I mentioned to one of my roommates that I feel like all we do here is eat.
EAT…dance..dance….EAT….dance..dance…EAT. Not that it’s a bad thing.
But, it has many of us thinking (maybe more than usual) about digestion.
We all want to get to breakfast early enough to have enough time for the coffee to mentally register. We rush to lunch so we have a good 40 minutes between that final bite and our next floor swing.
Most afternoons in Carl Flink’s class, he alludes in some way to the lunch that we have just eaten. Acknowledging the weight of lunch, letting go of the weight of lunch, etc etc. When I interviewed Flink (post soon to come!) we also discussed the importance of fueling your body with the right things to get through the day.
Besides the regimented “digestion science,” we seem to practice, meal time here sticks out because of its communality. On my second day here, a former professor poked fun at my tendency to eat each meal with the same people. After realizing the trend, I now try to make a point of finding a friendly group or new face to meet for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Some of the most pertinent discussions about class corrections and post-performance critique also tend to happen over that second hot chocolate.
Besides the needed physical respite during meal time, I appreciate a time for collective free dialogue, casually.
So, let’s eat!