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today marked my first Saturday shift at the event of a thread. welcome to wild weekends at the Armory!
up until this point, i have been so appreciative of the way that people have interacted with this exhibit. i was stunned by the environment that Ann had created. somehow, through her care, meticulousness, and attention to detail, i felt that she had succeeded in creating a space where there were very little rules enforced and yet the audience was so respectful of it. even when the audience was high energy, no one was climbing all over the exhibit, poking at the pigeons, or particularly active in our personal areas. at least, i hadn’t experienced this, until today.
working a shift at night is a totally different feeling.
you would think that i would be used to it, having worked in bars and clubs for so many years that i can’t even count the number on both hands. but even after all this time, it is still easier for me to get it together and get to places on time (early, even) in the morning. at the end of the day, i struggle. perhaps it’s due to the accumulation of energy. maybe depending on how you use it during the day, you’re either slower and more tired, wanting to crash on the couch or you’re amp’d up, full of life and want to expend some of that energy being with your friends and letting loose. while i’ve mostly lived a life of the latter, it feels that these days my body craves the kind of life where i am up with the sun and resting when the creatures of the night make their debut.
today was my very first shift at the Armory. amidst the chaos of my final week of the Fall semester in grad school, the holiday hubbub, subway delays, and too little time for the important things, i trekked my way up to the Upper East Side to read to the pigeons.
i could not be more grateful. upon arrival, i am filled with a sense of calm and expansiveness. there aren’t too many people in the Drill Hall. i see the familiar little heads of J.Ed and Deborah Black emerging from their intricate sheep’s wool cloaks. it is quiet and mellow. some people are laying on the floor beneath the curtain. others are slowly swinging in what seems like quiet contemplation. i want to join them, but i head back to the green room instead. it’s nice back there too. because we are instructed to show up 20 – 30 minutes before our shifts, i have time to stretch to make up for the yoga that i didn’t have time for in the morning. prior to this, i had a Kanji quiz and a taped in-class Japanese presentation. learning a new and complex language is difficult; communication in any language takes a great deal of energy in order to articulate oneself well.
on November 21st, i had a rehearsal in my apartment with Sameer Parekh of Falkor Systems and his flying robot, Ary. while getting reading for them to arrive, i found this:
three years ago i put this post-it note on my desk. on that day, i realized why we have dreams.
Sameer invited me to come and be a part of his TED talk! okay, so it’s TEDxSiliconAlley, but it is a step in the direction of so many dreams—speaking at TED, dancing with robots, you know, the usual. no small order, but it helps to reaffirm my deep belief that we can all dream big and make those dreams our reality.
today is a new day—a more musical one! the birds are singing alongside the hip hop blasting down my block in Brooklyn.
i woke up at 4:30am and despite some initial annoyance, i decided to channel that energy into a more creative one. i already did some freewriting, logged my weirdo dreams from last night, responded to emails, mused about future travels, cleaned the bathroom (after ensuring that the cats used the toilet properly), wrote a new response piece blog post, and all before 8:45am.
Most Peaceful, Restful Sleep of this trip – i Slept almost Ten Hours!
Finish Computer Programming Final(ly)!
Virtual Connection with the World Briefly Reestablished
Azoo Waits for me at Breakfast – Good Morning, Friend!
Meet Selk and Ajay from Australia
Reconnecting with Nature
“I came here to connect with Nature, and with my Self.”
Connections between People sharing Energy
Bali Coffee gets better and better
Coffee stays Hot when it Sits in the Sunshine
Little Bali Girl peeks at me through the Café Window, then through the Entrance to my Room
I think about Javanese Puppets and Playing
And so we Play!
Digital Harinezumi Dies a Sudden Death
Luna and i go on a Jungle Mountain Walk
No Idea where i am Being Led
Luna says, “it’s Ok! You with Me. it’s Beautiful!!!”
She uses the words “it’s Beautiful” so many times. it is Beautiful.
We Slide through the Mud and she Teaches me how to Fly
And Find our Way Home…
:: archiving my writing from the past and posting from the future ::
what have i learned today?
have i been on a journey yet?
am i more present when i am here writing or less?
when i am writing, i feel like i am able to perceive more and ask better questions.
this morning’s rehearsal was fascinating. i felt it necessary to be honest with my puppet team about my physical/emotional/psychosomatic state instead of pretending that i was okay. and so i laid on the floor and breathed. and i felt that i wasn’t ready. and i told them i needed time. and then i cried. i released into them, possibly frightening them. so they went and started working. and i let them. i released into them and then released them. and then i released into my self and into the Earth. i sat with my self and the tears flowed out and into my ears and out and down my cheeks, into my hair and onto the floor.