Writers, Writers Everywhere!

Just as touted in my all-time favorite book, The Alchemist, when you pursue your life-long dream, the universe conspires to help you. As soon as got the idea to organize a monthly cultural event, the Austin Writers Roulette, I found myself immersed among people who, in some capacity, could help me achieve this goal.

I quickly got a business partner to help me with the design and social media.  I secured a location and then started recruiting writers to participate. I immediately found writers at parties, art openings, at capoeira, in clubs and just this morning,  at the yoga studio.

These people have always been here. I’ve just not been paying attention, especially when other people are talking and I just happen to be in the near vicinity. Some may call it eavesdropping, but there’s no reasonable expectation of privacy whenever people have a conversation in public. I just politely  introduce myselfand let the writer(s) know about my event.

Every writer who I’ve spoken with thinks I’ve got an interesting event idea, but there’s a distinct mixed reaction about the opportunity to read. Some jump on board and are ready to perform. Others are very interested, but want to watch to see how the event goes first. As much as I’d like to have submissions in advance to choose from, I see that this first show may turn out to be a play-by-ear event. I’ll prepare for as much as I can, but the rest is out of my hands. Both exhilarating and maddening at the same time!

Nonetheless, I’m so grateful that I will have two shows before school begins in order to get my event together.  I’m sure that it’ll take more than two shows before I’m a seasoned event promoter and organizer, but it’s a start.

Even little things, such as typing people’s information into a list on my cell when they don’t have a business card, is a vast improvement. I lamented to my business partner that I’d given my card to several writers who had not emailed me yet so I could send them the information.  My idea was to keep a post-it note and pen on me at all times so I could have them write down their information.  She emailed me back that I should keep a list on my cell.  Brilliant! I already keep a list of books, movies, groceries and paintings, so why not a list of writers? At least this way, I don’t have to wait on them in order to give them the information.

My goal is to get everything all set up as far as the logistics and people before I go out of town in two weeks. As many things that I’ve figured out so far, I’m banking on the fact that the upcoming weeks will be just as productive.

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Graduation Day 2012

Usually I only attend a high school graduation if there are a significant number of seniors who I know are walking. After teaching at the same high school for the past three years, my advisory class has finally grown up and walked across the stage. For some seniors, they had one of my science classes for three years in a row, thanks to my ever-changing teaching schedule.

Since I was one of the sponsor teachers, I got to wear the cool black robe, but longed for the magic wand like the teachers at Hogwarts carry! Nonetheless, I was the first teacher to arrive at the Frank Erwin center, where we held the seniors in a holding pen as if they were bulls, waiting to be released. I took advantage of moment by taking pictures with the members of my advisory class who I could find.

If I thought being in that room was a long wait, sitting through the actual ceremony was mind-numbing as different people made speech after speech.

Finally, the ceremony got to the part we’d all been waiting for, the famed walk across the stage. I was so proud as I watched my students walk and I remembered all the times I had to call home just to get them back on track. As a matter of fact, some of the most notorious students I made hug me since, whether they knew it or not, my constant monitoring of their behavior was the only reason they even passed.

It’s almost going to be a brand new student body for me since most of the students I taught this past year were seniors. Of course I don’t know which classes that I’m teaching in the next school year and I’m certainly not curious enough to return to school to find out.  I figure that getting the email with the master schedule will be good enough for me later on in the summer.

Until then, I’m going to take the advice that I gave to the graduating seniors and make the best of what’s to come.

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What’s in a Name? Austin Writers Roulette

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Back in December 2010 when I self-published my first novel, Tribe of One, I naively thought that after seven years in the making, the book would be easily promoted through email, blog and readings. I enthusiastically bought audio equipment, talked with my friends, Monica and Gustavo, at Esquina Tango about hosting my reading debut, “Cupid’s Naughty Secrets,” and dropped off press kits at several locations around town to set up future readings.

