I'm not sure what, if anything, this says about me but upon reading last week's post, I have a new point of view about being a woman in a typically male-dominated field:
"That's right. I can do all of this AND create a human being. And you?"
Ummmm....yeah. How's that for honesty?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
On being the Sound Guy
Boobs.
Let's just get the boob thing out of the way. I have them. Yup, I do and you don't. Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs.
Not only do I HAVE boobs... but sometimes? Sometimes I take them to work and my boobs and I sit behind a lot of very expensive and complicated equipment. And then I operate all of it. And this? THIS IS NOT CUTE. This is not sexy, this is not funny, or special, or something uniquely amazing. This is just a person doing a job they are trained to do.
There. Good.
The second most frequently asked question I answer at intermission (the first being "Where are the bathrooms?") is, "Do you operate ALL OF THAT?" This is a question asked exclusively by men. Sometimes I get genuinely curious and friendly people. I love when that happens. People are really excited by theatre and I'm the only one out there they can approach. So I talk to them. Sometimes its great. Sometimes I get parents with their kids who are just starting to do theatre at school. Those are my favorite intermissions.
I don't mind being asked what I do or how I do it. But the men who ask if I know how to use ALL! THAT! EQUIPMENT! deserve to get kicked in the nuts. It is asked in the tone of voice you would use to praise a toddler the first time he or she pooped in the big kid potty. Well gee, sir. It sure is hard. What with all these fancy computers and buttons. Of course I know how to use it! No one would ever walk up to a big burly male op and ask if he knew how to use all the equipment in front of him. Because, I assume, it isn't shocking to see a man sitting in front of an array of computers and gear.
Yesterday, a (married, I assume) couple came up to me at intermission. They were wearing matching red reindeer sweaters:
Husband: So you must be the sound man! (Big laugh)
Me: (sigh, pretend to laugh.) Well, I do get referred to as the sound guy all the time.
Wife: *blinkblink* *smile*
H: She (meaning Wife) asked if I had seen where the sound man was. I said I had. She said, "Is he cute?" I said, "SHE sure is!" Ha ha ha!
Wife: Teehee *blinkblink*
Ummmmmmm.... did I just get hit on by a couple in matching Christmas sweaters WHILE WORKING? This would so never happen to a man. The part that really got to me was that the only polite response left to me was to laugh back and say thank you. That's humiliating. I am not here for your amusement. I am not a piece of meat.
I'm really struggling with polite responses lately. I'm having a hard time understand and accepting the way women are expected to interface with society. And let's just ban the word "feminism" here because this is not about what that word implies. This is not about oppression or activism or hairy pits or Rosie the Riveter. But yes. I am a woman and I am pissed off about the way I am expected to act. I am pissed off that people think its impressive that I do what I do. It is not any harder for me than it would be for a male version of myself. I don't want to joke about being a woman. Its not funny.
Most of all, when someone makes a wholly inappropriate remark about my sexuality and my appearance, I want to be able to be pissed off. But my role in this society is to avoid conflict at all costs. Women are to provide comfort, to smooth things over, to permit the transgressions of men, to accept that they are eye candy. A woman's accomplishments cannot easily be distinguished from her sexuality.
Everything else I type just turns into rhetoric. Because what I'm fed up with too ubiquitous to even distinguish. Its just accepted. I need to find the words that turn this into a coherent thought and not just the venting of anger. Until I find them, this is what I've got.
Let's just get the boob thing out of the way. I have them. Yup, I do and you don't. Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs.
Not only do I HAVE boobs... but sometimes? Sometimes I take them to work and my boobs and I sit behind a lot of very expensive and complicated equipment. And then I operate all of it. And this? THIS IS NOT CUTE. This is not sexy, this is not funny, or special, or something uniquely amazing. This is just a person doing a job they are trained to do.
There. Good.
