Empezaba èsta entrada en español.
It took me almost twenty minutes to write that sentence, and I still can't remember which alt-# combination it takes to make an ì. I mean an ñ. There it is.^
Back in August, I auditioñed for the eñsemble of Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Bliñd, the longest ruññing show in Chicago. The aftermath is well documented.
I commented in an email:
"So there it is."
This past week, Barrel of Monkeys held annual auditions. As they were only auditioning for Spanish speakers, minorities, and musiciañs, I did not participate. Twenty-two local performers were cast. Clearly, none of them are me.
A friend commented in email:
"Maybe the universe is telling you to zig instead of zag."
This past weekend, I spent 6 hours in Spanish conversation classes* classified as "intermediate." I frequently had to ask the instructor to repeat himself. I couldn't pronounce or remember the word "vegetariano." I couldn't say such basic things as "never mind" and "either."
I commented under my breath:
Ay, Dios mio.
Last year, a friend commented about a piece I'd written:
"Cleverness is great, but I think sometimes it's easy to use cleverness to cover up truth."
Last month, a friend wrote into a performance piece:
"I believe being an actor means showing honesty and vulnerability on stage."
I said to myself:
"Maybe I am done with this."
I thought to myself:
. . .
Yesterday, I agreed to perform in the November installment of TV Reruns at Mary's Attic.
Yesterday, I began writing for a two-person performance in the winter.
Yesterday, I booked a performance with my esteemed colleagues "Tea, Jake, and Dave" for tomorrow night. At 8 pm, I will be improvising a 10 minute solo piece at The Atlantic. I haven't done that for at least four years.
Yesterday, I signed up for a December Spanish class considered "Advanced."
I'm saying to myself:
"What the hell am I doing? Haven't I learned anything from my failure?'
Me estoy preguntando:
"¿De què tengo miedo?"
And I got that upside down question mark right on the first try. Like this:
^ I now know what the NUM LOCK key on my keyboard is for.
* Yes, I know. The wonderful secrets about me just keep on coming as you peel away the e-layers!