Rosh Hashanah on the Terrace

(Why am I naming days?) (And what does it mean to “Help build the honeycomb?). 

9/4/13, Day 13, 637: Rosh Hashanah on the Terrace

This day is so named for the wonderful Rosh Hashanah dinner we had with friends last night, which included a generous amount of time on the terrace. Flux also got some very good news last night, which we’ll be sharing in the near future. I wrote four pages of the new play Lightning Walks, and am really enjoying it thus far–here’s another sample:

JACK

Look, I’m a man.  I know that’s not a popular thing to be these days, everybody’s pissed off at men, but that’s just what I am, what I’ve always been. I remember my Daddy under the hood, and me no more than three, I’m right there with him, hands in the grease, pulling on shit, seeing how things work, him going on about, “be safe, Jack,” but I was never safe, you understand me? That’s part of this, that’s part of what I mean by I am a man. A man is not safe, though he can make you safe…

I thought this play was going to be all monologues, but then all of a sudden after Jack’s monologue, a scene suddenly appeared. If I can average at least four pages a day, I’ll definitely hit my Play a Month Club goal!

What small things did I do yesterday to build the Honeycomb?

• I asked the Indian Parliament to pass the Child and Adolescent Labour Abolition Bill.
• I ate vegetarian, including veggies from our local, organic CSA, and composted, creating no additional direct food waste from plastic bags, plastic bottles, or any other wasteful packaging.
• I shared this awesome photograph from the Willing Participant #TrayvonMartin theatre action in Times Square.

Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…

Writing: 12 out of the last 15 days
Yoga: 8 out of the last 15 days
Spanish: 13 out of the last 15 days