Interesting question.
I graduated with a BS in psychology (ironic on more than one level) in 2008. Throughout my short career, I have worked with a good handfull of autistic children and their families. Since 1997 I have been training in the korean martial art, Tang Soo Do, and have been instructing for the past few years. Whether my background dictates my attitude or vice versa, I find myself greatly intrigued with how people act and engage each other in their lives. Human behavior is not my specialty (not yet, anyway). But I sometimes view it likea big swimming pool of chocolate pudding. It's enticing as hell and delicious to sample...
but you wouldn't want to get in too deep.


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Aurore’s dance twisted in my mind my perception of ‘dance.’ The slow and melodious music was amplified in her moves. Then I found out it was all improvised…it had all just come together on the spot.
As her dance ended, Aurore just stood underneath the (pear?) tree, the two blocks of ice slowing melting over her face. As she stood placid, her eyes seemed to burn a hole into the back of my head and I could almost hear her whisper “Do you see now?”
The stone that Phinias was carving was too massive to move in front of the audience, so we went over to it. It seemed to be clawing its way out of the stone, a slow moving dense juggernaut that Phinias, in his lighthearted and joking manner was freeing from its unremarkable confines.
The way in which Delphine and Aurore brought their two distinct talents together over one common medium was truly awing.
Although I had spoken before with Rajni on her projects and performance pieces, seeing her explain it to a new group of people brought a grin to my face as I began to see the wheels turn in their own heads.
The man with the plan, Omari, on time as always, came strolling in just as he was up to bat and laid on the line what it was that he did. He spout the truth; reality as his mind’s eye sees it. He’s got his zone where it all comes together. I don’t really know what he will use his cart for, though.
As I sat and listened intently on the girls’ impressions and beliefs relevant to the burqa I began to get a taste for the mixed opinions and ideologies that can be spawned from such an insignificant piece of clothing. The life of these people stamped out their daily attitude and they were all so vivid and full of contrast from the next that occasionally the air seemed electric and I looked to either side of my chair for my seatbelt that I knew I should be buckling.
The heat of the day seemed palpable and heavy, as if some imminent transformation loomed in the fabric of the air in front of us. Everything about the day was a novel experience.