Well, I ran off on Friday early enough to get to the Punk Rock Jukebox and have a good time aggravating Marko during his show, including decorating him and annotating the walls. Mostly I just giggled in the background while he was trying to talk. Then we ran off to the pub to have some lunch and yak. Marko terrified me with an introduction to the amazing phenomenon of the Shake Weight (O_o). Guess it’s a good thing I don’t watch much TV.
I had a lovely dinner with Sue Crowley and her husband in their home which I managed to find despite the Connecticut habit of not putting street signs at corners. When I first moved to the state it was one of the first things to get used to — that and getting directions using landmarks that no longer exist: “Turn right where the old Beaumont farm’s barn was before it burned down…” Ah, New England. A world unto itself.
Then it was off to Elena’s. She and Rod were busy meeting with Desmond Tutu (yes, really!) so I let myself in and greeted the happy puppies. We all went outside and sat on the back porch for a bit until they got home. In the morning I was a visitor at Elena’s cartooning class. She does an amazing job with these young kids.
She has an early class with young kids, but I came for the later class (pre-teens) and I told them the story of “Another Metamorphosis,” my swipe of Kafka plus dinosaurs and with more than a little silliness. Now I should be clear: I am not a storyteller, I am a storywriter. I was a bit nervous about trying to tell the story, but I interpolated parts and cut others and it seemed to go okay. I figured dinosaurs at least would be appealing to the audience.
It seemed to do the trick; boy, they sure worked hard on the drawings! It was cool to see how much they were captivated by the ideas, although each on different aspects. There were a couple who really wanted to focus on the car accident, others who wanted to show the transformation and others who wanted to draw the theme park. All of the illustrations were wildly different.
Elena scanned in all the pictures and I’ve added them to the story and uploaded it to Scribd. I love the internet! Idea to execution in no time. I didn’t so much love inserting the pictures and captions in Word. Can anyone explain why each caption came up in a different format?! Some had boxes around the words, some didn’t — one even had a partial box. WHY?! I don’t know. Very irritating — and that’s exactly the kind of thing that drives me mad. Maybe I should have been a model instead…
I spent the afternoon with the fabulous Queen of Everything plotting and planning, as well as getting a sneak peak at the Jezebel lounge. Then it was back to Elena’s for some more relaxing. A great weekend. I miss all my CT friends and all the peculiarities of the Quiet Corner.