Although I managed to arrange two other readings at other locations, the whole hustling around town and not hearing back from most places wore me down. Not only that, but the more time I spent trying to arrange readings, the less time I was working on new material and reading/researching. After my third reading event in Austin, I stopped hustling and concentrated on writing my second novel and enjoying the unstructured time of a three-month summer vacation, including making a research trip to Utila, Honduras, where most of the next novel takes place.

School began again in the fall and a lot of my time and energy went into teaching. I still wrote every day and after Christmas when I bought myself a kickass blender to make smoothies and cut down my prep time for my weekly cooking, I discovered that, for once, a time-saving device actually had saved me time. I then began my morning routine of getting myself ready for work,  then sipping my smoothie while writing before work rather than waiting until the evening.

That slight change in schedule truly made a tremendous difference. The need to eke out writing time and headspace after a full day’s activities was eliminated. More of my afterschool time could be dedicated to other pursuits, which felt more natural.

During this past spring break, I took another “stay-cation” and enjoyed a week’s worth of my life as full-time artist. One of the things on my to-do list was file my taxes. I took a deep breath and created an account with a popular on-line tax filing service.

Although I’d paid someone last year to prepare my taxes since I wished to file as a small business owner, I felt confident to do the deed myself this year. By sheer luck, I had chosen to use the “perfect” credit card for charging all my businesses expenses. That particular company made things tremendously easier by offering customers an annual spending report, which broke everything down into categories.

My very Virgo sense of organization also helped. I’d kept nearly every receipt in addition to having the charge accounted for through the credit card report. After I finished going through every tax deduction scenario, I happily saw that I’d receive a refund. I exclaimed to the heavens, “Why aren’t I a millionaire?”

Then and there, I decided to adopt a more business-minded approach to my writing. Instead of reliving the energy-draining hustle of setting up readings, I’d invest my refund in brand Mathdreads, the name of my company.

A few weeks later, the capoeira group I train with provided the first opportunity. Every year, Capoeira Evolucao has a batizado e troca de corda in order to give the first cord to the beginners and the next higher cord to the continuing students. This huge ceremony usually  involves higher cordas from other capoeira groups, including my capoeira teacher’s mestre, Rodrigo.

We raise funds for plane tickets and other accompanying costs to host the batizado. Sponsorship is just one of the ways we raise money. So when I received the email with the sponsorhip information, I immediately filled it out. I then emailed my book’s cover art so it could be added to all the promotional flyers and the official 2012 Capoeira Evolucao batizado t-shirt along with the other sponsors.

With left over refund money , I had Tribe of One t-shirts printed up just in time for the batizado. I set up a table and enjoyed watching my fellow capoeiristas spar higher-level capoeiristas to earn their corda. At the end of a spectacular batizado, a few people bought a book and a t-shirt.

Yet, I knew I could do better. After mulling things over and talking with a friend later that night who also trains capoeira, I came to the realization that in order to get where I wanted to be, I had to organize my own event. I’d no longer waste good energy chasing after venues and events. I’d no longer set up a vendor’s table at events where I wouldn’t read, perform or emcee. After discussing my intentions with two friends, one became the co-organizer and the other a performer.

The three of us knew that in a happening town such as Austin, any night we chose to have the event, we’d be in competition with other cool events going on. I felt that Sunday was the best day for me, especially for a monthly event. Then the phrase “second Sundays” popped into my head. Not only did that fit well for my personal schedule, but it was also a good time to book the capoeira studio in the evenings.

Unfortunately, “second Sunday” was a popularly used name as my co-organizer, Carmen, pointed out. We both wrestled with names and volleyed each other possible names that the other politely shot down. I thought my best one was “Mariposa Verbosa,” which Carmen thought was funny, but one problem with a Spanish event name  is that it may mislead attendees that the event would be in Spanish.

I confessed to Carmen that I had far more success naming books, poems and short stories than I did this event, primarily because the theme would change every month. As both a surrender and compromise, we settled on the name “Austin Writers Roulette.”

