last night through this morning i had an artist's date with myself. i spent some solo time with me doing just...things...and taking the time to just let my mind wander.
both last night and today, i had requested off of work because of a business meeting and film shoot that were originally scheduled. both were cancelled however, so i had an unexpected evening and day open...
there were many social options i could have taken up to fill my time...way too many actually...but i listened to what i really needed, and took some time to myself.
last night, i spent my time organizing, watching a little snippet of a movie, ate brie cheese and just doddled, and though late to bed, slept beautifully. this morning i took myself out to Casbah Cafe...my favorite local coffee shop...to read a couple articles i'd had in my possession for literally years. one of the articles was from my high school acting teacher and was advice for preparing a good audition monologue (helpful to read even now), and the other, i think was from my college acting teacher, Cindy Gold, and was a chapter from a how-to-nurture-your-inner-artist type book. THIS particular article was a gem beyond gems. because of this article i'm about to embark on a 12 week experimental "creativity" course.
the course will include DAILY MORNING PAGES, a WEEKLY ARTIST DATE, and the more general (but no less important) commitment to self-care (adequate sleep, diet, exercise, and pampering?) and Fulfillment of each week's tasks for the duration of the course.
Daily Morning Pages are "brain drain"...3 pages of the absolutely unedited ramblings i will write every morning. even when merely journaling, i have a very loud "no that's not witty enough"..."oh you should re-write that sentence in case someone ever reads this journal" ..."i can't believe how shallow you are" voice that prohibits me from complete free form thoughts...a similar voice invades my acting and everyday life. however, this voice is not allowed in morning pages...the pages are to be WHATEVER comes to one's mind. the author of the article/book says "nothing is too petty, too silly, too stupid to be included...the morning pages are not supposed to sound smart." she even says not to read your own morning pages for the first 8 weeks or so. so though these pages may occasionally include some deeper insights, it is likely that the entries will often be fragmented, self-pitying, repetitive, angry, bland, etc. Morning pages appeals to me because by beginning my day cataloguing the worries, big ideas, fears, etc that would invade my thoughts and abilities to focus throughout the day...the fears that would get in my way of accomplishing what i want out of the day/relationships/life...i tackle them or explore them without censoring in the morning...making them real, and diminishing their power because now all they are are words on a page. The author says "The morning pages are the primary tool of creative recovery...your Censor's negative opinions are not the truth. By spilling out of bed and straight onto the page every morning, you learn to evade the Censor." Awaken right brain...awaken, explore, play, yay!
because I want to go hiking before the sun goes down and parking becomes illegal on the hiking hill, here is a quick snippet of what the WEEKLY ARTIST DATE entails:
"An artist date is a block of time (weekly), especially set aside and committed to nurturing your creative consciousness, your inner artist." Preplanned time to do an activity...see something new...hike a hill...make a new dish...go to an art gallery...get lost driving somewhere (but have a gps to get yourself home)...etc. With new sights and feelings and experiences comes insight is the idea.
So looking forward to this. It was unbelievable after how doing my 3 page morning page, and spending a little time with myself brought me peace of mind, energy, and focus to read a book i would have certainly been too distracted to read if i hadn't let myself just ramble for 3 pages or had taken a good chunk of time to myself over the last day.
the above is ONE venture...the OTHER venture is that I am watching a movie/tv show every day or every other day...or perhaps i should say, 4 a week. This is to aid me in my actor's research...to see movies with actors i can learn from, genres to be familiar with, influential directors, shows that are or were popular.
This week I'm watching:
Julia (1977) - with Jane Fonda, Vanessa Redgrave, Meryl Streep
Being John Malkovich
Bananas (Woody Allen)
Rescue Me (TV)
Before Sunrise (romance, but with a crazy lead character who i've been told is "me")
sweet!
much love...off to hike!
