Showing posts with label juggle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label juggle. Show all posts
Friday, January 2, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
"Can you burn marshmallows?"
Questions and comments to me while juggling fire at the Dirt Farm recently:
* Do you mind? (photographer Denise, pointing to her camera as she approached)
* How long have you been doing that? (the most-asked question)
* Why doesn't the ground catch on fire? (a boy to me after I dropped)
* Can I take your picture?
* I just learned to juggle. I learned in the joint, actually.
* Can you come back tomorrow so I can film you? Do you mind? (a girl, Jenna)
* My dogs wanted to come out and watch you. (a lady with a prominent last name in Santa Cruz culture, with two Welsh Corgies)
* My sons makes poi. I'll have him make you a set. (neighborhood friend Charmaine)
* That's coming awfully close to your hair.
* Don't burn yourself, Clay. (neighbor Terry)
* OH!! That looks SO COOL from the water, man!! Thanks, dude!! (surfer Marty at dusk)
* That's magical. Thank you. (my favorite)
* We've been watching you from the street. (a lady and her daughter as they came closer)
* Can you juggle a thousand? (a boy to me when I was on a roll. I dropped after he asked that, and immediately felt the need to retort with "How many hands do you have to have to juggle a thousand?", to which he replied without missing a beat: "Sixteen." So adorable.)
* Can I hold it? (a boy, about seven, sticking out his hand, mesmerized by the flame, not even looking at me)
* Dad, do you want to hold the fire? (the same little boy - he was gentle and calm)
* Do you have a girlfriend?
* What do you use for fuel? (the second most-asked question)
* Why rubbing alcohol? (a fellow juggler when I answered the above question)
* Can you pass? (the same juggler)
* What are you listening to?
* Does it hurt when you catch the wrong end?
* Why do you juggle here? (a girl, mid-twenties, at the Dirt Farm)
* Can you burn marshmallows? (a little French boy, Remi, as his dad was taking pictures)
* Do you mind? (photographer Denise, pointing to her camera as she approached)
* How long have you been doing that? (the most-asked question)
* Why doesn't the ground catch on fire? (a boy to me after I dropped)
* Can I take your picture?
* I just learned to juggle. I learned in the joint, actually.
* Can you come back tomorrow so I can film you? Do you mind? (a girl, Jenna)
* My dogs wanted to come out and watch you. (a lady with a prominent last name in Santa Cruz culture, with two Welsh Corgies)
* My sons makes poi. I'll have him make you a set. (neighborhood friend Charmaine)
* That's coming awfully close to your hair.
* Don't burn yourself, Clay. (neighbor Terry)
* OH!! That looks SO COOL from the water, man!! Thanks, dude!! (surfer Marty at dusk)
* That's magical. Thank you. (my favorite)
* We've been watching you from the street. (a lady and her daughter as they came closer)
* Can you juggle a thousand? (a boy to me when I was on a roll. I dropped after he asked that, and immediately felt the need to retort with "How many hands do you have to have to juggle a thousand?", to which he replied without missing a beat: "Sixteen." So adorable.)
* Can I hold it? (a boy, about seven, sticking out his hand, mesmerized by the flame, not even looking at me)
* Dad, do you want to hold the fire? (the same little boy - he was gentle and calm)
* Do you have a girlfriend?
* What do you use for fuel? (the second most-asked question)
* Why rubbing alcohol? (a fellow juggler when I answered the above question)
* Can you pass? (the same juggler)
* What are you listening to?
* Does it hurt when you catch the wrong end?
* Why do you juggle here? (a girl, mid-twenties, at the Dirt Farm)
* Can you burn marshmallows? (a little French boy, Remi, as his dad was taking pictures)
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