The second most frequently asked question I answer at intermission (the first being "Where are the bathrooms?") is, "Do you operate ALL OF THAT?" This is a question asked exclusively by men. Sometimes I get genuinely curious and friendly people. I love when that happens. People are really excited by theatre and I'm the only one out there they can approach. So I talk to them. Sometimes its great. Sometimes I get parents with their kids who are just starting to do theatre at school. Those are my favorite intermissions.
I don't mind being asked what I do or how I do it. But the men who ask if I know how to use ALL! THAT! EQUIPMENT! deserve to get kicked in the nuts. It is asked in the tone of voice you would use to praise a toddler the first time he or she pooped in the big kid potty. Well gee, sir. It sure is hard. What with all these fancy computers and buttons. Of course I know how to use it! No one would ever walk up to a big burly male op and ask if he knew how to use all the equipment in front of him. Because, I assume, it isn't shocking to see a man sitting in front of an array of computers and gear.
Yesterday, a (married, I assume) couple came up to me at intermission. They were wearing matching red reindeer sweaters:
Husband: So you must be the sound man! (Big laugh)
Me: (sigh, pretend to laugh.) Well, I do get referred to as the sound guy all the time.
Wife: *blinkblink* *smile*
H: She (meaning Wife) asked if I had seen where the sound man was. I said I had. She said, "Is he cute?" I said, "SHE sure is!" Ha ha ha!
Wife: Teehee *blinkblink*
Ummmmmmm.... did I just get hit on by a couple in matching Christmas sweaters WHILE WORKING? This would so never happen to a man. The part that really got to me was that the only polite response left to me was to laugh back and say thank you. That's humiliating. I am not here for your amusement. I am not a piece of meat.
I'm really struggling with polite responses lately. I'm having a hard time understand and accepting the way women are expected to interface with society. And let's just ban the word "feminism" here because this is not about what that word implies. This is not about oppression or activism or hairy pits or Rosie the Riveter. But yes. I am a woman and I am pissed off about the way I am expected to act. I am pissed off that people think its impressive that I do what I do. It is not any harder for me than it would be for a male version of myself. I don't want to joke about being a woman. Its not funny.
Most of all, when someone makes a wholly inappropriate remark about my sexuality and my appearance, I want to be able to be pissed off. But my role in this society is to avoid conflict at all costs. Women are to provide comfort, to smooth things over, to permit the transgressions of men, to accept that they are eye candy. A woman's accomplishments cannot easily be distinguished from her sexuality.
Everything else I type just turns into rhetoric. Because what I'm fed up with too ubiquitous to even distinguish. Its just accepted. I need to find the words that turn this into a coherent thought and not just the venting of anger. Until I find them, this is what I've got.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
I am an imperfect person
I do not update this blog regularly - only when I have something that needs writing.
I will probably not respond to your email right away. But I will respond.
I will definitely not return your call right away, especially if we haven't spoken in a while. It makes me very anxious. Sometimes, I wait so long that I become actually afraid to call you. And that turns into a fear that I cannot call you.
I will lose touch with you for periods of time. But I will always apologize.
Sometimes a person must accept their own faults with some compassion.
After what feels like a lifetime of "working on it" - fixing myself, I am exhausted. It is time for compassion. For others, and for myself.
Give me the benefit of the doubt, please.
I am highly imperfect. We all are.
I will probably not respond to your email right away. But I will respond.
I will definitely not return your call right away, especially if we haven't spoken in a while. It makes me very anxious. Sometimes, I wait so long that I become actually afraid to call you. And that turns into a fear that I cannot call you.
I will lose touch with you for periods of time. But I will always apologize.
Sometimes a person must accept their own faults with some compassion.
After what feels like a lifetime of "working on it" - fixing myself, I am exhausted. It is time for compassion. For others, and for myself.
Give me the benefit of the doubt, please.
I am highly imperfect. We all are.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Calico Skies
Life is a lot about extremes lately. Its rough here. To be alone here, to struggle with what sometimes feels like a job a monkey could do. Its worst when I'm at the end of a show run, pushing the go button for the 400,000th time on a show that has lost its wonder for me. In those times, I remind myself that tech is coming up and life will improve. Intellectually, I know that tech will remind me why I'm here: to learn, to be challenged, to be part of a group effort, to watch designers work. I know it in my head but not in my heart.