~J
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Loving the Place I Live...and Taking Comfort in the Journey
the title speaks for itself.
write more later!
write more later!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Dance Aftershock Poetic Dribble
Dance classes intimidate me. I am most vulnerable when in a dance studio because when growing up, the dance studio I attended is where I felt my most shy and left out. I perceived all the girls in class as extroverts (which I was not at that age), and felt intimidated by their domineering personalities. I was self-conscious and trapped in a shyness blanket at every class that was only dropped at the recital we'd have each year. But because rhythm was natural for me and movement was something that my body could do, I never completely dreaded class knowing that there'd be some point during it where I'd feel good about my abilities and pleased about learning something new.
So anywho, though I've grown leaps and bounds in my skills and confidence, and continue to participate in dance culture and to be inspired by it, I still have a little protective shell over my body when in a dance studio.
However, since being in LA I feel so much more able to embrace and feed all my creative "bits" i'll call them. LA...though parts of the city, the people and industry may seem superficial and driven by selfish desires...is truly the world's haven for artists...where words like "energy" and "aura" are spoken of with frankness because here in this city, we recognize the "something" that connects us all to one another and allows us to "feel" one another.
I truly felt that "something" when dancing on Monday in a Hip Hop class taught by the inspirational Leslie Scott...an uber bubbly, friendly, firefly and caring instructor. It was my first class with her and I was blown away. It was she who recommended that Anyone, if they had the chance, should take a class from Gina Starbuck.
So on Wednesday, I took a class from Gina Starbuck. She was substituting MODERN FUSION at The Edge dance studio. I had never taken this class before and as always felt a little scared before entering because of...well you know...and because I have no background in modern dance and a completely juvenile background in technique compared to the majority of the dancers at this studio. Though the class proved difficult, and at times I was frustrated with my lacking qualities, I was able to embrace what I COULD do because Gina, like Leslie, was all about embracing feeling and emotion and to trust that the choreo would come through that. By the end of class, I was feeling really positive and so enjoyed seeing the other wonderful dancers perform as we did the combo we learned in groups.
But at the end of class was when I truly was touched. She told us to pair up with a partner and to be present with them. My partner and I gravitated towards one another and I'd like to think it's because we were both shy and felt some kinship. She was an older woman, probably in her 30s. We didn't talk. She was sweet and meek and we just looked at one another and bobbed naturally to the song Gina played. We had a similar nature. Then Gina told us all to go to the mirror and look at ourselves. The combination of the freeing experience that the dance combo allowed me to have, the partner activity, the song, the lights being dim, and the sheer beauty and thoughtfulness and talent and energy that was in the room caused me to cry.
How cathartic.
When I got home I dribbled something out that could be poetry...could be a song...could be a spoken word bit some day...could be many a thing. I kinda like it.
Looked in the mirror and cried today
Looked at you...a stranger...
and you were me, 20 years later.
Still an old soul
Still meek and humble
sparkly eyed.
How uncomfortable it was to stare
but we fought through.
We must fight through
to feel
to know
to feel you...know you.
You were me, 20 years later.
Reach for the sky
Humble yourself daily
Cry a tear for...
You...are so beautiful.
Cry a tear for the beauty.
So anywho, though I've grown leaps and bounds in my skills and confidence, and continue to participate in dance culture and to be inspired by it, I still have a little protective shell over my body when in a dance studio.
However, since being in LA I feel so much more able to embrace and feed all my creative "bits" i'll call them. LA...though parts of the city, the people and industry may seem superficial and driven by selfish desires...is truly the world's haven for artists...where words like "energy" and "aura" are spoken of with frankness because here in this city, we recognize the "something" that connects us all to one another and allows us to "feel" one another.
I truly felt that "something" when dancing on Monday in a Hip Hop class taught by the inspirational Leslie Scott...an uber bubbly, friendly, firefly and caring instructor. It was my first class with her and I was blown away. It was she who recommended that Anyone, if they had the chance, should take a class from Gina Starbuck.