Now that we have an event name, we can busy ourselves with recruiting talent and advertisting. I love unleashing this creative entity just in time to fully enjoy my summer.

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A Circle Has No Corners

Recently at a party held for capoeiristas, a Brazilian martial art form, I overheard one of our capoeira instructors giving advice to someone who was new to the practice. The instructor explained that each player must travel around the roda (circle) without stopping or else he/she will become an unmoving target. Since capoeira is played inside a circle of people, mostly other capoeiristas, who are singing, clapping and playing instruments, the two capoeiristas must outwit and out maneuver each other within that space. One of the newbie’s problems was that he kept getting pushed outwards toward the edge of the circle and crouching down like a trapped animal.

The instructor burst out with a brillant wise smile and told him, “A circle has no corners.” The immediate lesson of that advice is that when playing capoeira, you should never be trapped since you can always find a way out of the situation. I loved the mathematical correctness of the logic.

Just a few nights after the party, when faced with another bout of insomnia, that expression returned to my sleep-deprived mind. Within life, there are many circles. From the small circle of my morning routine to the big circle of  human development, passing through stages from newborn to elderly. Even the irritating circles of my behavior where I wind up in the same deadend places after seemingly doing things differently.

Insomnia is one such place. Despite popular belief, I work out at least five times a week not merely to stay in shape, but to sleep well at night. I’ve never resorted to using sleeping pills, pretty much for the same reason I’ve never drank coffee to wake up. I figure if there’s something challenging my sleep/wake cycle (another circle!), then I need to change some aspect of my life.

A circle has no corners…what a beautiful analogy! My mind filled with life’s challenges that had me along the sides of the circle. I thought through what maneuvers I needed to do to return to the center. I’d be lying if I said that THE SOLUTION came to me in a flash, but I fell asleep and stayed asleep until my alarm went off.

Refreshed, I daydreamed about some different directions I could take my life, especially writing. A few hours after being at work, two writing opportunities came to me via email. One I dismissed after further investigation, but the other, I pounced on. Just like when playing capoeira: sometimes you feint, other times, you follow through.

As long as you keep moving or making progress, then you will never be trapped. The circle can enlarge or shrink. You can be inside the circle, part of it or an outsider. Just like a capoeirista can manuever her way toward the center of the roda, you also do not need to surrender to the marginalizing mechanisms in life. The “corners” only exist in your mind.

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2012 Batizado e Troca de Corda

For most capoeira groups, the yearly batizado e troca de corda is their biggest event. A batizado is a capoeirista’s official induction or baptism into the Brazilian culture of training capoeira.  A troca de corda is a change of cords, going to the next highest one as recognition for all the training that a capoeirista as undergone to advance his/her game, including singing and playing capoeira music for the more advanced students.

The three days of workshops with guest instructors, including the day of the big event, is an intense time of high energy and anxiety. Our capoeira teacher’s teacher, Mestre Rodrigo, comes into town along with other respected capoeirista teachers who are either part of our lineage, trained with us or who invites our higher cordas to their batizado. This is all to ensure that students are given plenty of opportunity before the event to sharpen their skills and pick up at least one new movement out of the sea of new things being presented in the workshops.

This year was the first time in the three years that I’ve been a member of Capoeira Evolucao that I’ve been in town during the batizado. Due to a myriad of reasons, mostly excuses, I’ve not been motivated to train as seriously as one needs to in order to receive my next corda. As a matter of fact, I usually attend class with the attitude that I want to maintain my physical and mental health in a social setting with positive people. Not a bad ambition, actually!

Yet this year, as one of the proud sponsors of Capoeira Evolucao, I set up a table where I displayed my book, Tribe of One, along with t-shirts that had my book cover on it. As the event unfolded, many people stopped by my table, seeking batizado t-shirts–some even handed me their money and told me what size they needed!  I know in the future that we need to have all available items for sale in the same area. Although I sold some books at the very end of the batizado, I could tell that some people were a little confused that my book had nothing to do with capoeira. I’d tell them that I was a sponsor and also a capoeirista myself, which cleared up the confusion.