Thankfully, this latest tech period is proving to be a total life saver. I've been dreading the start of A Christmas Carrol since I started here. Everyone walks around moaning about how they've done it so many times and there are so many children and so many early matines and long days. Moan, huff, doom, terror. To make matters worse, my "supervisor" has been telling me that Christas Carrol is the Biggest Sound Install EVER and oh my god, we'll never get it done and he's hired a million people to help and we will work all day and all night. So yes, I was completely dreading this show.
In the end, however, this show has been a godsend. There have definitely been frustrations - most having to do with the ineptitude of my boss and the ridiculous hours it causes me to work - and I'm tired from 10 out of 12s that are really 14 out of 12s. But MAN, this show reminds me why I chose to go back to theatre.
Last year, I began a job that paid more than either of my parents have ever made in their lives. I knew it wasn't what I wanted, but I was way too scared to turn down the security and, frankly, I didn't have the balls it takes to do theatre. I thought that I could force myself to change into someone who cared about architectural lighting. To an extend, I did/ do care. I am fascinated by it, that's still true. But I just absolutely could not make myself care about the clients I slaved away for. And that killed my soul a little.
Though it was expected that all employees spend time at various venues the firm designed, I never did. Not once. Not only was I unenthusiastic about dressing up to go somewhere that would require I pretend to be hip, I honestly couldn't afford to eat or drink there. We worked for the NY elite class. Rich people who art part of some social scene I cannot pretend to understand. Rich people who will pay hundreds of dollars a plate to eat in a restaurant with color-changing seats and crazy, elaborate design. I designed the exterior lighting for a hotel that charged $400 a night per tiny room. When I parents came for to see me, they wanted to stay there but couldn't afford it. They wanted to stay where I had worked, but the reality is that we are not Those People. Infact? I hate Those People. The ones who celebrate their disposable income like that. It made me sick, physically and spiritually, to be working for them.
So far, Christmas Carrol has had two previews. The patrons at each preview are 500 children who have received free tickets (sponsored by donors). Most have never been inside a theatre in their lives. For a program mention, Starbucks provides us with free cookies and hot chocolate for the kids. Admittedly, I was worried about what 500 sugared-up children running around my mixer platform would be like.
But you know what? Its healing my soul. The show is full of old school theatre tricks. The basic tricks that really work. Hiding people behind other actors so that they can suddenly "appear", set pieces on wheels attached to a black rope, pushed on stage by a crew member wearing black gloves that appear to be floating, old fashioned hoist and pulley fly systems for the "ghosts." There's no machine automation, just elbow grease and a few well-timed blackouts.
And the kids eat it up! They absolutely love the show. We all spend the show laughing at the sound of 500 children gasping or laughing or screaming. From my platform in the house, I can here ten year old boys try to figure out how something just happened or yell, "Woah!". I get to watch the five year old little girl who plays Want pick her nose on stage.
I've been overdrawn and stressed out, paying past due amounts just in time, rationing the gas in my car, and extending forbearances.
But I have to tell you - each one of those little kid crowd reactions fills me with such warmth that I am glad to have given up 20k in salary for this. This is one of the most right choices I've made.
Thankfully, this latest tech period is proving to be a total life saver. I've been dreading the start of A Christmas Carrol since I started here. Everyone walks around moaning about how they've done it so many times and there are so many children and so many early matines and long days. Moan, huff, doom, terror. To make matters worse, my "supervisor" has been telling me that Christas Carrol is the Biggest Sound Install EVER and oh my god, we'll never get it done and he's hired a million people to help and we will work all day and all night. So yes, I was completely dreading this show.
In the end, however, this show has been a godsend. There have definitely been frustrations - most having to do with the ineptitude of my boss and the ridiculous hours it causes me to work - and I'm tired from 10 out of 12s that are really 14 out of 12s. But MAN, this show reminds me why I chose to go back to theatre.