So on Wednesday, I took a class from Gina Starbuck. She was substituting MODERN FUSION at The Edge dance studio. I had never taken this class before and as always felt a little scared before entering because of...well you know...and because I have no background in modern dance and a completely juvenile background in technique compared to the majority of the dancers at this studio. Though the class proved difficult, and at times I was frustrated with my lacking qualities, I was able to embrace what I COULD do because Gina, like Leslie, was all about embracing feeling and emotion and to trust that the choreo would come through that. By the end of class, I was feeling really positive and so enjoyed seeing the other wonderful dancers perform as we did the combo we learned in groups.
But at the end of class was when I truly was touched. She told us to pair up with a partner and to be present with them. My partner and I gravitated towards one another and I'd like to think it's because we were both shy and felt some kinship. She was an older woman, probably in her 30s. We didn't talk. She was sweet and meek and we just looked at one another and bobbed naturally to the song Gina played. We had a similar nature. Then Gina told us all to go to the mirror and look at ourselves. The combination of the freeing experience that the dance combo allowed me to have, the partner activity, the song, the lights being dim, and the sheer beauty and thoughtfulness and talent and energy that was in the room caused me to cry.
How cathartic.
When I got home I dribbled something out that could be poetry...could be a song...could be a spoken word bit some day...could be many a thing. I kinda like it.
Looked in the mirror and cried today
Looked at you...a stranger...
and you were me, 20 years later.
Still an old soul
Still meek and humble
sparkly eyed.
How uncomfortable it was to stare
but we fought through.
We must fight through
to feel
to know
to feel you...know you.
You were me, 20 years later.
Reach for the sky
Humble yourself daily
Cry a tear for...
You...are so beautiful.
Cry a tear for the beauty.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Daily Aspiration...inspired by a Yogi Tea quote :)
Provide yourself with the
Time and Energy
You need to live out your Dreams.
And...
Honor the time you give yourself
as you honor
a commitment to a Friend.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Random
For a couple days I jotted down a daily theme I'd felt inspired to write about. I doubt I'll write strictly about these lines in the future, but don't doubt that the ideas behind them will infiltrate some later post.
5/15/09 Nipple Flowers, and Grandma Purses: cross generational safe seduction
5/16/09: Death Stares at the Casbah Cafe as I eat an apple I brought from home. Ridiculously unnecessary.
5/15/09 Nipple Flowers, and Grandma Purses: cross generational safe seduction
5/16/09: Death Stares at the Casbah Cafe as I eat an apple I brought from home. Ridiculously unnecessary.
4/25/09 The First Pancake Saturday
So last night I walk in at 2:30am and find that the roommate is still awake and with a neighbor friend chillin in the living room talkin’ philosophy and other ramblings. To find this sort of picture when walking into my home late at night is a comforting thing…LA has changed me already…typically when in Chicago or back at home in the burbs, a part of me would cringe if I found other people up b/c that’d mean that perhaps my going to bedness at that time could/would be threatened, and/or it’d leave me the freedom of not being watched as I raided the cupboards, usually eating a little bit or a lot a bit of everything I owned at the time. In LA, though it’s only been a week as of today, I’ve had no desire to overeat myself to shorttermcontentmentresentment, but have happily been eating good foods, and only when I truly feel like it or when necessary.
Anywho, where I’m going with this whole thing is that it was pleasant to see them both up, so I chit chatted a little with them and then Eric tells me/warns me that Saturday mornings he cooks pancakes for his neighbors.
I go to bed around 3:20 and because I haven’t been sleeping much or well yet here in LA due to sleeping on an air mattress and not being quite at home with the blasting air conditioning quite yet, I decide that I’ll sleep til 11:30, even though pancake Saturday begins around 10:00.
I don’t have many stressful projects going on at present that require me to fully concentrate, desire silence, and not have the presence of people around me, so being woken up by the friendly laughter of my neighbors (some who I haven’t met yet), joking, jovial talk, and the smell of pancakes is so pleasing, even though I’m not out there experiencing it. In fact, I’d be happy either staying in my room for the next hour unpacking or going out there and joining in…I’d be truly happy doing either or…this is also new for me…in Chicago, even though if this sort of thing were to have happened back in lets say Roscoe Village with my dear cousin roommate who also loved to make pancakes and cook for friends, I would have been a clouded mess there and would have been unable to realize that either option would be okay for me and my contentment and sanity so I’d more than likely sit in my room pondering over the either or rather than living in peace at the decision to just stay in my room, or enjoying the moment for what it is if I decided to step outside of my bedroom boundary.
