#posts of note

OK, so to start off, in honor of Jen (who hosts this thing!), she retweeted one of my most popular posts from the old Bucket--If I Never Knew You. Thanks, Jen! I sort of updated that post here. I hope you enjoy. If you have any comments/feedback, I'd appreciate it! 

This is sort of 1a, but yeah, I'm on twitter. I'm @capchoirgirl. My twitter productivity varies widely! And can one say "twitter productivity"? Probably not. 

The birthday celebrations have continued! Cupcakes at rehearsal on Wednesday--when blocking death, chocolate is good to have--and dinner with my friends after rehearsal today. We're going to Mezzo in Gahanna, one of my favorite restaurants. 

Rehearsals are ROCKING. Today we're running Act III off book and then tomorrow we're whole hog--running the entire show! Really excited. Also excited because this week is the week we start to build in the set and work with props. TIme to break out the character shoes!

Been working on the physical activity. Went two miles on the treadmill on Thursday and going to hit it today as soon as I'm done with this. :) I actually enjoy it....shhh, don't tell anyone!

Read a lot of great books this week, but my favorites were Imagine: How Creativity Works, and The Song of Achilles. Both brilliant. 

LOOKAMEE looking like a normal! Today I am the smiling face of Someone Once Told Me, the project where you're photographed with something someone once told you (DO YOU SEE HOW IT WORKS?).

When Mario Cacciottolo first asked me to pose for him I went into paroxyms of panic, because

I'm not one for pithy life-affirming adages.

I know a lot of people. They talk a lot. And I barely listen.

I could only think of entirely inappropriate examples, like when the Chinese lady behind the counter asked me if I wanted "sorefinger" on my chips, or the worrying number of times I've been mistaken for a prostitute.

But then I remembered that I'm a beige. A multi-ethnic, polycontinental beige. People always ask where I'm from and the answer always involves some sort of graph.

But that all changed when I met Andy, a down-to-Earth Australian girl I work with who, when I took a deep breath and started listing countries, just waved her hand and said, "Ahh, you're a BITSA."

"BITSA?" I asked, as though I were a secondary character whose only lines were to prompt exposition.

"BITSA," Andy replied. "Bitsa everything."

Et voila. Pithy life-affirming adage and a solution to having to carry a fucking globe around everywhere I go.

Thank you Andy, and thank you Mario for the photo, the lovely afternoon and the free latte.