Instructions for Dancing

Saturday February 28, 2009

amelia, where you bound to

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Arg, I can’t believe I’m missing Jim Moray at the Junction by such a tenue discrimen. 14th March is the day after I leave Cambridge for choir’s Cornwall tour.

Matt and I flyered in the Market Square this morning and I was a nervous wreck after half an hour. Standing in the middle of a street being a nuisance is just awful, and I was only handing things out. I have a new respect for people who have to get passers-by to part with their money or time as well. Matt and I went for coffee in Starbucks afterwards and I had the weirdest feeling that the barista would listen to my order then refuse to serve me. Setting yourself up for rejection is a funny thing.

Lou and I have an alumni dinner at Jesus College this evening, which could be fun, but it’ll depend who we’re sitting with – god knows if there’ll be a seating plan. We know at least Mr Bunting’s coming down for it, though, and he’s fantastic.

Matt and I went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button on Thursday, and we both thought it was fantastic. I’m torn, though, because the thought of it is still making me cry a little. Family history makes me know that forgetting the people you love is the saddest thing possible, and some parts were a bit difficult for me to watch. It’s beautifully made, though, and lots of bits of unexpected lightness, and the framing structure was really pretty. It’s a good substantial film, so I didn’t feel too bad about the whole omgnotworking.

Speaking of which, I shall finish this translation then go buy some tights. It’s being a lovely day.

Wednesday February 25, 2009

such a pretty girl so tired

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A reputable source says I am ‘pretty hardcore’. It made my day.

Tuesday February 24, 2009

these streets so fresh

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I woke up happy today. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.

I should have learnt my lesson by now. Every time my time of the month comes round I start feeling worthless, futile and completely trapped in my relationships with Matt and even with some of my regular friends. My PMS always seems to comes in the form of an existential crisis, and I wish it wouldn’t.

Anyway, I woke up happy today. Having a great evening may have had something to do with it. It was the college Music Society’s AGM, where the new committee gets elected, and the result was fantastic: I’m next year’s publicity officer, Matt is treasurer, Emma is secretary and Charles is chair. Of course this is lovely because it means that we’ll work together well, but it’s also lovely because we are going to be very good at it and I know this. I voted for them all on the strength of their competence and knowledge and ideas, and I think our ties will only help us to have reasonable discussions and motivate each other. I am a very proud friend and I can’t wait to have a very, very good year.

So, happy. Now I can get back to my regularly scheduled life?

I woke up from a deep deep deep deep deep sleep
I woke up from a bad dream

Sunday February 22, 2009

not enough

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But love was not enough to hold my grip
Can’t you just feel my fingers slip
Into those oceans in the sky where people swim
Oceans in the sky calling me in
Oceans in the sky I tell myself
Though I’m not kidding anybody else
They know I’m leaving
They know that I’m leaving this behind

So I’m leaving my best friend
Just for the hell of it
Just for the sake of it
But how much I loved you

Saturday February 21, 2009

boots laced with melancholy notions

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I was just reading this article about John K Sampson and thinking about why I listen to music. Or rather, why I listen to the music I do. This has occupied me quite a lot lately, as I’ve had someone ask me what kind of music I listen to and I couldn’t say, and I’ve had another friend discuss how much she hates any music elitism, and when I think about that sometimes I fervently agree with the principle and sometimes I get possessive of my right to personal perceptions of good taste.

Thing is, I’ve been on both sides of it. I’ve been told all my music is samey, which absolutely enrages me, and I’ve gone ahead and told other people the same, and maybe it enrages them too. I have a lot of respect – perhaps too much – for people with a wide music knowledge and interests, but to an extent I’m happy for myself to speak up and say that I think most art rock is unmusical and unappealing, that the Beatles were once influential but are now largely uninteresting to me, that I can’t remember the last time I listened to one album all the way through. I have a short musical attention span, and I think there’s nothing wrong with that – music is subjective, and you shouldn’t have to listen to what you don’t love.

But then, I’ve always found it difficult to qualify the music I love. I have a whole bunch of often conflicting criteria, and I don’t know how ab-/normal that is. One of the main ones is that I value good lyrics. I have a great deal of respect for The Weakerthans’ John Sampson, Ben Gibbard, Tori Amos, Ani diFranco. I dislike insipid choruses. On the other hand (and this is another main point), I can take some insipid choruses if the music is fun, catchy or otherwise shiny. I have a lot of affection for Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy and (newer) Jimmy Eat World because they make me bouncy in ways that words can’t. Yeah, I also thought they were lame until I started listening to them, and now I get defensive on their behalf. I can take cliched, I guess, but I can’t take soulless, however high- or lowbrow.

Anyway. Today’s been unproductive, though more relaxed than any other Saturday I’ve had this term, so I’ll let it pass. But now I should go carry on this Greek translation.

