hmm i've been internet zoningout for the last halfhour. haven't done that in awhile. a strange mood, quiet and restless at the same time, and i ate a whole can of corn. i met quite a few people tonight at the 'latin dance party with special guests kulu mele.' possibility of working at dance advance maybe starting next week or so (not sure if it's paid but seems likely). also met marie collette, this tall happy friendly french woman whom i had spoken with on the phone earlier in the week. wonder how aaron's doing in france...
once i get into it, handing out flyers is quite a game, being on the sidewalks with a basic and simple purpose--appealing to one person after another to take hold of a piece of paper--sometimes it seems like i win if they take the piece of paper, but often it doesn't really matter to me either way, just that the interaction takes place, i try and am accepted, rejected, or completely ignored (although i don't really count those walkonbys as rejections, the people who want to pretend they're not on the street with other people) sometimes rejected with a smile. people have such a variety of reactions to my most often silent bequest, unless i decide to say 'today's cuban independence day' or 'cuban arts and culture,' holding out the glossy brochure, letting the colors and writing speak for themselves, with the intent to meet the eyes of the oncoming or sitting or waiting person if they will let me. so many fleeting glimpses of people, glances into their mood and character through a simple interaction. and it's hard to guess how a person will act towards the brochure, towards me, from their appearance.
posted by Liza 11.10.03