So in short, and in a long-winded, scattered, Jenna way, what I’m trying to say here is that, my roommate rocks, I’m not clouded by stress yet (and hopefully won’t ever be clouded by it), and I love the sense of dorky community my neighbors have goin’ on here. Time to get up, put on a bra, brush my teeth and join in :)
Anywho, where I’m going with this whole thing is that it was pleasant to see them both up, so I chit chatted a little with them and then Eric tells me/warns me that Saturday mornings he cooks pancakes for his neighbors.
I go to bed around 3:20 and because I haven’t been sleeping much or well yet here in LA due to sleeping on an air mattress and not being quite at home with the blasting air conditioning quite yet, I decide that I’ll sleep til 11:30, even though pancake Saturday begins around 10:00.
I don’t have many stressful projects going on at present that require me to fully concentrate, desire silence, and not have the presence of people around me, so being woken up by the friendly laughter of my neighbors (some who I haven’t met yet), joking, jovial talk, and the smell of pancakes is so pleasing, even though I’m not out there experiencing it. In fact, I’d be happy either staying in my room for the next hour unpacking or going out there and joining in…I’d be truly happy doing either or…this is also new for me…in Chicago, even though if this sort of thing were to have happened back in lets say Roscoe Village with my dear cousin roommate who also loved to make pancakes and cook for friends, I would have been a clouded mess there and would have been unable to realize that either option would be okay for me and my contentment and sanity so I’d more than likely sit in my room pondering over the either or rather than living in peace at the decision to just stay in my room, or enjoying the moment for what it is if I decided to step outside of my bedroom boundary.
So in short, and in a long-winded, scattered, Jenna way, what I’m trying to say here is that, my roommate rocks, I’m not clouded by stress yet (and hopefully won’t ever be clouded by it), and I love the sense of dorky community my neighbors have goin’ on here. Time to get up, put on a bra, brush my teeth and join in :)
4/21/09 Getting to know my Silver Lake neighborhood...
Destination...Intellegentsia: Notes and observations.
A couple blocks away from me is what is called Sunset Junction (where Santa Monica and Sunset Blvd meet). This is one of the downtown strips in Silver Lake...my neighborhood :) On the south side of the street at this junction, there is a vintage clothes shop, and just a quirky clothes shop that I didn’t pop into, but might be connected. The owner ( I assume) of the vintage shop is a Hispanic, flamboyant, excited, flattering, salesmen. The store opens at noon and I believe is closed on Mondays. Great vintage sunglasses, parasols, and an awesome assortment of vintage dresses/shirts/blouses ranging from 25-75 as a general estimate.
Next door to that (heading east on sunset), is a Green store, called Kelly Green (?) which does environmentally friendly interior decorating, and has an assortment of in home type products…will look more at that soon.
My mission was to make it to Intellegentsia Coffee today, so I had to pass over a cool Silver Lake cheese store in order to at least get a good 50 minutes in at the coffee shop. I meant to get here much earlier but I had a hard time sleeping last night b/c my air mattress was/is not agreeing with me, and then refused to get out of bed until I’d been under its covers for at least 6.5 hours even though I was awakened by the sun at 7am. The sun pierces my eyelids around 7am everyday because my window does not currently have curtain or blinds that keep out the light. I will have to change my sleeping pattern so that I go to bed earlier so I can happily wake up with the sun….or buy blackout curtains.