Last year, I began a job that paid more than either of my parents have ever made in their lives. I knew it wasn't what I wanted, but I was way too scared to turn down the security and, frankly, I didn't have the balls it takes to do theatre. I thought that I could force myself to change into someone who cared about architectural lighting. To an extend, I did/ do care. I am fascinated by it, that's still true. But I just absolutely could not make myself care about the clients I slaved away for. And that killed my soul a little.
Though it was expected that all employees spend time at various venues the firm designed, I never did. Not once. Not only was I unenthusiastic about dressing up to go somewhere that would require I pretend to be hip, I honestly couldn't afford to eat or drink there. We worked for the NY elite class. Rich people who art part of some social scene I cannot pretend to understand. Rich people who will pay hundreds of dollars a plate to eat in a restaurant with color-changing seats and crazy, elaborate design. I designed the exterior lighting for a hotel that charged $400 a night per tiny room. When I parents came for to see me, they wanted to stay there but couldn't afford it. They wanted to stay where I had worked, but the reality is that we are not Those People. Infact? I hate Those People. The ones who celebrate their disposable income like that. It made me sick, physically and spiritually, to be working for them.
So far, Christmas Carrol has had two previews. The patrons at each preview are 500 children who have received free tickets (sponsored by donors). Most have never been inside a theatre in their lives. For a program mention, Starbucks provides us with free cookies and hot chocolate for the kids. Admittedly, I was worried about what 500 sugared-up children running around my mixer platform would be like.
But you know what? Its healing my soul. The show is full of old school theatre tricks. The basic tricks that really work. Hiding people behind other actors so that they can suddenly "appear", set pieces on wheels attached to a black rope, pushed on stage by a crew member wearing black gloves that appear to be floating, old fashioned hoist and pulley fly systems for the "ghosts." There's no machine automation, just elbow grease and a few well-timed blackouts.
And the kids eat it up! They absolutely love the show. We all spend the show laughing at the sound of 500 children gasping or laughing or screaming. From my platform in the house, I can here ten year old boys try to figure out how something just happened or yell, "Woah!". I get to watch the five year old little girl who plays Want pick her nose on stage.
I've been overdrawn and stressed out, paying past due amounts just in time, rationing the gas in my car, and extending forbearances.
But I have to tell you - each one of those little kid crowd reactions fills me with such warmth that I am glad to have given up 20k in salary for this. This is one of the most right choices I've made.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
You know you're a dork when...
...after reading a blog post about felting wool from thrifted sweaters and the author's bad haircut, you frantically look through almost 100 comments about bad hair cuts and fixes looking for "felting wool sweaters."
Yeah.
Sometimes I'm so cool I can't even stand it.
Yeah.
Sometimes I'm so cool I can't even stand it.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Keeping a running list...
I took this job in Hartford because I knew next to nothing about how to do it. I came here to learn. And so far, I've learned something new almost every day. Mostly because I've fucked something up almost every day. In sound, there are just so many ways to fuck things up opportunities for growth. Those lessons, however, are for another post.
Today I'm starting a running list of things I've learned from others' mistakes. Its a list I've been keeping in my head for a while now but its getting too long to remember. Consider it my gift to you. A gift born of bitterness, of the paying of dues, of whining. But also a gift of love - Who knows, it may prevent you and I from becoming total jerks. (?)
Well, At Least I'll Never Do That:
- I will not call my assistant at 8am and then be 30 minutes late. I will also not call my assistant at 8am unless there's something for them to do.
- I will try with every fiber of my being to never respond with, "Jesus fucking Christ."
- I will not make my assistant pick anything up from the printer for me/ walk across the room to deliver anything to anyone else for me/ ask people stressful questions in my stead/ throw things away for me/ wipe my ass for me. Unless I am suddenly paralyzed. Or my arms and legs spontaneously fall off.
- I will not become lazy when using an assistant.
- I will not charge my assistant for his/ her own lunch when I send them out to pick up food for both of us.
- I will do my very best to give clear, concise direction and feedback.
