Monthly Archives: July 2011

Week Five Down…

I accidentally audibly grunted in class today. It was funny but appropriate considering how I was squeezing my guts up into my chest- let’s here it for the Graham contraction! Then our teacher did an exercise where we did contractions with three different qualities: crying, laughing, and being surprised.  I love how Graham utilizes one of the most visceral physical human reactions to emotion for technique and choreography, this is why I’m obsessed with this technique.

We had an incredible teacher this week, and next week we will have our last. MY LAST WEEK! Whoa.

The city is still a wonderland for me. I am frankly surprised to report: I am not sick of this city. Did not see this one coming. And now, I’m looking at plane tickets to come back in December for two weeks of the winter intensive.

ALSO! I only have three more days of my job! HAHA! And then I’m walking away and never looking back.

Foot

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I’m sitting in a waiting room at the Dance Clinic on a thick, heavy, gray day in the city. I feel as if it was going to choose to rain, it would do so by dropping the earth’s entire atmosphere onto the streets of New York like a sack of dirty flour.
My foot reminds me every once and a while that its keeping a secret from me. Almost as if I’ve offended it by landing on it wrong and so now we are no longer on speaking terms. But like with any offended friend, I can tell that something is wrong and in need of mending. Hopefully these doctors will somehow find time to see me today, preferably soon and before my scheduled appointment here next Thursday.
A tangent to rant on phone operators of any kind with less then proficient annunciation and articulation of the English language: If your sole mode of functionality in your job is to use your voice and to talk on the phone, and to c-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-e important information via your voice and nothing else, please speak clearly. And beyond speaking clearly, maybe not having a Jersey accent AND a legitimate speech impediment would be helpful for the person on the other end of the line? When scheduling appointments, speaking clearly when telling the date of the appointment is crucial. That way, I won’t show up a week early to an appointment I don’t have and have to sit in the waiting room for an hour and a half hoping that the doctors can squeeze me in.
As it turns out, the secretary who scheduled my appointment was saying “the 28th” when I heard “thwa twuntee eeth”…. Sounded like “the 20th” to me. So I repeated that and she said, “nuexdurzday”… what I made out was “Thursday,” as in this Thursday.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No appointment today, not until next Thursday. Which, had I known, I would have figured something else out. I’m not dancing on my foot now and I wasn’t about to waste another week waiting.
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At this point I am at home and have already been through my exam. An extremely anxious nurse brought me in, took down some info and then threw me into the doctors care. After he tested, prodded, and squeezed my foot in every way possible, he said that he was “not too worried.” Well good. I’m glad you’re not worried- but it’s not your foot!!! He continued to say that I probably just strained something or maybe tore something a little. He said that the swelling was fine and that I just needed to ice and not go too hard on it. Okie doke.
So it’s not broken. Good. I can keep dancing and stay in the city. Hurray!
On the way home I accidentally walked into a market (you know how those things have a magnetic pull like a fly to a light bulb.) I might have accidentally walked inside and bought ginger hummus, mushroom brie, and a cream stout beer. Oops. My mistake. Ooooh welll!
Life goes on, and all is well. I just have to baby my foot for a while. Thank the Lord I’m not broken.

Sensing the End

 

Whether its two more weeks, or two more days, I am feeling like the end of my foreign summer is coming. I can’t wait to get home… in a way. In another sense, I don’t feel the need to leave the city at all. I could live here, easily. A trip home would be nice, but I’m already trying to figure out a return trip for the winter intensive this year. However, I can’t wait to walk to Ute Valley Park, stare at Pikes Peak, drive by Garden of the Gods, and eat a birthday cake (ummm, I’m dropping a hint: I know it wont be anyone’s birthday, but since when did my family need a reason to celebrate?)

I don’t want to say anything about my foot yet. Too much is in the unknown and the results of my appointment tomorrow could take my state of being to either end of the spectrum of good and bad… or at least I feel this way…  But hey, I’m in God’s hands!

New Work City

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Emphasis on “work.”

Today in the City

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Begin, phase two, of Adam’s glamorous summer.
My first days here have been good (even the queer community celebrated my arrival by throwing a parade. Thanks, guys, but I just wanted to get groceries on the other side of the street, and hey, nice jock-straps.)
Dancing at the Graham school started and at first it was just something to remind me how horribly out of shape I was. Honestly, the first two days were me looking at myself in the mirror and then getting upset at what I saw, all the while wincing in pain.
Today, however, was a great day, all together.
I was unthinkably sore, but after a half-hour of warming up, I was ready to move. Finally I could feel my back working and I could understand what was happening in the technique. Another perk to the whole experience was that we moved our class into a big high school theater. So there are no mirrors, and lots of space. There is also something very exciting about starting a class combination in the wings of a stage: it allows for your imagination to place yourself in a performance.
So class was great. After class, I went shoe shopping with Eleanor. Ya know, I needed my wourkingggg sshooues! (-to be read with a Forrest Gump accent).
I was hired at Pier 9, a hip seafood restaurant, after a brief interview and a really strong recommendation from Eleanor who works as a hostess there. Yesterday was my first day, and it was really just a trial of my abilities- I would like to say that I passed in flying colors! But that’s way to dramatic, the job is not hard, I just had to watch everybody’s water like a hawk and swoop in to fill it whenever it wasn’t full.
And so this is what I do now, take Graham classes, get lost on subways, bus tables, and crash every night on an inflatable mattress in the basement of an NYC apartment.