Friday February 20, 2009

wearing purple, wearing purple

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So yeah, this week has been going really well for me. Post-Iolanthe, anything was going to feel like a wonderful rest, but this week has especially, and a lot of lovely things have been going on.

My essay topic this week was especially awesome, which has a surprisingly big effect on my general wellbeing (lol lame). I am inquiring and diligent to the point of obsession on big jobs like essays, and I tend to live a topic until I get a new one. This week it was Statius, the Achilleid and crossdressing, which culminated in a fascinating supervision yesterday where we talked about androgyny and beauty and how far was too far in the feminisation of one of epic’s most manly heroes. If I were to do a dissertation, it would probably be about this. Portraits of gender in a society where the only portraits are by men, for men, about men…

The Classics Society also had a really successful event on Wednesday night – we each invited a Latin/Greek teacher from our old schools to say thank you and tell them how awesome our college is and how it’s now the biggest one for Classics in the entire university. (This was a mildly calculated access event.) I didn’t manage to bring my own teacher, so I was largely superfluous, but it was a fun event anyway and afterwards I stayed up until the early hours with some people I didn’t know well before and now can’t imagine why not. It was very lovely.

Anyway, I have formal this evening with friends and two of Matt’s sisters who are visiting, so I should go do some reading for next week’s obsession and then get ready for that. Did you know that trombonists are more likely to pronounce the first vowel as schwa than ordinary people are? Sound change is a fascinating thing.

Thursday February 19, 2009

and aching to be;

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So, I just had the best evening I wasn’t expecting. Now I’m not quite sure what I can do about it, if anything. But perhaps these things just happen and everything goes back to normal afterwards. and I’ll at least get to keep it as a memory. Acceptance and attention are fallacies and impossible to keep, but they are beautiful nonetheless. And I do enjoy wordgames. and being told I have excelling taste in music.

Tuesday February 17, 2009

sleepy as the south

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So! It’s a week since I lasted posted, and rather little has happened. The week went as the optimists expected: we all lived in the Arts Theatre in varying states of impatience and gaudy makeup, we did seven more successful performances, my family and friends came to see it (eeee), some of my supervisors came to see it (eeep), and every time the curtain went down we were back to dancing silent and ridiculous on the dark stage. It went well, but it was exhausting; by the time the get-out had finished, late Saturday evening, I didn’t have any energy left for letting off steam at the after-party. Matt and I came home and slept instead, and it was such a relief.

Now I’m on the other side, and suddenly I have more free time than I have all term. It’s wonderful. When I say ‘free time’, I mean ‘free time for work’, but that’s not a bad thing. Thursday last week, I did two shows and stayed up working until 4am to get an adequate history essay in on time, and it was still literally six times shorter than Farzin’s behemoth. Believe me when I say I am delighted to be able to write my essays in daylight from now on. This afternoon I sat in Costa for three hours, reading Statius at leisure and writing copious notes.

The other event worth mentioning is that I had my Halfway Hall last night. It was a really lovely occasion, actually; we were sitting in subject groups so I got to listen to DB mocking people and to discuss life and the benefits of longterm relationships with Farzin. Apparently I seem to be a well put-together individual. Who knew?

Anyway, I’ve a meeting at 5, so now I need to send off some emails to t-shirt companies, put my valentine roses in a vase (which I bought today – another free time hooray) and further consider the ramifications of Achilles being a transvestite. Yes, I really like the Achilleid.

Tuesday February 10, 2009

faint heart never won fair lady

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So, our opening night went rather well. Everything ‘lifted’. And we made our musical director happy, which was the biggest triumph: we got over the dancing and the acting and the fear in order to sing up, do the dynamics and enunciate properly. Success! We took our bows and smiled for the audience at the end, then when the curtain came down and we were finally screened from view, the whole cast had a small, silent jumping-dancing celebration in the half-darkness of the stage. It was a pretty awesome feeling.

Now it is getting late and I still have some work to do, but I’ll turn in in a minute. Tomorrow I might actually make lectures. I have seven more shows to go, god, but the pressure’s off now: we’ve done it once, and well. and I’m feeling good.

Friday February 6, 2009

praying someone feels the same

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So I did finish that essay in time, and I’ve just come back from a really hilarious (“So, have literature ever turned you on?”) and informative supervision on it. I love my subject; I love the ARMY OF BOYFRIENDS, I love Achilles Tatius’ sly jokes at philosophy’s expense and I love the glee with which Goldhill launches prudish girls into unmentionable subjects. And I think my essay was alright, in the end, though the last hour and a half have shown me how much I overlooked. I haven’t been able to decipher his comments yet, either.

Iolanthe-wise, we’ve another run tonight, another tomorrow, and that’s it: we’re into the technical and dress rehearsals. Tonight could be a stressful evening, but hopefully it’ll be constructive.

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