|On a different note this my portrait done by Mezza9 at Shekori Fest.|
So. . . I did a new thing just a few weeks ago. I got recorded talking about myself and my travels. Speaking is about my third preferred way of communication. I paint, I write, speaking. . .well, I do like talking but my thought process isn’t always in sync with what I’m saying.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Antarctica, on a break from kitchen duties, and telling stories? This was well into the 6 month Winter-over and people were well into getting “toasted” – the not-so-technical term for when T3 in the thyroid depletes due to lack of sunshine to replenish the T3 supply. A T3 deficiency results in “depression, irritability, aggressive behavior, insomnia, difficulty in concentration and memory, absentmindedness, and the occurrence of mild fatigue states known as “long-eye” or the “antarctic stare””(Check out Polar T3 Syndrome. ) and when 207 people are depleted all at the same time it gets hilarious. People do stare off at random or forget what they’re doing. There’s so many incidents to tell you about. Someone could be telling a story and in mid-sentance they might just stop and stare and everyone listening would know to calmly wait and in a matter of time it’s like the brain would get back on track and the storytelling would start right where it had stopped.
Anyways, the story I told my friends that day as we stared off in different directions was of the time when we boarded horses on Mom and Dad’s farm in MN. We had an electric fence but it had some quirks to work out. I think it was a little strong. The nice thing is that it was well off the ground because it only needed to contain the horses. One time I went to duck under the fence to get into the pasture and I didn’t duck low enough. I remember running and being bent down to run under the fence and then I was on my hands and knees looking at the long grass and I didn’t know how I got there. What had I just been doing? Wasn’t I just running? A very strong tingling began to creep up my arms and I was finally able to piece together that I had just head-butted the electric fence.
“That explains a lot!’ Laughed my friend Emily – who is a story in herself and I would love to tell you so much more about her – “I think we’ll have to call you E.F. from now on” – Electric Fence, it took me a moment to get that. Between telling that story, my times in Antarctica of not being able to form complete sentences or answer the 3 part question: what’s you’re name, where are you from, what’s your favorite thing about Antarctica (or something simple like that, how ironic is it that I don’t remember the 3 parts), and how often I feel interrupted or unheard; public speaking, interviews, all that, has felt very foreign to me.
Then Zapow asked me to be part of their broadcast to talk about my world travels – for an hour! I figured between my 9 years of travel I would have enough material and why not step out a little and do something out of my comfort zone? So here ya go. An hour of me talking and attempting conversation with Lauren and Matt. I listen to stuff like this while I paint so maybe this will help you during your creative process. Enjoy and let me know what you think. I haven’t been able to listen to it myself yet, too scary. So let me know what you think. . . well, only if you like it 😀
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