- I will not, by remaining silent when at fault, let my assistant take the blame.
- I will always show up when I said I will. I will not leave people to their own devices, especially when they need me there to teach or make decisions.
- Most importantly, I will try my hardest to always remember be kind.
Any other things you've learned from higher-ups never to do? Feel free to add to the list!
Today I'm starting a running list of things I've learned from others' mistakes. Its a list I've been keeping in my head for a while now but its getting too long to remember. Consider it my gift to you. A gift born of bitterness, of the paying of dues, of whining. But also a gift of love - Who knows, it may prevent you and I from becoming total jerks. (?)
Well, At Least I'll Never Do That:
- I will not call my assistant at 8am and then be 30 minutes late. I will also not call my assistant at 8am unless there's something for them to do.
- I will try with every fiber of my being to never respond with, "Jesus fucking Christ."
- I will not make my assistant pick anything up from the printer for me/ walk across the room to deliver anything to anyone else for me/ ask people stressful questions in my stead/ throw things away for me/ wipe my ass for me. Unless I am suddenly paralyzed. Or my arms and legs spontaneously fall off.
- I will not become lazy when using an assistant.
- I will not charge my assistant for his/ her own lunch when I send them out to pick up food for both of us.
- I will do my very best to give clear, concise direction and feedback.
- I will not, by remaining silent when at fault, let my assistant take the blame.
- I will always show up when I said I will. I will not leave people to their own devices, especially when they need me there to teach or make decisions.
- Most importantly, I will try my hardest to always remember be kind.
Any other things you've learned from higher-ups never to do? Feel free to add to the list!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
"Because I did not know who I was, any image of myself, no matter how grotesque, had power over me. This much I understand now..."
"...But the man can give no help to the boy, not in this matter nor in those that follow. The boy moves always out of reach."
25 years ago I: Was born with straight black hair. Hair that, of course, fell out a week later to be replaced by straight blond hair. How I ended up with the current version is anyone's guess.
20 years ago I: Raised my hand in kindergarten when ask who the president was, proudly answering, "George Washington."
15 years ago I: Had just moved to a new city at the start of fourth grade and was The New Girl. When a "popular girl" made fun of my friend Banou's shirt, I tried to comfort her. She said, "You act like you don't care if they like you." Surprised at the thought, I replied, "I don't."
10 years ago I: Grew deeply religious and "declared" (officially concerted) myself a Baha'i. I was very lost and had found a loving family in the form of the Los Angeles Baha'i Youth Workshop and the LA Baha'i community. My affiliation with organized religion only lasted for two years but occasionally, in times of fear or emergency, I still catch myself informally praying.
7 years ago I: Lost a father. Gained a... well I'm still not yet sure.
5 years ago I: Applied to, got accepted into, and began attending Carnegie Mellon School of Drama. Realized that I could stop pretending to be an actor. Immense relief.
3 years ago I: Learned way more than anyone should ever know about termites- firsthand. Subsequently, also learned about the importance of 7am fortitude, wearing pajamas and wielding a slipper.
2 years ago I : Graduated from university, something my mother later admitted she wasn't always sure would happen. Come to think of it, several of my high school teachers seemed to doubt my ability to graduate from a university. Most especially my Algebra I teacher Mr. Eede, who would make me say, "Would you like fries with that?" when I failed tests. I'd like to dedicate my college and university honors and my giant diploma from one of the most competitive universities in the country to Mr. Eede. Supersize THAT, motherf***er.
1 year ago I: Sold my soul to the devil and joined a big fancy architectural lighting design firm. It was absolutely the right choice at the time. And that's what I'm going to say about that.
So far this year I: Have regained my soul, left New York, traveled to Prague, taught an intro sound course, moved to Hartford, rechristened myself, begun to learn to love myself, begun to learn what trust is, begun proving myself as a sound designer.
Huh. Hmmm...
And you???? If you could chose just one thing to share from each of these yearly milestones (accept for the current year), what would you choose?