As fate would have it, I’d spent nearly a month and a half getting my technological act together in order to accept credit cards and everyone paid in cash! In the long run, I’m better off having the capabilities to accept both forms of payment, but a part of me is a wee bit disappointed not to play with my new business toy during our big event.

Outside of the intense training and the exhilarating  batizado, we capoeiristas had a good time just socializing. For me, that started Saturday morning for the waffles breakfast, which two capoeiristas who used to train with us hosted.

Several of the other sponsors were restaurants, which the group visited on different nights for dinner. So, I was the first one at the sponsoring restaurant after the batizado. As other people showed up, all of the instructors who tested the batizado participants, sat in a private room in the restaurant while the rest of us filled the tables on the patio, snacking on complimentary yucca fries and pão de queijo (cheese rolls). Delicious appetizers, but my hunger wasn’t fully satisfied until I finished devouring my entree: rainbow trout fillet with mashed potatoes, spinach and cream sauce.

I caught wind of some female capoeiristas’ plans to “get hoochie” for the after party, hosted by a fellow capoeirista and his roommate. I never like being the ugly stepsister; so I put on one of my favorite slinky salsa/tango dresses, pulled back my hair and took the trouble to wear jewelry and lipstick. Every now and again, I enjoy playing dress up. People hardly recognized me!

Although I swore I’d not stay out until 2 am, I lost track of time. I was highly entertained by all the batizado war stories, dancing and even a game of limbo broke out. I finally snuck out a little after 2 without making the customary round of kissing cheeks. 

Amazing enough, I still made it to my 10 am bikram yoga class. Fortunately, the room wasn’t extra hot. I felt the effects of drinking a bit more than my usual glass of red wine from the night before. At least I had the opportunity to detox…just in time for the capoeirista BBQ.

Another capoeirista and her family opened their wonderful back yard to us. The smell of BBQ hung in the air and as people arrived, we had a stream of new buffet side dishes. My “Mexican style” cornbread didn’t last too long and the yogurt parfait station that I helped set up was a big hit as well. I knew not to stuff myself because what my capoeira teacher normally barbeques the best cut of meat last–after people have eaten a lot of other food so he can take most of the good stuff home. It’s still an effective game plan since we usually come hungry.

Many capoeiristas took advantage of the opportunity to practice playing instruments and singing. Others relived exciting moments of their childhood by jumping on the trampoline and playing with hula hoops. I stuck with eating, drinking and socializing. I didn’t want to challenge my digestive system any more than overeating and sipping cachaça (Brazilian sugar cane rum) were already doing.

Well satiated, I gathered my glass casserole pan, which was full of cornbread crumbs, kissed cheeks on my way from the back yard to the kitchen to clean my pan and left.

As much as I’d indulged this weekend, the best remedy to set things right will be training capoeira on Monday. It’ll be glorious to be among all the shiny new cordas.

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It’s Better Over There

I attended the Austin Romance Writers of America new members tea even though I’ve been a member for nearly a year.  Apparently, there hasn’t been a new members’ tea in four years. Not that this chapter has been dragging its feet.  I think it’s a very active chapter and time has just slipped by. At least that’s from my newbie perspective.

I arrived thirty minutes late, but I came bearing a glass vase with three beautiful, showy pale green hydrangeas that accented my dress. I don’t know why it was important for my gift of flowers to go well with the dress I was wearing, but that was among the deciding factors for my flower selection. Moreover, I proudly sported my “I Voted” sticker, which reminded some Austinite members that they could participate in early voting as well.

As soon as the hostess saw the flowers, she exclaimed that hydrangeas were one of her favorite flowers. I announced that if those flowers could talk, they’d scream after the way I had driven to get there. We shared a laugh and other members claimed that they could still smell the fragrant flowers even after the hostess had taken them to another room.

