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Sunday, March 13, 2011

The sound of my own voice

ECHOOOO!! (CHO-CHO-cho-cho...) 

Hmmm...why do I even try? I know no one reads this thing...but I seem to like the sound of my voice too much. Or rather, the sound of my new Australian Government funded Macbook's (who I have named Jeanette, after the actress Jeanette MACDonald. Clever, eh?) shiny, ivory keys clicking and clacking away as I type. And the smooth and big "trackpad" which is such a high-tech little thing that it lets you do so much that my techie friends think that actually clicking it is labour! 

Ahh, this is a nice sound... 

Now I'm reminded of that myth about Echo and Narcissus. But instead of falling in love with my image and plunging into my death at a lake, I'm think I'm getting alarmingly fond of the sound of my keystrokes. Creepy....
Although... if this "fondness" could last maybe until tomorrow morning when I'd have begun my Bronte-inspired English piece, I could use it for good!! But first, I've gotta stop this Spooks S8 marathon. Should not have just "taken a quick peek". "Quick peek" and Richard Armitage do not go so well together. If only he'd played Rochester...(Though, I'm not complaining about Toby Stephens, mind you.) 

OKAY, focus...time to use the key stroke loving for some work...but maybe after episode 6...


Someday, I will have to resort to this.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Crusing with the ten year olds is hard work.

New dance school. New people. New teachers. New method. New work ethic.

And now I find myself crusing with talented kids years younger than me. I'm not saying I think I can do a better job than any of them (though I wish I could) because I'm not, but I am a wee uncomfortable being so technically behind as they watch me attempt a jazz travel step they've rehearsed countless times before. Red faced mania in that one hour of Tap and Jazz class, I tell ya.

But I'm staying because I want to be good. That school is clearly one of the better academies (I don't even want to think of how bad I now realize that school I belonged to before actually was!) and so, I will soon find myself exhausted and sore before my Saturday afternoons have even begun.

Lots of work to do! And how perfect; the school year has just begun right along with it.



"Nice work if you can get it---and you can get it if you try"

- The Gershwin bruddahs
                                             
I've always loved the Gaynor Minden tag line. :)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

"God, I hope I get it!"

I've just about finished my three hundredth round of belting stuff from A Chorus Line and am still about to click "Play" again. It's a fabulous show and one of the most honest works in theatre history; but its Tony Award-winning goodness is not the reason I've suddenly begun this Chorus Line craze.

I have just sent my first job application. Ever.

The anxiety and the constantly drifting thoughts of "God, I hope I get it!!" robbed me of sleep (though I've composed cute little limericks at 4 am in the hopes of tiring myself) and consumed every other nook and cranny in the Brain of Margaret. In fact, that is why this entry has come to be---distraction.

The application letter was for a 1 week work experience placement at Opera Australia (in the performance area) and, boy, did I screw up big time. You will never believe what an AIRHEAD I must now seem like! I actually forgot to put my contact details in. Sure I emailed it, but I SHOULD HAVE put it on the darn letter!! So that though process went through my head this morning and I'm telling ya, my hands have never sweat so much in my life.

And it gets worse because I had no idea what to do. You know what I did? I added it in the letter and re-sent it with the "I humbly apologize for the lack of information" crap. Now they think I'm disorganized, unprofessional and well... a scatter brained teenager (not that some of these thing aren't true, but they're not supposed to find out yet!).
God, I hope I get it.
I hope I get it.
How many people does he need?

God, I really blew it!
I really blew it!
How could I do a thing like that?

Now I'll never make it!
I'll never make it!
He doesn't like the way I look.
He doesn't like the way I dance.
He doesn't like the way I...
- "God I Hope I Get It" Lyrics by Edward Kleban
Should I have left it?

Saturday, January 1, 2011

A Few of My Favourite Things

The New Year has come and resolutions are flooding the blogosphere! However, I''m not one for resolutions. So instead of brainstorming about the future, I'm shifting my focus (yes, I do possess some) to the smaller, quite trivial things that I love. Here's a little list of what I favour as much as charming "silver white winters that melt into springs" (though not as poetically expressed):

1. Watching the foam smoothly being washed down my arm with water.

2. Holding a new script in your hands before rehearsal, every page crisp and crumple free.

3. Highlighting lines with the highlighter gliding smoothly across the page.

4. Holding the script in your hand after the last show, slight rips on the edges and the corners in small triangle
folds.

5. Fairy floss (aka cotton candy) quickly dissolving into nothing in your mouth.

6. Writing with ink and nibs.

7. Those minutes where my entire room is orange becase of the sunset and the way my curtains spread the
light.

8. Trying to carry a conversation using Year 9 school level Italian with a native speaker.

9. The word 'Champagne'.

10. Biting into pomegranate seeds.

11. Ripping envelopes open

12. Uncoiling my hair from rollers.

13. Looking at someone and knowing you're thinking the same thing.

14. Going out of my way to step on crisp looking leaves on the sidewalk.

15. Doing subtle dance steps in the middle of secondary roads.

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So what's your favorite little something?