Hallo interwebs! A little Morgan history:
I once tripped over the same spot in the sidewalk three times in a row. And by once, I mean last week. And when I say in a row, I mean I went to get coffee, trip. Came back from coffee, trip. Stopped, walked back to see what I tripped on, trip.
Apparently I am not the most graceful person out there. Everyone seems to have this opinion of me; my friends, my coworkers…even my mother. I was actually forbidden from using knives for a while when I was younger, since I seemed to cut myself so often. I still have scars from some of those incidents. She’d always yell at me for flipping things. Cans of vegetables. Sticks. Frying pans. Crepes. (Although I firmly believe you’re supposed to flip those.) Rocks. My brother. (oh, that’s ‘trip’ not ‘flip’ on that last one, sorry.) She’d yell at me, claiming that it was just a matter of time before I dropped it, and crack! would go one of the ceramic kitchen tiles, and I’d be in TROUBLE! Because, you see, I’m clumsy. She’d say.
I think it’s a vicious lie, however.
No kitchen tiles ever broke to my knowledge. Those were some strong, hefty tiles!
So in order to quell this rising tide of bad publicity, a few years ago I decided to silence my detractors once and for all.
Yep, I was going to teach myself to juggle. Because really, that’s sort of what I was getting at, with all that flipping anyway, right?
And damnit, I did it. I can juggle, three balls, pretty decently, for a few mins at a time, if I’m practicing. Without droppage, much to my dog’s dismay. (She thinks it’s some kind of cruel canine torture.) I even went and bought myself some NICE juggling balls, that come in a fancy box.
And then I tried pins. And those were awesomely fun. And I even juggled with someone else, once, and we actually managed a transfer. Once.
Then I tried rings. Those are kinda hard. Still haven’t gotten those down.
And THEN, because I grew up in the 80’s and watched Labyrinth five BEEELION times, I tried contact juggling. And while I’m not ready to, you know, break it out at parties, I will say my skills are much better than when I first bought my clear acrylic ball. Which is now scratched up beyond belief.
So now I think of myself as a juggler. I’m really bad compared to Cirque du Soleil. But next to my dog, I’m a wizard. I realize that’s a pretty wide range there, but suffice that I’m in there somewhere, and not at the very bottom.
Imagine my glee, then, when I make the aquantance of one @lawduck via Twitter, and we’re gonna have a Camp. Because that’s what you do in Portland, you find a couple people who like something, and decide to host a Camp about it so you can share it with everyone else.
This is gonna be a CircusCamp. Wherein, I’m guessing, there will be juggling. And juggling lessons. And other circusy-type stuff. Perhaps bears. Juggling bears. And fire eaters!
<gasp>
Fire juggling! <my inner pyromaniac is twitching>
Ok maybe not. But maybe!
So. If you’d like to help create this CircusCamp thing, ping @lawduck, or me (@morganpdx), or @dietrich.
And then start looking for some really kickass juggling balls.