But Intellegentsia…serves coffee, handmade by the cup, and I totally didn’t tip the barista today. I feel shabby about that, I should know better than this, but the cup of coffee was more than a venti star bucks latte, and the barista gave me a sort of snuff when I didn‘t write a tip on my credit card receipt.. At that point I could have gone either way…I could have dropped a dollar bill in the tip jar or walked away, and I walked away because the dude was prick-ish and out of principle, I don‘t respond to bullying tactics. I will hit them up next time though, regardless. Intellegentsia is dog friendly so the covered patio is the dog/dog owner hangout. I’ve noticed that this neighborhood and LA in general is full of well behaved dogs. They are well behaved most likely because they get enough outdoor time because the climate is great and because many owners don’t have typical 9-5 jobs and can walk them at all times of the day. In this town you see a movie on a Tuesday afternoon, or go to Intellegentsia to meet with your hipster friends, write poetry, study, sketch, type on your mini laptop, and wear statement clothes.
Just took a sip of the coffee. The Coffee is great. Great. Worth the 4 dollars???? Yes????? Should I have tipped? We shall see how well these prices agree with me once I start working at the Cheese again and am able to better gage how much money I actually have to be playing around with each week. I didn’t get a scone today because of the coffee price, but they look amazing, and are from a local bakery called Delila’s, which I’ll have to check out at some soon time.
There is hardly any indoor seating. I like that. Even though it’s 99 degrees today, the covered patio was a fine place to sit with a hot cup of coffee (I will only drink cold coffee if it reaches over 106 I think).
Just on this bitty bit of block I’ve covered today, I’ve seen so many statements of fashion. Because I have no eye for what clothing products are of high value or not I cannot tell if culture here promotes a BoHo look but of designer quality or if designer quality duds are in fact poo pooed. However, because I never really resonated with the Express or Gap or Abercrombie type look of the Midwest, I feel like this will be a fun environment for me to just explore with what I own in my closet…mix and match like I used to do back in high school when, due to not desiring to spend the money on those pricey clothing types all the kids were wearing in Mundelein……………..and I just stood up to look at some dogs playing together and realized that my legs ARE sweaty…damn….it’s ok, I’m wearing a flowy green dress I picked up at a used clothing store (can you picture it…it’s so sceney…haha, with a gold belt…and I’m wearing my bathing suit underneath) because all my clothes minus a few pieces are being sent to me in boxes that should reach me by Wednesday. Wait where was I, okay, I promise I’ll be more insightful about life and my discoveries later, but right now I just want to comment on how people look:
We got a white/blond haired mid 30s lady with dreads in a blue tank, skinny jeans with boxers sticking out and turquoise plastic sunglasses, sitting with two friends…a black died hair skinny chick with a flowy black tank and flowy black pants with a turquoise bathing suit top underneath it, smoking a cigarette, and a scraggly haired younger skinny white man with a feathered cap, plaid button up, and long jean shorts.
Next to me is a very Midwestern looking guy in his 50s, with a stripe short sleeve older looking polo, jeans, and a friendly face.
In front of me are two sets of middle aged-ish men doing business. The first set is in business attire (but vibrant attire…a purple shirt and tie for one, and a sky blue striped for the other). The other set is in t-shirts, shades, distressed jeans…talking “Industry” business.
Then there’s all these people walking in and out. A lot of handsome men in skinny jeans, shades, and t-shirts, and women ranging from beachy/teeny looks of shorts posh shades and tshirts that probably cost a bijillion per outfit TO bandanna, skirt wearing, Grecian sandaled airy chicks. There’s a lot of airiness in this neighborhood…lightly bounding people with relaxed gazes and slower paces. People are not heavy here. I don’t think this is a neighborhood of quick business types. These is not so much one fashion here, and because I don’t think I have a clear concept of what “hipster” is I’m not going to classify this neighborhood thus far as such…I can say though that this is a place overall of independent, aloof, light bounding, slow paced, subdued people. I like this neighborhood. I love it in fact, even though I know it very little so far. I wouldn’t call myself earth bound, so I fit in in that respect, but I do think I’m a bit more chipmunky than most others I see here…a bit more sprightly…bright, sunny, and quirkier?? Could that be, that I’m quirkier here because of how I feel I stick out a bit? I mean I’m making faces at my computer as I type, and I feel like faces here are more relaxed than mine. I wonder how a neighborhood might have the potential to change me…I find myself to be a chameleon in many respects…where I am true to my core or feel off if I’m not at any moment, but I come across differently pending on who I’m with and what scene I’m a part of.
