Happy Wednesday, Dan & Stevedores, happy Wednesday.
I think the kids are calling it “Hump Day,” but I don’t remember the last time I got humped on Wednesday.
Get ready to hump… down on Hump Street.
So, suddenly I’m teaching a juggling class for the College of Montessori Teachers Education which is cool, but, I don’t think I have enough beanbags, so, I’ve spent today filling racquetballs with rice and thinking about cooperative juggling exercises.
While I’m back in classes, I’m also thinking about trying to make a living as a calligrapher, letterer, graphic designer, juggler once I’ve got the degree.
I want to keep making comics too and I feel kind of unfulfilled in my current work and I can’t deny the bohemian appeal of juggling on street corners and subways by day and doing all this creative stuff with the rest of my time.
I could wake up at 6, go to the city, juggle until 9, relax and write for 2 hours, go back to juggling until 2, break for more creativity until 4, and juggle until 6.
Man… why is this appealing to me?