The best thing about arriving half an hour late is that there was no waiting for the spread of food, which consisted of a sinful assortment of delicious sweets and a few savory finger foods to balance out one’s palate. I made myself a mimosa and after foraging from the food table four times (hey, I’d swam 21 laps before coming out!), I poured myself a glass of sweetned tea.

In between trips to the food table, I managed to talk with some members. I had an interesting one-on-one conversation with a member who used to be an avid ballerina until her inner critic obsessed so much that she no longer found dancing ballet enjoyable. I was happy to hear that after a 5-year hiatus, she’s resumed taking ballet classes in a less competitive place and with a better headspace.

Our dance conversation had taken place in the kitchen and gradually most members had migrated to the kitchen as well, bringing the lively, loud energy that a group of female writers carry around with them. I slipped out of the kitchen and joined three members in the living room–after hitting the food table again.

I learned a lot about the pitfalls of publishers, contracts, agents and writing contests. Two of the three women had been college professors and they sympathized with my complaint about the dumbing down of education. I confessed that the current educational system was so counterproductive to educating students that I wished to become a better business person in order to generate income.

Both former college professors told me that I’d be swapping one set of problems for another and yet they did admit that I’d be more empowered to get things done as my own boss than as a classroom teacher. Something I already figured out, but it was good to hear from the voices of experience.

Also, I’m trying not to fall into the pit of “the grass is always greener on the other side.” Yet, I think I’m on the right track since, despite the insomnia-producing challenges I’ve faced this past week, I’m still motivated to figure things out and move forward. I’m learning so much and it’s just exciting to see what all is available to me.

After the tea, I dashed home and changed into my first edition “Tribe of One” T-shirts. (I already know the changes I’d like to see made for the second edition!) Took a nap and headed to the hotel where the salsa congress was taking place. I’d agreed to volunteer for four hours in order to attend the salsa show and dance. I already knew that my allergies and medium energy level would prevent me from staying out too late.

The selfish reason for volunteering is to attend a cool event for free, but I had such an enjoyable time talking with the organizers and my fellow volunteers. I met people who I normally would not have, I picked the organizers’ brains with my small business questions and saw salsero friends who I had not seen in a while.

The salsa show was entertaining as usual, but I saved myself some grief by watching it while standing up against the wall.  That way, I wasn’t bothered by all the arms in the air, holding technology to record the show.

During the down time after the show and before the dance, I felt my energy fading. I figured I’d dance as much as I could in about thirty minutes. It took about that long for the live band to start playing. Until then, I danced with several guys from Houston and San Antonio with a few guys from Austin mixed in. I only stayed long enough to dance one song played by the live band and then I went home.

I figure it’s always better to leave on a good note instead of letting the night become stale. Even so, I kind of dragged in yoga class this morning. The studio felt a bit hotter than normal too, but I was surrounded by some strong yogis and that truly helped in the beginning. As a matter of fact, that could be a reoccurring theme in my life: surrounding myself with strong, positive people. If anything is going to make my new endeavor successful, it be with the help of like-minded people.

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Setting Things in Motion

Two things that I set in motion for the upcoming batizado e troca de corda are printing up Tribe of One T-shirts and getting a credit card swiper for my smartphone. Both endeavors have had hidden challenges.

First of all, the original credit card processing company I wanted to go with would have given a percentage of the credit card processing fees to my school of choice. Of course, I immediately leapt on that. But after talking to them about how small my small business was, they suggested that I should go with a cheaper option since they would not be set up to deal with such a small business as mine until the summer. So, it’s still a possibility, but not for this upcoming event. The freaky thing is that the company is based in Texas and they were planning to approach school districts in Austin the very week that I had contacted them.

