exactly one year ago, and recommended me. i got the gig.

12-2pm actual photo shoot. i'm channeling tyra: smile with your eyes!! smile with your eyes!!

155pm collect payment. feel good.

2pm back across town to lead a conversation class with 4 accountants.

410pm convo class over. run home.

415pm check email. i find that someone's designed a great logo for the blog. woohoo!!

430pm one more class to go! quick walk through paseo de grácia to bask in the st. jordi's day festivities.

445pm stopped by a girl i don't know in the street. 'hey!' she says, 'aren't you that girl who writes that oyster blog??'

530pm remember the girl on the street. still feel good.

545pm juniors class begins.

6pm i abandon my original lesson plan and we make a video about st. jordi's day.

7pm class over. girls are upset we didn't get to finish. they won't go home. i feel good. creative.

8pm at home. with headache. can't move, so tired...

... but what a day!! by 10pm i was snoring. somehow, without even planning it, i'd found enough room for all of my worlds--teaching, performing, writing. a bit overwhelming, the feeling of contentment. the headache developed in the aftermath, on my way home, trying to figure out how i could feel like that every day. completely connected to all of who i am, and not feeling the need, at all, to make sense of it, to fit it into some limited linear progression towards CAREER, or answer this question in 30 seconds or less: what do you do?

it was like i'd been sitting under the bodhi tree and a branch of truth fell, knocking me square on the dome. in a migraine haze, i heard a voice, like, you don't have to choose, my child... stop shaving off parts of yourself to fit into a box, my child...

in life, on a blog, the things i do and write are connected if by nothing else, my passion. the ultimate, singleminded purpose of the full expression of all my shit.

besides, who said theater, penises and children aren't connected? sounds like the mating game, to me.