25 years ago I: Was born with straight black hair. Hair that, of course, fell out a week later to be replaced by straight blond hair. How I ended up with the current version is anyone's guess.
20 years ago I: Raised my hand in kindergarten when ask who the president was, proudly answering, "George Washington."
15 years ago I: Had just moved to a new city at the start of fourth grade and was The New Girl. When a "popular girl" made fun of my friend Banou's shirt, I tried to comfort her. She said, "You act like you don't care if they like you." Surprised at the thought, I replied, "I don't."
10 years ago I: Grew deeply religious and "declared" (officially concerted) myself a Baha'i. I was very lost and had found a loving family in the form of the Los Angeles Baha'i Youth Workshop and the LA Baha'i community. My affiliation with organized religion only lasted for two years but occasionally, in times of fear or emergency, I still catch myself informally praying.
7 years ago I: Lost a father. Gained a... well I'm still not yet sure.
5 years ago I: Applied to, got accepted into, and began attending Carnegie Mellon School of Drama. Realized that I could stop pretending to be an actor. Immense relief.
3 years ago I: Learned way more than anyone should ever know about termites- firsthand. Subsequently, also learned about the importance of 7am fortitude, wearing pajamas and wielding a slipper.
2 years ago I : Graduated from university, something my mother later admitted she wasn't always sure would happen. Come to think of it, several of my high school teachers seemed to doubt my ability to graduate from a university. Most especially my Algebra I teacher Mr. Eede, who would make me say, "Would you like fries with that?" when I failed tests. I'd like to dedicate my college and university honors and my giant diploma from one of the most competitive universities in the country to Mr. Eede. Supersize THAT, motherf***er.
1 year ago I: Sold my soul to the devil and joined a big fancy architectural lighting design firm. It was absolutely the right choice at the time. And that's what I'm going to say about that.
So far this year I: Have regained my soul, left New York, traveled to Prague, taught an intro sound course, moved to Hartford, rechristened myself, begun to learn to love myself, begun to learn what trust is, begun proving myself as a sound designer.
Huh. Hmmm...
And you???? If you could chose just one thing to share from each of these yearly milestones (accept for the current year), what would you choose?
Thursday, October 4, 2007
"I've got a lot to learn/ and a lot of nerve/ so baby watch me while I take this curve."
Did you know that the transformation a caterpillar undergoes to become a butterfly is actually completely disgusting? Until recently, I certainly didn't. I've always assumed that the little caterpillar just kind of took a long nap in its cocoon, grew wings, and then popped out all fresh(!) and new(!) and beautiful(!). Turns out, that's only the g-rated part of the story.
When a caterpillar goes into his cocoon, he definitely does not nap. His body dissolves into goo as it is attacked by its own immune system. He completely looses himself in this goo, his immune system killing everything he used to be, but for a single imaginal cell. This cell fights back and reproduces until there are enough cells to form a completely new creature. THEN the pretty-wing-making starts.
Suddenly, it seems like a much more appropriate metaphor, doesn't it?
I'm in Hartford, CT, by the way. At this point, I've lost track of who I've spoken to about this. I sort of needed a break from the world at large for a while this summer. I had a fantastic opportunity to build myself a little cocoon and now I'm trying to reconnect with everyone.
I'm the new Audio Engineer (read: sound op, one-woman sound crew/ coordinator/ point person) at Hartford Stage. Its crazy because the job is much easier than I expected but the move has been a million times harder. I've been here for about 5 weeks now (feels like forever) and I'm starting to get more grounded here.
Its difficult not knowing anyone in a city. I'm just now starting to befriend people at work. I didn't take into account that they would actually be shyer than I am, so I only recently realized I had to take the initiative. Its been really great to hang out with people after almost a month of isolation! Its still too early to tell if real friendships will bud but at least I'm passing the time.
I'm also taking advantage of the freedom of solitary living and I'm learning all sorts of new things. I've taken up needlework and am becoming addicted - So far I'm doing needle felting and embroidery but I'm also really curious about quilting. Not in the little house on the prairie sense but in a fiber art sense. I'm also learning to cook. I've got a couple of recipes down and am almost always eating meals I prepare. I'm really proud of this new-found domesticity. Its not something I was taught growing up and its making it possible to create a simple and satisfying life.