After contacting a couple of other credit card processing companies, I then focused on getting my T-shirts together. One thing that makes my book cover so beautiful is how colorful it is and that is also the challenge of getting T-shirts made. I’d have to pay for every color since there would be a different screen for each color.  I chose four main colors and since the color of the T-shirt would be will, the design would include five colors. Then I chose a different color for the web address on the back.

The first challenge was the book cover file was poor quality. That’s when I learned the difference between JPEG and PDF. Fortunately, I had a usable PDF for the bookcover that worked. The T-shirt guy just needed to edit the file to squash it to the four colors that I wanted.

I knew he was busy and that we had merely discussed things without me actually putting in an order and paying a deposit. In order to get a jump on things, I asked my unemployed graphic artist sister, Carla, to edit the file.  I talked to her about it on a Saturday, sent the file with detailed instructions to her on the following Sunday. She called me once she got it and said she’d have it ready for me on Tuesday morning.

Come Tuesday, I anxiously checked my email several times, but never received one from Carla.  During my lunch break, I called her. She spun a story about how she had to get some food together for her church since they had asked her to cater at the last minute and she also had to pick up her son from work and blah, blah, blah.  I cut through the list of excuses. I reminded her that she had 5 hours in between the present and leaving for her church meeting. Then talked her through how much time it would take her to complete the food preparation, pick up her son and finish editing the file.

 A couple of times, she told me that she could finish editing the file after she returned from church.  I repeatedly reminded her that that would be too late since I wanted to go to the print shop after school that same day, which is what I’d told her on Sunday when she agreed to have the file ready by Tuesday morning.

Part of the problem that I had to help Carla overcome was the timelessness of her existence. She’s been unemployed for so long that she’s lost the meaning of urgency.  She questioned why I couldn’t go to print shop Wednesday versus Tuesday. I told her that I had something to do after work every day of the week up until Friday. She then asked why couldn’t drop by the print shop on Friday. I explained as best as I could without giving into my temper that the difference of going three days later may result in getting my order in too late.

I then temporarily forgot that she was my sister who I loved and switched into firm teacher mode. I reminded her that she’d given me her word that the job would be completed at a certain time and that if she expected to run her own business that she would have to honor her word to people. I could hear her discomfort as I told her more things that she needed to hear.

A few hours later, I received the file and her apology for dragging her feet. I thanked her for her work and told her that she’d be so happy once I brought her T-shirt in June. After school, I raced to the print shop. 

In the meantime, the guy from one of the credit card processing companies called me to let me know that I’d been approved to receive a credit card swiper that attached to my smartphone. I was so happy that something had come through on that pursuit.  Of course, the hidden steps revealed themselves. The guy sent an email, but I couldn’t access it until we hung up.  Then once I received it, I couldn’t sign the agreement electronically by holding down my cursor key on my phone nor could the phone’s screen be used as a touch screen. Now aware of my smartphone’s limitations, I told the guy that I’d sign the document electronically once I returned home, but at that moment, I needed to rush over to the print shop.

Fortunately the print guy was in even though he wasn’t expecting me.  I downloaded the file Carla had edited.  I knew that it wasn’t good enough quality  to be used, but he said that seeing it helped him with editing the good file. I chose the type of white T-shirt I wanted, made a down payment and left with the assurance that the shirts would be ready the day before I actually wanted to pick them up.

The first thing I did when I got home was to sign the credit card agreement, using my netbook. The other hidden step in getting my credit card swiper didn’t reveal itself until this past Friday when I called three different numbers to see when the device had been sent. From what I could gather, someone had left a partial message earlier in the week, and needed to talk with me in order to send it out.

Now, I’ve got another thing to do Monday before school starts. Hopefully, whatever issue there is, can be resolved in a few minutes.  I’m also hoping that I’ll receive my device by the end of the week.

Plus, I’m picking up the T-shirts on Thursday and at some point next week, my new business credit card will have arrived. That endeavor took me three times to convince the credit card lawyers that I owned the art, which is my book cover. Now part of my book cover will be on my credit card.

