Today there was an event at The Edinburgh Fringe called "Meet the Media". Thousands of performers line up for two hours to get into Fringe Central where they then line up in other lines to pitch their show for individual media. Once you are done one line you get into another - some of them thirty minutes long, others three hours. The event went from 1pm to 6pm.
You know at Canada's Wonderland on a really really busy day how you line up for 2 hours for a ride and then the ride is 10 seconds long and sometimes it's satisfying and other times its not so much ... But then you line up in another line that takes another 2 hours and then the ride is 15 seconds long and then you line up in another line...
We got into the line outside at 11:30am with our kick butt Team Canada friends Christel Bartelse and Vanessa Smythe, and got into the actual event at 1- having been close enough to the front of the line to get in right away.
You know how there are a lot of factories in countries around the world and people are paid horribly in them. They are working under terrible conditions, working hard and being paid hardly anything. Some people argue that the workers are not forced to be there - they are choosing to work and at least they have a job and an opportunity to make monday at all. And based on these arguments the workers continue to be paid terrible wages because if they don't like the conditions they can quit and the factories can just hire another worker because there are just so many people that need a job...
Sometimes we sat down while we were waiting in lines. Other times we lied down on the floor while we were waiting in lines. We met a lot of people - a couple of them were even media people. We were at the event in lines until 6pm.
When we left the event, exhausted, hungry and in desperate need of a pee, we were crossing the street and suddenly Morro was airborne. Tripping on a crooked piece of street (which there is no shortage of here in Edinburgh) she flipped up, catapulting forward at great speeds. Trying to gain her footing she was able to touch a toe down. It looked like she might make it. She may recover her step in a glorious victory over gravity. Can she beat the street?! That is the question. It was a Morro ballet- touch and up, touch and up, forward, forward, forward, touch and up. Just as it seemed the most possible, a twist of the wind swept in and boom down she crashed falling allllll the way across the street and landing so near to a pile of horse manure that she could smell it in both nostrils.
We changed from our fancy clothes to our show clothes... and performed our show.
You know at Canada's Wonderland on a really really busy day how you line up for 2 hours for a ride and then the ride is 10 seconds long and sometimes it's satisfying and other times its not so much ... But then you line up in another line that takes another 2 hours and then the ride is 15 seconds long and then you line up in another line...
We got into the line outside at 11:30am with our kick butt Team Canada friends Christel Bartelse and Vanessa Smythe, and got into the actual event at 1- having been close enough to the front of the line to get in right away.
You know how there are a lot of factories in countries around the world and people are paid horribly in them. They are working under terrible conditions, working hard and being paid hardly anything. Some people argue that the workers are not forced to be there - they are choosing to work and at least they have a job and an opportunity to make monday at all. And based on these arguments the workers continue to be paid terrible wages because if they don't like the conditions they can quit and the factories can just hire another worker because there are just so many people that need a job...
Sometimes we sat down while we were waiting in lines. Other times we lied down on the floor while we were waiting in lines. We met a lot of people - a couple of them were even media people. We were at the event in lines until 6pm.
When we left the event, exhausted, hungry and in desperate need of a pee, we were crossing the street and suddenly Morro was airborne. Tripping on a crooked piece of street (which there is no shortage of here in Edinburgh) she flipped up, catapulting forward at great speeds. Trying to gain her footing she was able to touch a toe down. It looked like she might make it. She may recover her step in a glorious victory over gravity. Can she beat the street?! That is the question. It was a Morro ballet- touch and up, touch and up, forward, forward, forward, touch and up. Just as it seemed the most possible, a twist of the wind swept in and boom down she crashed falling allllll the way across the street and landing so near to a pile of horse manure that she could smell it in both nostrils.
We changed from our fancy clothes to our show clothes... and performed our show.
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