he tried it.
in Funny Stuff
as asian man, bus, bus stop, chinatown bus, dinosaur, Mac, moment, plant, potted plant, respecter, serenade, song, stop, street, tennis racket, uke, ukelele, white steed, Yep
I’m at the bus stop on 34th Street, sitting on the rim of a potted plant. Really, the rim, cause I’m a respecter of flowers, see, and will never sit on one if I can help it.
“You got a tennis racket on your back?” asks the man sitting on the other side of the potted plant.
“Nope,” I say. “It’s a ukelele!”
“Well, can you play it?” he asks, somewhat skeptically.
“Yep.”
“Let’s hear.”
So I take out my uke and tune it and then I start playing one of my songs. When I get to the verse, I am rapping it and he’s listening intently. Then another man walks over, and I hear him tell the first guy:
“She got flow; she sure got flow.”
And I am very happy that he thinks I have flow, though I pretend like I didn’t hear his assessment and continue with the song.
I finish. They like it and ask for more. So I start into another one, but as I do, the first guy leans in closer.
“You married?” he asks.
“No.”
“You got yourself a boyfriend?”
I do now, I think, right before I answer affirmatively.
“Well, you kinda cute…” he says.
And I am annoyed. Both by the fact that he’s trying to turn the mac on and by the fact that I am only kinda cute. I am annoyed and also ridiculous.
“And that don’t mean we can’t sit close,” he continues, sidling over to my side of the potted plant.
Suddenly my serenade is starting to feel very uncomfortable.
“And it don’t mean I can’t put my arm around you,” he says, draping his arm around my shoulders.
And I don’t think I’ve ever been quite so happy to see that great big dinosaur of a Chinatown bus barreling down 34th street as I was in that moment. It was like Jesus, riding through the clouds on that white steed we always hear about. Only, it was an Asian man. Driving through the city in a stinky white bus. White steed, white bus–see? Not all that different.
“Here’s my bus!” I say quickly, jumping up and shaking his arm off my shoulders.
He yells me his name as I dart towards the bus, “So you can look me up on facebook,” he says. I don’t remember his first name but his last name is Snakes. “But with a ‘z’ he tells me,”–so I guess it’s more like Snakez.
Not that it matters.
Because, believe it or not, I will not be looking him up on facebook.
life is art.
in Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as body, car, computer, Dang, face, jokes, Mac, macbook, mouse, nobody, passive voice, pop, truth, video clip, Voice
I am typing this from my pop’s computer. It’s not a mac. That’s okay, but it feels weird.
What happened to your computer, Jessica?
Thank you for asking. Well, it seems to have a problem with the mouse. As in, it clicks on nothing. As in, it no longer does anything. At all. My skinny little macbook air is sick and it looks like its days are numbered.
But tonight my piece was performed (oh, passive voice, you make me cringe) and I have to say, I was proud. It’s funny, I was watching so intently; I mean, it was like work. My whole body was tense and I am sure my face looked a little crazy. Thankfully, nobody was looking at my face. I have a video clip of the piece I will post on here. Just as soon as I find the dang cord that lets me do things like that. It seems I have lost it. I cannot imagine how I have done that. Anyone who knows me knows that my room is always perfectly in order. As is my car. As is my life. As is every last one of the electronics that I totally know how to use.
Jokes are hilarious.
People who have seen my piece have asked me: But what does the end mean?! Are they together? Are they not?
I wish I had an answer for them, but the truth is, I really don’t even know. I usually ask them what they thought it meant. And then, sure, that’s what it means. I have come to realize that I probably have more questions than answers. I think the same thing compels me to both ask my questions and make art.
Anyway.
It was a good night; I love dance.
I feel a lot of things, but grateful is up there tonight.
still grateful. yes.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as computer, corner, download, lifetime, Mac, nice thing, peace and joy, screen, texts, trash
My computer kept telling me that it didn’t have room for much of anything else, whenever I tried to download something or even save what I was writing. So I looked for things that I could delete, just like my little mac suggested. And I came upon some big file that simply said: drew. Perfect, [...]
good/bad news.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as bad news, cheese, free massage, I, Jessica, Mac, massage, massage therapist, news, photo box, seat, word archives
The good news is that I discovered an abs class at my gym that makes my abs wonder what it is they ever did to me anyway. The bad news is that it now hurts to laugh. The good news is that the instructor is also a massage therapist, and even told me that she’d [...]
computers and kill bill cuisine
in Funny Stuff, Performance, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as bath, Bill, chorus line, computer, drew, everything, first mistake, food, God, Japan, kill bill, Mac, mac book, mistake, night, preca, President W, smooth operator, t drain, theater/tour
Drew and I have a new rule that involves computers and bathing. You see, the other day I made a few mistakes. Okay, well I probably make a few mistakes everyday but this one involved my beloved Mac. I wanted to take a bath because I do this thing called A Chorus Line eight times [...]
