new gigs, include a crack a science storytelling

It may be the dog days of August, but I'm busy nailing down a number of speaking engagements in Washington, DC, Los Angeles, and closer to home, in Gowanus, Brooklyn. That gig is also the soonest: I'll be one of five performers on a science storytelling show called the Story Collider on September 4th at 8:00, at a club called Littlefields (622 Degraw Street). The Moth for the geekily inclined,  the Story Collider has a theme for each event, and this evening's theme is, you guessed it, aging. Now to come up with a 10-minute monlogue "at turns funny and heartbreaking, [about] how our modern world is changing the way we age." No sweat. No notes. No auditioning, at least. It should be good.

finding 'modest delight' in asking for help

When I moved to a Brooklyn neighborhood with a median age of around 23, I said to myself that it would be time to move when I could no longer hustle up the subway steps as fast as the kids. In the eight years since, I’ve gotten a little wiser. Now I’m planning to let the hipsters pass, or help me with my shopping bags. I’ve even figured out that it’ll be good for both of us.

 

Does a focus on ageism foster a victim mentality?

A university where I’ll be speaking in September is lining up co-sponsors, one of whom had a question for my colleague there. “He asks whether you present ageism as similar to racism and sexism,” she wrote me. “He mentioned that the seniors with whom he works are proud (of being senior citizens?), and I think he may be worried about the presentation making them feel like victims of prejudice. Have you run across this type of concern in your audiences?”

 

new visuals on display at the Cornelia Street Cafe last night

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Thanks to Tal Yarden for the design, Bob Stein for the tech support, Jim Barry for taking the photo, and everyone else for turning out despite the summer Sunday and the Treyvon Martin march, which I'd otherwise have been part of.  A lively discussion and excellent event. And they invited me back! (Monday 23 September at 6PM.)

mapping a foreign country

It was May Sarton who wrote “The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there. It’s a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle-aged.” I came across the quote in this lovely blog post by Judy Fox, and it’s a metaphor that bears reflection. It reminds me of a reckoning I finally arrived at, long after losing my way in what was to become This Chair Rocks

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