focusing, refining, adjusting
The cast is doing a spectacular job in the space at the Bailiwick. They’re adjusting and relaxing into the space nicely I think. However, the biggest problems are yet to be solved. The set doesn’t have the oomph I expected, but that is on its way to being solved. The lights aren’t set (full tech is in what, two days?), and there is a potentially huge issue with some projection work that we’ll sort out tonight with a lot of luck.
But these, dear readers, are the things that draw me into projects like this.
I’ve often thought of myself as a hurdler. Run, run, run, and oh look, there is something coming up, so let’s jump over it and move on to the next one. That could sound like a load of horse shit, but it truthfully is the way I deal with things.
Keep moving. See what is ahead of you. Get to it. Deal with it. Move on forward.
Like the caving experience taught me (for about the millionth time in life), if you keep your world to three feet in front of you, and three feet behind you, you can deal with anything. Sure there are goals miles ahead, but none of us can deal with miles ahead.
Three feet at a time.
I have a smattering of errands to run today, the biggest of which is to have my new teeth installed up in mah grill. Somehow (god knows, I slept about three hours) I managed to remember to photograph my smile this morning. After said teeth land, I shall photograph again and share.
My dental history may bore you, but the reason I share is to prove that sometimes little things like that can make all the difference in how you feel. Cutie Justin at JustinFeed.com recently, and bravely I might add, shared that his dental adventures are only just beginning. Kudos to him for having not only the guts to share that with us, but for having the guts to start a long project like that.
The three feet at a time advice hold up in every case.
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I got a text last night from my good judy* Joe. I met his newest flame this past weekend, a cute-as-a-button Greek guy named Niko. (A gay Greek!) Niko’s friend Adam was there as well, and as it turns out, there may be a double date in my future with said Adam, Greek, and judy.
Yay!
* the expression ‘my good judy’ refers to any of my close gay friends in Peter-speak. Why judy? Judy Garland of course. However, judy without caps is a close friend. Judy in caps is the grand dame herself.