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December 18, 2004
Better Now
Had a really, really good meeting with two of my committee members yesterday. After receiving a truly snotty note from one of them, I responded with a letter saying, more or less, "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. I thought I did, but your responses, which are becoming more and more harsh, indicate that I don't. Can we please talk about this, because I'm just about ready to give up and stop being an actor."
So we had a meeting, and they were able to explain what they meant, and now that I understand what they meant, I think they're absolutely right. I will be working on those things they discussed. But the fact that I was working on what I thought was the problem and seemed to not be getting anywhere from their point of view should have indicated that I didn't get it, not that I was being stubborn and "unteachable." Because I was trying. By the end of the meeting, I think they realized that too.
Basically, I need to give more room and freedom and support to my inner eight year-old.
Speaking of which:
Okay, okay. I know eight year-olds don't usually get tattoos, but I'm not really eight, so why not use the privileges of age to do the things eight year-olds want to do but can't?
Besides, all the kids are getting them. I was one of nine MFA's who got a tatt on Thursday. Seven of us did this for the first time. (For me, this was also the last, because it hurt. I was finished about five minutes before my artist was.) We all got tattoos that had something to do with our animals. They ranged from footprints to Gaelic and Welsh words for the animals to mine, the only one in Chinese, to a Komodo Dragon skeleton and Curious George.
For those of you who are wondering what mine has to do with tigers, allow me to explain. I tried to find tracks, but most of the stuff I saw on animal footprints was about North American animals, and tigers aren't native to North America. And then I remembered about the Chinese character wang (which is what my tattoo is), which means "king." The Chinese believe that the tiger is the king of beasts because every tiger, despite having its own individual striping, has some form of the wang upon its forehead.
By the way, mine is not on my forehead. It's just below the small of my back. The picture is larger than life-size. My tatt is a bit more than an inch high.
That picture was taken Friday morning. Most of the swelling has gone down and I can feel the scabs now. So far, it hasn't started to itch.
Posted by sally at December 18, 2004 10:17 AM
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