The Visible Woman...April 4, 2003

premiere

It is crowded at the club. I am reading The Context of No Context by George W.S. Trow. Have to sit and wait for machines. Lower body exercise with some bicep and tricep. 45 minutes (divided between before and after the weights) on the bike.

After the workout, I shower and then go to Cooper's Meat Market and order apps for my meeting Monday. Then I go to Grapevine Market and pick up smoked trout, wasabi cream cheese, something from Spain which they say is not caviar but like caviar. I also buy Sauterne for the dinner we have coming up for the Ballet Austin Management committee.

For lunch I had cereal. I shopped at HEB for tuna, chips, chesse, salad stuff, lemons, onions and hair gel.

Fixed snacks for before ballet. The smoked trout, crackers, bagel chips, caviar (not) with lemon wedges and finely chopped onions, some other gourmet cheese I found in the frig from Central Market.

We get to Bass early for the ballet. Because we want to find a place to park. The Texas Relays are going on at the stadium. I read a copy of The New Yorker from February with an article about Martha Stewart and another about the AIDS epidemic in Africa and drink a coke while FFP wanders around talking to people. Then I wander around with him talking to people.

Touch is a premiere. There are three acts. In the first, there is music by Phillip Hamilton. In the second, classical music. In the third, music by Glover Gill, performed live by the Tosca Tango Orchestra. There are multimedia backdrops. I really enjoy it. It's great to see people developing new work and new music.

Faux pas...I make many. Not remembering people I should know. Thinking I know them when really it's the step mom not the mom. Feeling hot and sweaty and out of sorts. Spilling something.

We go to the party after the ballet. It is in the building they have just bought to renovate. It is too warm. The food is good. (The same caterer who did the party last week.) I have a couple of glasses of wine. I don't spill anything. I go outside to get cool.

"On several occasions I have actually read parts of my diary aloud to someone. But too much 'publicity' is destructive to a diary, because the diarist begins, unconsciously perhaps, to leave out, to tone down, to pep up, to falsify experience, and the reason for the undertaking becomes buried beneath posings."

Gail Godwin, A Diarist on Diarists

JUST TYPING
You'd think at 54.
I'd have learned from many a mistake.
But many are in store.
Just waiting for me to make.

			premiere It is crowded at the club. I am reading The Context of No Context by George W.S. Trow. Have to sit and wait for machines. Lower body exercise with some bicep and tricep. 45 minutes (divided between before and after the weights) on the bike. After the workout, I shower and then go to Cooper's Meat Market and order apps for my meeting Monday. Then I go to Grapevine Market and pick up smoked trout, wasabi cream cheese, something from Spain which they say is not caviar but like caviar. I also buy Sauterne for the dinner we have coming up for the Ballet Austin Management committee. For lunch I had cereal. I shopped at HEB for tuna, chips, chesse, salad stuff, lemons, onions and hair gel. Fixed snacks for before ballet. The smoked trout, crackers, bagel chips, caviar (not) with lemon wedges and finely chopped onions, some other gourmet cheese I found in the frig from Central Market. We get to Bass early for the ballet. Because we want to find a place to park. The Texas Relays are going on at the stadium. I read a copy of The New Yorker from February with an article about Martha Stewart and another about the AIDS epidemic in Africa and drink a coke while FFP wanders around talking to people. Then I wander around with him talking to people. Touch is a premiere. There are three acts. In the first, there is music by Phillip Hamilton. In the second, classical music. In the third, music by Glover Gill, performed live by the Tosca Tango Orchestra. There are multimedia backdrops. I really enjoy it. It's great to see people developing new work and new music. Faux pas...I make many. Not remembering people I should know. Thinking I know them when really it's the step mom not the mom. Feeling hot and sweaty and out of sorts. Spilling something. We go to the party after the ballet. It is in the building they have just bought to renovate. It is too warm. The food is good. (The same caterer who did the party last week.) I have a couple of glasses of wine. I don't spill anything. I go outside to get cool.

	"On several occasions I have actually read parts of my diary aloud to someone. But too much 'publicity' is destructive to a diary, because the diarist begins, unconsciously perhaps, to leave out, to tone down, to pep up, to falsify experience, and the reason for the undertaking becomes buried beneath posings." Gail Godwin, A Diarist on Diarists
	JUST TYPING You'd think at 54. I'd have learned from many a mistake. But many are in store. Just waiting for me to make.

Friday, April 4,2003