Tuesday, September 14, 2004
sweet-potato doughnut.
it's a fine day.
i had an audition this morning--just the regular cattle call, but for a smallish theatre that gave signs of using the auditions to cast, for real, rather than holding the auditions simply because they're required. and it's a good play, and the part is exactly the right kind of thing. the guy in line ahead of me turned to me before he went in, adopted some false camraderie and said, "we can take it easy, right, sister? no one's casting from this pool!" i gave him my best deadpan anthony hopkins, and said: sir, you have no idea how talented i am.
it went well. well enough that i dropped by the cafe for a sweet-potato doughnut afterwards.
later, when i paused by the fruit cart on 33rd and eighth to dig out a quarter and buy myself a banana, a homeless guy came up next to me. he called me miss and asked if i'd buy him a banana. i'm often uncomfortable with how dismissive i am towards people who ask for money on the street--it's a survival tactic and you gotta have limits and whatever, but still--but i didn't skip a beat before telling him to pick out the one he wanted as i handed the fruit man four bits. if he'd asked me for a quarter, i'd have probably snarled, but i can't stand the idea of anyone hungry and sitting in front of a fruit cart, wanting a banana and not getting to have one.
i had an audition this morning--just the regular cattle call, but for a smallish theatre that gave signs of using the auditions to cast, for real, rather than holding the auditions simply because they're required. and it's a good play, and the part is exactly the right kind of thing. the guy in line ahead of me turned to me before he went in, adopted some false camraderie and said, "we can take it easy, right, sister? no one's casting from this pool!" i gave him my best deadpan anthony hopkins, and said: sir, you have no idea how talented i am.
it went well. well enough that i dropped by the cafe for a sweet-potato doughnut afterwards.
later, when i paused by the fruit cart on 33rd and eighth to dig out a quarter and buy myself a banana, a homeless guy came up next to me. he called me miss and asked if i'd buy him a banana. i'm often uncomfortable with how dismissive i am towards people who ask for money on the street--it's a survival tactic and you gotta have limits and whatever, but still--but i didn't skip a beat before telling him to pick out the one he wanted as i handed the fruit man four bits. if he'd asked me for a quarter, i'd have probably snarled, but i can't stand the idea of anyone hungry and sitting in front of a fruit cart, wanting a banana and not getting to have one.
