Oh, yeah: on Wednesday I presented my Half Moon dialogue in front of Himself and the students. Having show-offy ham actor tendencies encoded in the DNA meant that I was only a tad nervous reciting the words as three volunteers performed the posture. I even managed to goof around at the end, barking at the students who were anticipating my instructions (I channelled Michael Palin's Sgt-Major from "The Meaning of Life") and making them wait for me to tell them what to do. Himself was pleasant but mostly non-committal, and after gesturing to the crowd and saying "Well, they liked you," he admitted that he was lost for the word he wanted to use to describe me.
That night another student from Victoria, the wonderful Catherine, performed her dialogue. Himself said he had "remembered the word he'd wanted to use for the other lady, you know, the one who spoke earlier today--I will use the same one for you." The word? "Distinguished." So that's two distinguished yoga ladies from the Island. Not so bad at all.
In fact, Victoria's looking pretty capably represented by yoga buffs. Rhiannon got a good evaluation, Keir got slightly criticized but encouraged to keep on, and Bettina was told she'd have no trouble getting students to obey her (true! so true!) . . . the only one left from our gang is Andy, and she said she doesn't care if she's the last one onstage.
We watch about six hours a day of Half Moon dialogue right now, as the first week winds to a close. The presentations have included the extremely poised, the utterly energizing, the sheer damned impressive, the not-so-bads, the need-works, and the what-were-you-thinkings. Lots of very funny people here, by the way.