Slowed

The momentum with which I entered the week has slowed. Bad timing.

I didn't get much done last night after accepting an invitation from Margo and Elizabeth to attend Times Talks, a New York Times-sponsored panel discussion entitled "Gender Benders on Stage." Margo moderated the panel, which included Lypsinka, the two chicks in Matt and Ben, a woman who plays Gary Coleman in Ave. Q, and another guy from another show whose title I can't remember. Throughout the panel, I grew more and more agitated. I'm not going to get into the reasons now. I just grew impatient with blatant claims of oppression, heterosexism (from the two chicks), etc.

So I left pissed off and went home and watched Average Joe. The result of this didn't help my mood, either, because I really wanted her to pick Adam. Hell, I'd date Adam. The only good thing about her picking the other guy is that he's a student who lives with his parents. I live alone but am a student and broke. So there are chicks out there who don't only want someone with money. Or who insist on being taken out all the time. I would date Malena, though. She's hot.

Because I'm making myself sound stupid, I'm going to go back to the start of Monday, a day that began really well. I had to attend the Martha Graham thing. I wasn't looking forward to it at all. But, to be honest, I loved it.We watched a level II class. I spoke with a woman before the class started and asked her what level she was in. I also asked her what her aspirations were. She cracked a pleasantly surprised smile and then got pulled away. I then thought it'd be a cool idea to interview her. Do a story on the life of a dancer. So I got her e-mail address. After the class, she came up to me and said she was thinking it might be a good idea to get a few dancers to talk to me about the grind. Hmmmm....let me paint this picture: It's a brisk January morning and I'm sitting at a table for five in a cafeteria. There is a tape recorder in front of me, and I'm surrounded by three or four level II Martha Graham dancers just talking to me about their lives. Not a bad way to spend one's time. I'll probably contact her next month to get it going. I think it would make an interesting article. I'll try to sell it to someone who cares. Or maybe I'll just start a magazine and publish it myself. The class itself was very interesting. I was riveted for the entire hour and 45 minutes. And, no, it didn't have anything to do with the fact that there were 20+ women in dance attire in stretching and jumping and what not. I went with another friend of mine. The life of a dancer is something I cannot comprehend, so for that reason, I was enjoying myself. They go everyday and dance. And for what? That's why I'm writing the article. I picked up my transcripts yesterday, so my applications are almost complete. I just have to get the letters and finalize my statement. I haven't slept well the previous two nights. I've woken up from strange dreams, which is something that rarely happens. So two nights in a row is strange. And with that, I'm going to go finish (I hope) my paper.