I did enjoy being told that I was part of a powerful group of women, both economically and politically.
I promise to use my blogging power for good.
The roundtable discussion about blogging and branding and that was pretty interesting. I haven’t been involved in a discussion about getting paid for the work that we do…Oh wait, I do theatre (Mike Daisey explains it best)….Oh wait, I’m a mom… Oh, wait…, I volunteer at My Kid’s school…
That woman was right when she quoted her husband who said, “There is no way a group of men would be still blogging for free diaper bags“
OK, I was feeling good, now I’m depressed.
No, wait, I won’t get discouraged. Some mom bloggers get free stuff to blog about and then they write about so much stuff they end up being hired by marketing companies.
Now I am really getting off course. I’m a clown, not an ad exec
So anyway.
It was a fun work day first in the studio with the women clowns at a studio in the Fashion District then at the blogging mom event in Tribeca.
So after yummy Brooklyn supper on the the stoop of delivery from The Smoke Joint I sit here now here I write on my MacBook while My Kid who was very excited about the Bejeweled video game and bottles of Powerade Play sports beverage I brought back from today’s event is enjoying her bath with the blue robot bath bomb from LUSH and soap from Carol’s Daughter–OK I’ll stop.
Last night, Jef organized a workshop with Chris Lynam, a clown who is in New York for the Broadway run of Slava’s Snowshow. It’s always good to meet new clowns. After the workshop, there were three conversations at once around the table at the diner. Jef and Chris were talking about working with Slava and working on their own work. I was talking to the only other woman from the workshop about writing and the other guys were talking about guys being goofy.
Walking to the train at the end of the evening, Chris mentioned another clown, Thomas Kubenick a Czech clown who has his own show that he tours around the world. It’s good. I’ve seen it. I met Thomas for the first time at Movement Theatre International in Philadelphia in 1990. He was at that time assisting Boleck Polivka who taught a workshop. I met him again when he showed up at the workshop I was taking with Ctibor Turba at his studio in Nectiny, Czechoslovakia (right before it turned into Czech Land–that’s what the locals called the Czech Republic–and Slovakia) I’ve been around a while, but it’s only been in the last year or so that I’ve gotten a handle on what may be my particular style…
I’m pretty much the opposite of Amy G. Chris took a call from her about a gig at a club. Organizing and coordinating are so not my thing that the passing mention of a woman I know putting together an evening of acts apparently caused me to have a nightmare. I had a dream, last night, about running a theatre space–like Annex where Allison Narver, Andrea Allen and Gillian Jorgenson have all been artistic director or the Brick where Audrey Crabtree is the face of the organizers of the New York Clown Theatre Festival. In this dream which was more like a nightmare, brought on perhaps by conversation about successful theatrical clowns and the women behind them, (I was reminded of the organized women behind the careers of monologists, Spalding Grey and Mike Daisey and cartoonist Gary Larson, not to mention the countless women who work as personal assistants, executive secretaries and stage moms (The Husband, My Kid, My Sister and I all saw Gypsy this week.) These passing bits of conversation caused me to have a nightmare about being in charge of an art space like Celebration Barn, currently run by the Amanda Huotari. In my dream there 4 toilets on the second floor that were all overflowing and unusable. The Marley dance floor in the rehearsal hall had been scrubbed with Comet by someone’s helpful visiting unsupervised mother and was now ruined… It was a nightmare.
Now, disorganized person that I am, I’ve got to hurry and help My Kid, (who is alternately yanking on my body an falling on the floor to prove the point of gross parental neglect) get dressed in a manner appropriate for both ice skating with her aunt at Rockefeller Center and hooking up at the Museum of Natural History with old Seattle Annex friends and their offspring, who are visting from Chicago.