i keep getting 'homework' (am i supposed to have homework at adf? apparently so...) in CC class, and then forgetting to do it until the last minute. i was supposed to interview someone, and i actually meant to this morning. i wanted to interview someone at this breakfast/burger hut with no name except 'food to go' (aptly, i received my food in a styrofoam container) that's at the intersection of main and markham that i was talking about before. i got up especially early expressly for this purpose, arriving for breakfast at about 7:15 am. as soon as i pulled up the one guy sitting there, a black guy in his thirties i would guess, was watching me. i sucked together my confidence and walked up, saying good morning, howre you doin? right away and making friendly eye contact with him.
i got three pancakes, no meat, and a small coffee from the chef, Willy. not only was willy there in person, but there were photos of him hanging right inside the order window. in one he was chopping something colorful. this place serves some items i've never heard of--liver pudding and ?red hot? were meat options. now, i really wanted to interview one of these guys and it didn't feel too uncomfortable, but then i just wanted to let the conversation go as it would, or maybe i was too shy to ask the other guy who was just sitting there if i could 'interview' him. it sounds so official. i've decided though to treat the little conversation we had as my 'interview' for the class because that was my intention and i did find out some things about him. for one, his name is bobby, 'you can call me bob.' he works at the car wash across the street--'couch's kwik kar wash'--and he used to be a dump truck driver until he lost his license for getting pulled over with a couple of beers in him (tisktisk). he has some really good folk spread out in different places in durham. his brother has a collection of action movies. he likes music. he's thinking of getting a night job at a ballpark that just opened that pays $10/hour. he's from durham. he knew that there was %50 chance of rain today. he said i shouldn't push myself too hard. got to enjoy life. he noticed that i have strong calves (which sounds kind of creepy, but he wasn't really). as for the gestures i'm supposed to observe, that's hard because he was pretty relaxed most of the time.
1) sitting leaning back on a ledge with both arms slung on the ledge, feet out (this how he was most of the time we were talking)
2) slightly nodding his head while keeping eye contact.
3) gesturing to his calf, thinking i hadn't understood the word when he said it.
4) saying hi to some guys that came up while we were talking without looking at them, and with some tension in his torso--sitting more forward than he was before.
5) gesturing to places around durham when he was telling me where his family lives.
6) his foot shaking, tapping while he was sitting in the slung position.
those will be my six. the pancakes were much better than mcdonald's, and the coffee wasn't half bad, although it probably wasn't the best meal to have before dancing at 8 am. he wants to 'show me around' saturday evening. hmm. it reminds me of when i met the marine boy on the airplane and he came out to swat and he came to african class and we ate chinese food. it was kind of fun, just the novelty of talking to someone whose life and experiences are so different from mine.
as for three things i want to work on in the class:
more moving and speaking at the same time.
creative use of the voice while moving.
learn more ways to keep exploring and morphing and enriching the same basic movement material (as neta pulvermacher says--let the material tell you what it is; be humble towards your material).
three things we've already done:
already, i feel more comfortable speaking while i'm moving.
articulated some of my basic movement patterns (maybe i'll write some more about this later).
remembered a little about the creative possibilities of freeflow writing/freeflow movement.
as for the story i want to tell about 'what sustains me,' maybe i'll look back in this blog to what i wrote the first time about laying on the wall around the garden in tarble courtyard (how come i can't remember what that garden's called? it's not the fragrance garden is it?)
i sang a sea chanty today! in a big booming voice!
posted by Liza 19.6.03