On the flip side of all I describe right now, my apartment complex people (from those I’ve met so far), are a lot more clunky and dorky than those I’ve people watched here. And holy smokes that skinny, plaid wearing “man” I was commenting on before is a lady. Jealous. From profile she looked more manly and from the front is womanly. I would love to play more androgynous roles and am mentally taking note of this woman right now as a source of inspiration for future photos I’ll get, where I’d like one look to display that I can play both girly women and androgynous women. Projects projects J
But anyhow, yes, my apartment complex is like a friendly dorm, according to one neighbor, Dave, who’s according to Eric, my roommie, the complex gossip. I can’t wait to get to know my neighbors better, and to have the experience of living in a laid back dorky, friendly, complex, in a potentially trendy and loner-ey neighborhood.
Gotta get back to the apartment…carpet cleaner is waiting outside for me as I type.
Love it love it!!!!
A couple blocks away from me is what is called Sunset Junction (where Santa Monica and Sunset Blvd meet). This is one of the downtown strips in Silver Lake...my neighborhood :) On the south side of the street at this junction, there is a vintage clothes shop, and just a quirky clothes shop that I didn’t pop into, but might be connected. The owner ( I assume) of the vintage shop is a Hispanic, flamboyant, excited, flattering, salesmen. The store opens at noon and I believe is closed on Mondays. Great vintage sunglasses, parasols, and an awesome assortment of vintage dresses/shirts/blouses ranging from 25-75 as a general estimate.
Next door to that (heading east on sunset), is a Green store, called Kelly Green (?) which does environmentally friendly interior decorating, and has an assortment of in home type products…will look more at that soon.
My mission was to make it to Intellegentsia Coffee today, so I had to pass over a cool Silver Lake cheese store in order to at least get a good 50 minutes in at the coffee shop. I meant to get here much earlier but I had a hard time sleeping last night b/c my air mattress was/is not agreeing with me, and then refused to get out of bed until I’d been under its covers for at least 6.5 hours even though I was awakened by the sun at 7am. The sun pierces my eyelids around 7am everyday because my window does not currently have curtain or blinds that keep out the light. I will have to change my sleeping pattern so that I go to bed earlier so I can happily wake up with the sun….or buy blackout curtains.
But Intellegentsia…serves coffee, handmade by the cup, and I totally didn’t tip the barista today. I feel shabby about that, I should know better than this, but the cup of coffee was more than a venti star bucks latte, and the barista gave me a sort of snuff when I didn‘t write a tip on my credit card receipt.. At that point I could have gone either way…I could have dropped a dollar bill in the tip jar or walked away, and I walked away because the dude was prick-ish and out of principle, I don‘t respond to bullying tactics. I will hit them up next time though, regardless. Intellegentsia is dog friendly so the covered patio is the dog/dog owner hangout. I’ve noticed that this neighborhood and LA in general is full of well behaved dogs. They are well behaved most likely because they get enough outdoor time because the climate is great and because many owners don’t have typical 9-5 jobs and can walk them at all times of the day. In this town you see a movie on a Tuesday afternoon, or go to Intellegentsia to meet with your hipster friends, write poetry, study, sketch, type on your mini laptop, and wear statement clothes.
Just took a sip of the coffee. The Coffee is great. Great. Worth the 4 dollars???? Yes????? Should I have tipped? We shall see how well these prices agree with me once I start working at the Cheese again and am able to better gage how much money I actually have to be playing around with each week. I didn’t get a scone today because of the coffee price, but they look amazing, and are from a local bakery called Delila’s, which I’ll have to check out at some soon time.