I know that things are going to come together since I’m determined that they will. I also know that one day, I’m going to look back at these stressful weeks of trying to take my business to the next level while still maintaining a full-time job and laugh. For now, I’ll continue taking deep yoga breaths.

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Living My Dream

So I first got the heads up that I needed to exit the teaching profession the first year I taught in Austin, TX.  That conclusion came to a shock to me since I’d never thought that I would ever need to exit the classroom until I retired.

I’d taken so much time researching where I wanted to live in the States after 8 years teaching abroad and was broadsided by the plantation-style management of public schools here in Texas. Although I attempt to be as creative as I can muster while working within an educational system that I disagree with, I didn’t become a teacher 16 years ago to fight battles with a network of people who desire to profit, literally, from the brutal, systematic standardized testing of students.

As I explored both my interests and the job market, three things became apparent to me: 1) I wanted to remain in Austin; 2) I had no desire to be in another classroom setting that was subjected to profiting off student standardized test scores; 3) I no longer wanted any asshole in my professional life who I’d refer to as a boss.

Now, nearly three years after coming to those conclusions, I’m still living in Austin, I’m still teaching in a public school setting and I’ve stepped up my game to become self-employed. In pursuit of completing my transition, I’m attending a 2-day workshop to help me flesh out some things that I’m perhaps overlooking.

So far, the 30 other participants and I have introduced ourselves one by one, including where we are now in life and where we want to be. I’ve helped a few of the participants who are also writers realize some other directions that they can go in as well as suggest capoeira to a couple of people who want to get back into shape. As a matter of fact, I’m taking a CD of capoeira music to today’s session so one of my fellow capoeiristas and I can demo a friendly game to everyone.  I think just hearing the music will be intriguing.

Yet, I’ve not landed my a-ha! moment of how to improve my pursuit of happiness beyond what I’ve already put into motion. Hopefully, today will be as entertaining as yesterday with an unexpected insight into a new direction that I can explore.

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Brazilian Music Weekend

By an extraordinary mix of schedules, I spent the better part of this weekend immersed in some genre of Brazilian music.  One of my friends and fellow capoeiristas discovered that a Brazilian band was scheduled to play at one of my favorite dance venues this past Friday.  Since that was the day grades closed for the next to the last marking period, I knew I’d be in the mood to blow off some steam.

She picked me up early so we could first eat Brazilian food at a nearby restaurant only to discover that they were closed until the next week.  We regrouped at another friend’s house who was going to meet us at the restaurant and chose a different Brazilian restaurant that none of us had tried before.  What an excellent call!

I shared a platter of  grilled pork, chicken, steak and sausage that came with a bed of white rice, small pieces of cheese bread, hashbrowns, a too small ramekin of spicy red sauce and a pile of crushed bread crumbs (I guess). Of course, I washed all of that delicious food down with a caipirinha.

Well-fed, but not stuffed, we made our way to the venue just as the cumbia band had finished playing and the Brazilian band was setting up to play. Just as Brazil is a large, diverse country, so is its music scene. None of us had ever heard the band before, yet we expected to hear samba. Most of the music played sounded more like bossa nova. Nonetheless, I danced my money’s worth, including a few songs with a partner.

Neither of my friends were interested in listening to the second set played by the cumbia band, which suited me just fine since I had a relatively early morning on Saturday.

I made a special effort to attend the capoeira music class at noon on Saturday since I’d previously practiced playing two berimbau rhythms, the easiest of the two was “Angola.” The other one, “Sao Bento Pequeno,” is very similar, but I’ve not practiced playing it enough for the rhythm to be in my muscle memory. As a matter of fact, I had started playing Sao Bento Pequeno very slowly and sped up, thinking that I’d finally become comfortable with it. I burst out laughing when contramestre told me that I’d been playing Angola once I sped up. 

Since Angola was obviously the “home base,” contramestre showed us a variation to make it a richer rhythm. Toward the end of the lesson, we practiced my current nemesis, sao bento pequeno.  I’m going to get that rhythm one day!

