When they asked me to "model some thai clothes" at the festival on Monday I had no idea what I was getting into. I had thought that I would simply wear some thai clothes and walk in a parade, or something equally similar and mundane.
Oh no. As it turns out, I was to play the part of a model to the full. Walking a catwalk to trendy music while done up in clothes far too tight, with far too much makeup, sashaying, turning, and otherwise being a model. What I thought was going to be a little festival turned out to be a huge 9 day extravaganza, with our show being the opening nights main event.
Preparations occured in the school music room, and I was fully done up in a horribly uncomfortable costume by 5:30... the show wasn't until 8, my particular walk wasn't until around 9:30... Which means sitting around for over 5 hours (with the curtain call and time until changing) factored in) in my finery.
It was definately worth it. How many people can say they've seen a small town Thai festival, let alone been in one? However, it was this experience that showed me that my days on the stage are over. Although I'm still very interested in working in theater (either as a drama teacher and/or director) life on stage has lost its luster.
In other news, my director has now squashed any and all hopes of a mini-english program next year. That leaves me with what seem to be two options. About 20 minutes after talking to Daniel about how I would like to live in Chiang Mai, I found that I had recieved an email expressing interest in hiring me at a school there. Nothing is definite yet, but it's still a possibility.
Even less definite is the prospect of working at PK Yonge, the University of Florida's research school. Essentially, it's a specially designed school that is technically a part of the Gainesville public school system, but also part of the UF campus and is used to conduct educational research.
This seems like a dream job because it would in the same town as Trevor and I would be working close to educational research, a field that I may one day find myself working in. Still, they haven't even posted their openings for the next school year yet, let alone expressed interest in hiring me... so, who knows if it will pan out.
Both jobs sound like they would be great... If I definately had offers at the two, I would probably jump at PK Yonge in Gainesville, although I did have a dream last night where I went back to America to live and instantly regretted it... so who knows.
Finally, my long anticipated intestinal illness has struck. I still managed to get to work today, and even ate twice, but those have been small blessings that I have not taken for granted.
Anno (my fellow farang teacher) is sitting next to me and touching up the photos he took of my modeling debut (he's also a professional photographer and director). whenever he finishes and sends them to me (maybe tonight, maybe not) I will post them.
Here are some photos, by Anno:
Oh no. As it turns out, I was to play the part of a model to the full. Walking a catwalk to trendy music while done up in clothes far too tight, with far too much makeup, sashaying, turning, and otherwise being a model. What I thought was going to be a little festival turned out to be a huge 9 day extravaganza, with our show being the opening nights main event.
Preparations occured in the school music room, and I was fully done up in a horribly uncomfortable costume by 5:30... the show wasn't until 8, my particular walk wasn't until around 9:30... Which means sitting around for over 5 hours (with the curtain call and time until changing) factored in) in my finery.
It was definately worth it. How many people can say they've seen a small town Thai festival, let alone been in one? However, it was this experience that showed me that my days on the stage are over. Although I'm still very interested in working in theater (either as a drama teacher and/or director) life on stage has lost its luster.
In other news, my director has now squashed any and all hopes of a mini-english program next year. That leaves me with what seem to be two options. About 20 minutes after talking to Daniel about how I would like to live in Chiang Mai, I found that I had recieved an email expressing interest in hiring me at a school there. Nothing is definite yet, but it's still a possibility.
Even less definite is the prospect of working at PK Yonge, the University of Florida's research school. Essentially, it's a specially designed school that is technically a part of the Gainesville public school system, but also part of the UF campus and is used to conduct educational research.
This seems like a dream job because it would in the same town as Trevor and I would be working close to educational research, a field that I may one day find myself working in. Still, they haven't even posted their openings for the next school year yet, let alone expressed interest in hiring me... so, who knows if it will pan out.
Both jobs sound like they would be great... If I definately had offers at the two, I would probably jump at PK Yonge in Gainesville, although I did have a dream last night where I went back to America to live and instantly regretted it... so who knows.
Finally, my long anticipated intestinal illness has struck. I still managed to get to work today, and even ate twice, but those have been small blessings that I have not taken for granted.
Anno (my fellow farang teacher) is sitting next to me and touching up the photos he took of my modeling debut (he's also a professional photographer and director). whenever he finishes and sends them to me (maybe tonight, maybe not) I will post them.
Here are some photos, by Anno:
Me with my modeling entorage
Me on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk.
Never has my director been more accurately depicted.
Somran and Noom, two high ranking soldiers for His Majesty, the Director.
4 comments:
The makeup has you looking so severe!
*Whistle* Hey there good lookin!
Hey Mike,
It's Yoni. I have been following the books you have read. like the Oprah Winfrey's Reading List. I miss you many many and the other comment is correct in saying you look totally severe. Tell Daniel I miss him too, and I'll see him IF and when he gets back to the big A. Keep shooting hoops because, I have been practicing B-Ball as well with some of the guys in the Sarasota Syphoney. Well I'll write you a proper email soon.
Yes... Thai Makeup is a horrible, horrible thing. The idea is always to make someone look as pale as possible, no matter what the usual skin tone. Most guys walked out looking like vampires. When I sat down, and they realized I was white, I suppose they thought "Well, we have to make him look like a freak somehow!" so that I would fit in...
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