a life offline

ok, after months of blogging regularly, of engaging daily on twitter, basically, extensively social networking, meeting cool new people, it’s really strange to find myself with almost no time for an online life right now.
life is so incredibly hectic as i prepare to leave for l.a. and as i’m trying to set up my new clothing line as well as recuperate from surgery. i find myself going more and more onto facebook, but only because i’m trying to make burning man plans (cos the majority of my burner friends hang out there on the book of the faces).
for the rest i run from the label place to the various fabric wholesalers, to the cmt making up samples and lines, i spend ages infront of my computer dealing with the images, planning things one way, then having to completely give up on that plan and try things a different way. all while designing crazy costumes for the playa and burning man.

my equally insane, multi-talented friend verity is also making the trek to black rock city and we’ve spent hours in my freezing improvised outside studio, co-designing and making matching zebra outfits – with manes and tails – to take with us. hopefully she won’t mind me posting this pic of her in the outfit, mid-design. i’ve made an alternate top out of the zebra fabric so we have a choice and the fur boot covers got a re-design. i finally had to drag out the vacuum and clean up the tons of left over fur which was driving me crazy.

african zebra for burning man

african zebra for burning man

now i have to jump in my car and take my handsome, wonderful dog, chai to the spca (the booysens branch, which is where  i was lucky enough to get him). we discovered yesterday that he’s lost a front tooth and the rest of his teeth which were also worn, are even more so. even though he’s very healthy, he’s never quite got rid of the sneeze he arrived with, so, here i go, making the trek across town as soon as i post this.

dizzy. dizzy bizzy!

uhm…what was i just saying?

ok. i admit it. i have a very short attention span. 

i never actually realized this till recently, but maybe it has something to do with being an actress. my career started off on stage and when you’re doing theater, you rehearse something for 4 to 6 weeks, you perform for maybe a month or two and then it’s done. you move on to the next play, the next character, the next costume. your focus shifts.

i’m beginning to realize that that mind-set at some stage (hmn) spilled over into my “real life”. and to veer off on a tangent here, at the last moment last night, a new friend called me up and offered me a ticket to “puppetry of the penis”. yeah, you heard right. the show’s been travelling the world for the last “dickade” and i’d thought about going to see it, but probably wouldn’t have got there otherwise. parts of it (snicker) are incredibly funny. my friend wound up not going, so i sat next to someone who’s a 5th year med student. she wanted to know what i do in “real life” (see, there was a point to the tangent) when i’m not watching men playing with their dicks. to which my response was, that in my “real life”, i get to play pretend – seeing that my day-job entails me pretending to be what she’s studying to become. funny. 

anyway to get back to the (original) point. i realize that i immerse myself in things and then i move on to the next thing (do i do the same with people? hmn?). i became a songwriter when i wasn’t getting any acting work. now that i’m acting full-time, i haven’t written a song in almost a year. last year i was intensely into spinning. this year i took up running. at one stage i made jewellery. for a while i sculpted. (though admittedly, i have been passionately into hula-hooping and fire-dancing for at least the last 7 years).

now, at the moment, i am entirely focussed on sewing and designing clothes. every spare moment is spent surrounded by fabric and thread and my serger hums along like a manic-depressive off her meds. in fact, right now, i’m sitting with the makings of a tutu lying at my feet, just waiting for me to finish at this keyboard.

which is why i haven’t been blogging. i thought that maybe i had nothing to say, but as we can see, once i get started…

though till i started this particular post, i was feeling like this poem again…

 

lately i feel…   4.28.00

 

 

lately i feel incredibly dumb

like my tongue’s been nailed to a board

like my brain’s been robbed

of some of the best knowledge

once stored there

 

words which use to roll

around my mouth at will

now will not come

lie lost as worlds beneath stilled waters

and will not come

even when sought

 

no matter how i prodding poke

my prying oar

still the glassy surface steely holds

and will not reveal nor

yield

it’s hoard