On the upside, I'm finally doing something that scares the pants off me and trying to make a living in Theater. I'm also surprisingly competent at this new job. I took this job for several reasons, two of which were the chance to fill some knowledge gaps about audio gear and the chance to prove to myself I can hack it in sound. The biggest reason I didn't go into sound right after school was that I was so terrified I'd just make a fool of myself. I had no idea what any of the gear or the millions of connectors and buttons did. Well, I'm certainly learning what they do now. My supervisor is hardly ever around, leaving me to figure things out through trial and error (mercifully, usually in private). While this is sometimes frustrating, I know its the exact way I need to be learning right now. When I can't figure something out, I am sometimes quick to panic, give up, and ask for help. I'm learning that I can almost always find the answer on my own if I keep focused. So not only am I learning about gear, I'm learning about confidence.
This move has been difficult and it will continue to be so. I'm broke as shit, far away from where my heart is, and struggling with a non-design job. But at the end of the day, I am still sure this is what I needed to do. And that is almost always not the thing that's easiest to do.
I'm proud of myself here. And that's not nothing.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
When a caterpillar goes into his cocoon, he definitely does not nap. His body dissolves into goo as it is attacked by its own immune system. He completely looses himself in this goo, his immune system killing everything he used to be, but for a single imaginal cell. This cell fights back and reproduces until there are enough cells to form a completely new creature. THEN the pretty-wing-making starts.
Suddenly, it seems like a much more appropriate metaphor, doesn't it?
I'm in Hartford, CT, by the way. At this point, I've lost track of who I've spoken to about this. I sort of needed a break from the world at large for a while this summer. I had a fantastic opportunity to build myself a little cocoon and now I'm trying to reconnect with everyone.
I'm the new Audio Engineer (read: sound op, one-woman sound crew/ coordinator/ point person) at Hartford Stage. Its crazy because the job is much easier than I expected but the move has been a million times harder. I've been here for about 5 weeks now (feels like forever) and I'm starting to get more grounded here.
Its difficult not knowing anyone in a city. I'm just now starting to befriend people at work. I didn't take into account that they would actually be shyer than I am, so I only recently realized I had to take the initiative. Its been really great to hang out with people after almost a month of isolation! Its still too early to tell if real friendships will bud but at least I'm passing the time.
I'm also taking advantage of the freedom of solitary living and I'm learning all sorts of new things. I've taken up needlework and am becoming addicted - So far I'm doing needle felting and embroidery but I'm also really curious about quilting. Not in the little house on the prairie sense but in a fiber art sense. I'm also learning to cook. I've got a couple of recipes down and am almost always eating meals I prepare. I'm really proud of this new-found domesticity. Its not something I was taught growing up and its making it possible to create a simple and satisfying life.
On the upside, I'm finally doing something that scares the pants off me and trying to make a living in Theater. I'm also surprisingly competent at this new job. I took this job for several reasons, two of which were the chance to fill some knowledge gaps about audio gear and the chance to prove to myself I can hack it in sound. The biggest reason I didn't go into sound right after school was that I was so terrified I'd just make a fool of myself. I had no idea what any of the gear or the millions of connectors and buttons did. Well, I'm certainly learning what they do now. My supervisor is hardly ever around, leaving me to figure things out through trial and error (mercifully, usually in private). While this is sometimes frustrating, I know its the exact way I need to be learning right now. When I can't figure something out, I am sometimes quick to panic, give up, and ask for help. I'm learning that I can almost always find the answer on my own if I keep focused. So not only am I learning about gear, I'm learning about confidence.
This move has been difficult and it will continue to be so. I'm broke as shit, far away from where my heart is, and struggling with a non-design job. But at the end of the day, I am still sure this is what I needed to do. And that is almost always not the thing that's easiest to do.
I'm proud of myself here. And that's not nothing.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
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