There is hardly any indoor seating. I like that. Even though it’s 99 degrees today, the covered patio was a fine place to sit with a hot cup of coffee (I will only drink cold coffee if it reaches over 106 I think).
Just on this bitty bit of block I’ve covered today, I’ve seen so many statements of fashion. Because I have no eye for what clothing products are of high value or not I cannot tell if culture here promotes a BoHo look but of designer quality or if designer quality duds are in fact poo pooed. However, because I never really resonated with the Express or Gap or Abercrombie type look of the Midwest, I feel like this will be a fun environment for me to just explore with what I own in my closet…mix and match like I used to do back in high school when, due to not desiring to spend the money on those pricey clothing types all the kids were wearing in Mundelein……………..and I just stood up to look at some dogs playing together and realized that my legs ARE sweaty…damn….it’s ok, I’m wearing a flowy green dress I picked up at a used clothing store (can you picture it…it’s so sceney…haha, with a gold belt…and I’m wearing my bathing suit underneath) because all my clothes minus a few pieces are being sent to me in boxes that should reach me by Wednesday. Wait where was I, okay, I promise I’ll be more insightful about life and my discoveries later, but right now I just want to comment on how people look:
We got a white/blond haired mid 30s lady with dreads in a blue tank, skinny jeans with boxers sticking out and turquoise plastic sunglasses, sitting with two friends…a black died hair skinny chick with a flowy black tank and flowy black pants with a turquoise bathing suit top underneath it, smoking a cigarette, and a scraggly haired younger skinny white man with a feathered cap, plaid button up, and long jean shorts.
Next to me is a very Midwestern looking guy in his 50s, with a stripe short sleeve older looking polo, jeans, and a friendly face.
In front of me are two sets of middle aged-ish men doing business. The first set is in business attire (but vibrant attire…a purple shirt and tie for one, and a sky blue striped for the other). The other set is in t-shirts, shades, distressed jeans…talking “Industry” business.
Then there’s all these people walking in and out. A lot of handsome men in skinny jeans, shades, and t-shirts, and women ranging from beachy/teeny looks of shorts posh shades and tshirts that probably cost a bijillion per outfit TO bandanna, skirt wearing, Grecian sandaled airy chicks. There’s a lot of airiness in this neighborhood…lightly bounding people with relaxed gazes and slower paces. People are not heavy here. I don’t think this is a neighborhood of quick business types. These is not so much one fashion here, and because I don’t think I have a clear concept of what “hipster” is I’m not going to classify this neighborhood thus far as such…I can say though that this is a place overall of independent, aloof, light bounding, slow paced, subdued people. I like this neighborhood. I love it in fact, even though I know it very little so far. I wouldn’t call myself earth bound, so I fit in in that respect, but I do think I’m a bit more chipmunky than most others I see here…a bit more sprightly…bright, sunny, and quirkier?? Could that be, that I’m quirkier here because of how I feel I stick out a bit? I mean I’m making faces at my computer as I type, and I feel like faces here are more relaxed than mine. I wonder how a neighborhood might have the potential to change me…I find myself to be a chameleon in many respects…where I am true to my core or feel off if I’m not at any moment, but I come across differently pending on who I’m with and what scene I’m a part of.
On the flip side of all I describe right now, my apartment complex people (from those I’ve met so far), are a lot more clunky and dorky than those I’ve people watched here. And holy smokes that skinny, plaid wearing “man” I was commenting on before is a lady. Jealous. From profile she looked more manly and from the front is womanly. I would love to play more androgynous roles and am mentally taking note of this woman right now as a source of inspiration for future photos I’ll get, where I’d like one look to display that I can play both girly women and androgynous women. Projects projects J
But anyhow, yes, my apartment complex is like a friendly dorm, according to one neighbor, Dave, who’s according to Eric, my roommie, the complex gossip. I can’t wait to get to know my neighbors better, and to have the experience of living in a laid back dorky, friendly, complex, in a potentially trendy and loner-ey neighborhood.
Gotta get back to the apartment…carpet cleaner is waiting outside for me as I type.
Love it love it!!!!
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