DST sucks

9 March 2008 | Comments Off

I hate Daylight Savings Time with a savage passion. Hate hate hate hate hate it. It is deeply stupid, hard on my body and my psyche, and not even fuel efficient, people! Stop messing with my time!

Grump.

Edited to add: I just read this post which ends with this:

I just realized it’s time to turn the clocks ahead. Thank God — I actually thought I blacked out for an hour. — Erik Davis, with whom I sympathize completely.

You see? DST is baaaaad…..

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What’s your story?

7 March 2008 | 2 Comments

Have you heard of six-word memoirs? They’re in full swing over at SMITH Magazine (which is, by the way, a pretty cool site in general — wow, the human impulse to tell stories…). You can find out more in this New Yorker article, a brilliant marriage of information and demonstration.

I keep trying to come up with my own six-word memoir, but… can’t tell me in six words.

However, today I stumbled across this, and thought, But here I am in 20…

“I am always doing that which I can not do,
in order that I may learn how to do it.” — Pablo Picasso

What’s your story? (And if it’s six words, go tell it to SMITH too!)

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Literary lions and me

2 March 2008 | Comments Off

I’m a last-minute addition to the King County Library System Foundation’s Literary Lions event on Saturday, March 8. Nicola is also appearing, as are many notable authors from the Seattle/King County area. I’m delighted to be included in such august company, and shall do my best to be lion-like.

If you are in the area and have a bunch o’ money to drop on a worthy cause, please do join us. My mom was a librarian when I was a kid, and libraries and the wonderful books in them — free books! — have saved my sanity more times than I can count.

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My new job!

2 March 2008 | 25 Comments

I am a go-go dancer in a lesbian nightclub.

Seriously.

A 47-year-old go-go dancer in a lesbian nightclub. The dances are for women over 35, so I don’t look like someone’s granny who wandered onstage by mistake and started shaking it at the young people. Although we did have a grandmother on stage last night, and she was hot.

Last night was my audition. I danced my ass off for two half-hour sets, with a clothing change between. Afterwards, the owner told me, “I like the way you dance! You’re not a… classically good dancer, but wow, you have so much fun up there. It’s great.” And so I was hired.

I’m not sure if this makes me the Bold New Wave of club dancing, or the Novelty Act. I guess either is fine, as long as the crowd enjoys it. They were certainly watching, with what I interpreted as a mix of amusement and approval. From the stage, I can see the entire crowd; I can chart the conversations and read the body language when they watch me for a measure and then lean in to talk to each other. Oh my god, she’s wild up there! is followed either by the raised eyebrow of Seems a little extreme or the grin of How cool is that?

And that’s fine. I don’t need to be the sexiest thing on stage. I want to be the one who makes you want to dance a little harder, loosen up a little more. I want to show you the joy of giving your body to music without regard for how it looks. Because you know what? I am having fun up there. And you, on the left side of the floor, I saw you busting some of my moves. Looked great on you. You go, girl.

Certainly, I had to go for it. I decided I would rather have the story to tell of how I tried out to be a dancer and didn’t make it, than the story of how I almost… And here we come right back around to the possibilities conversation.

Oh, and I have a stage name! You can call me Lucky. I get paid, I get tips (well, we’ll see — none of us made decent tips last night, what’s up with Seattle women? Put some money in the jar, people! Baby needs shoes.)

Kelley Eskridge: Executive. Novelist. Screenwriter. Go-go girl. I think it has a certain ring, don’t you?

If you are a woman, come see me dance. (All women and trans people are welcome. Go check out the FAQ.) I’ll dance one show a month, and will post my schedule when I get it.

Sorry, guys. Or maybe not — I love to dance for/with men, but I wouldn’t get two steps onto your stage before being told to make room for the 20-somethings. It’s your loss. I like men enormously, but I think many of y’all have some wacky ideas about what’s hot.

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