Superheroes

When I was seven, I wanted to be a superhero.

By the time I was 14, I had moved on to Broadway Star or Professional Nerd, but I still created stories of myself as a superhero as I walked home from school. The stories shifted, but in the end I always saved the day through some daring strategery. These narratives were never particularly violent – even though I was a superhero, I wasn’t so delusional to think that somehow I would suddenly become buff or know crazy fighting skills. Instead, I had geometry and physics as my weapons of mass destruction. In my head I created complex Rube Goldberg-like scenarios using streetlights, fire hydrants, overhead wires and passing cars.

And now I’m 33 and what I really want to be is a stay-at-home dad.

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Yesterday was my first official rehearsal during my residency at CounterPULSE. I spent half of it chatting with Andrew about some thoughts on the seating, and the rest of the time was spent with my headphones on as I just bounced around the space and felt things out  I just didn’t want to try to work on any particular aspect of the piece – and it felt good to just move.

Today is filled with logistics. Finalizing some scheduling, figuring out concepts for the photo shoot, laying out some of the sections, working on text, thinking about if video feels relevant and necessary, or just excess, listening to music, thinking about costumes and spectacle, worrying about resources, looking at different types of paper for the booklets, accepting, moving on.