As usual, I dashed from capoeira music class to tango lessons. On some molecular level, I think my health improves when I play and dance to music. Afterwards, I regrouped at home and then headed out again to listen to another Brazilian band that plays forro. To my ears, forro sounds like the most lively jig music that’s heavy on percussion

The usual suspects were there, including many people from last night. That’s one of the reasons I never mind going to venues by myself since, at this point, I know I’m going to bump into people I know. Even though the weather caused the band to play in an enclosed area rather than out in the open, we all crammed onto the tiny dancefloor and danced until we glistened with sweat.

Normally, I would have felt self conscious about going anywhere else besides straight home, but I intended to drop by a birthday party for the sister of another capoeirista. I thought it was going to be a teeny bopper party; so my plan was to make an appearance, wish her a happy birthday and then go home.

Apparently this young woman just looks like a teenager, but is legal age and knows many musicians since she’s a musician herself. As a matter of fact, nearly everyone at the party played some instrument and/or sang. When asked, I said that I played the “capoeira” instruments, which was as much as I’d admit to being a musician.

Yet, nearly two hours later when the other capoeiristas showed up, we put on an impromptu music roda, where I started off playing the agogo (double cow bell). Some other musicians who were not capoeiristas joined in. Who could resist playing along with a berimbau?

We carried on for nearly an hour singing different capoeira songs.  After breaking out into the second sweat of the night, I finally felt that I could go home well satisfied.

Now that I’ve revitalized my soul, I can face  the last week before standardized testing starts. I’m so glad I stocked up on energizing music.

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Death, Taxes & Inspiration

Admittedly one of the words in the title to this blog post doesn’t seemingly belong with the others. Yet, filing my taxes last month inspired me to be a better businesswoman.  I think my exact words after filing my combined personal and small business taxes were, “Why am I not a millionaire yet?!”

Afterwards, I thought about what I could do with the modest refund that I’d receive in a few weeks.  Just like that, opportunity knocked on my door via email. (Bad mixed metaphor, but acknowledging the problem is the first step to improvement!) The group I train capoeira with, Capoeira Evolucao, had sent all the information necessary for interested businesses to become our sponsors. As soon as I read through the information, a feeling came over me that this was just the promotional investment I’d been looking for.

Back in December 2010, I self-published my first novel, Tribe of One. As exhilarated as I was to see my manuscript finally in print, I had the daunting task of promoting it. All last year, I thought the best way to do that was through setting up reading events.  I bought audio equipment and prepared press kits. For a while, I hustled around town, trying to set up readings in coffee shops and lingerie places since I had a collection of racy poems I’d written over the years and had planned to read the more “adult” passages of my book.

My little engine ran out of steam in a few months. The amount of energy and time needed to book reading gigs for myself was not worth the consistently smaller audiences that I’d read to. I wasn’t initially concerned with book sales at the events, but the whole word-of-mouth thing didn’t happen for me either. As a matter of fact, the best tip I got at my second reading was to join a professional writer’s group, which has been a valuable source of information and support.

In addition to training capoeira, I’ve been picking the brains of several capoeiristas who have small businesses on the side as well. Their insightful, free consultations have been wonderful.  Not only that, but in any endeavor, it is always best to be surrounded by like-minded, positive people who believe in me.

Since my business is primarily writing, I’m not in direct competition with my capoeira group although I will also have T-shirts for sale, albeit not capoeira-themed T-shirts. Speaking of which, the official capoeira T-shirt for the event will have my “logo” on the back along with the other sponsors. Since I don’t actually have a logo, my book cover art will serve that purpose.  Just seeing that beautifully colorful African woman on several shirts as well as my on own T-shirt is going to be very exciting.

Granted, advertising doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ll receive matching or surpassing sales, but after experiencing a year of virtual no promotion and months where I had no sells, surely this is a step in the correct direction.

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