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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Blue moon

A while ago, one of my profs sent all of his students a heads up email about a 3-day workshop in Amsterdam. Free of charge, on the topic "how to write reviews". The basic set-up is watching a dance performance in the evening, and then spending the following day writing a review on it and getting coached by experts. Three days in a row. Whoah! I may have peed my pants a little and replied as fast as I could. I think I actually sent an email that just said "PICK MEEEE", and then sent another one going "Sorry about that, I was in a mad rush, I wanted to make sure I got to you first. So have you picked me yet?". Alas, there was only room for eight people and a couple of days ago I got the "we're sorry to have to let you know" email back. Too bad, I would have loved to go. But on the upside, I'm happy that I found out about it and more importantly that I got excited about it. Cause come to think of it, writing reviews would be a pretty sweet gig. Sure, you'd step on people's toes and as terrible as I am at handling criticism I'd probably end every article with "So in conclusion, it was great. Exactly as great as that other show I saw last week. Basically, everyone's equally good. Unless you disagree. Then you're right too. Please don't hate me xoxox". But I'd learn.
Tell tale sign number 2: I have to do an interview for a school project. And i'm super excited. I read up on the guy, and I'm looking forward to talking to him.
Tell tale sign number 3: at my exam today, the prof said he liked the paper I wrote for his class. It could have done with a bit more theory, but "very pleasant to read and that counts for something too". Because I'm difficult that way I had an initial "But I don't want to be pretty, I want to be smart!" reaction, but really, who am I kidding? There's no shame in producing something that doesn't make people squint & frown. Something that's readable and graspable.
So bottom line: writing is something I enjoy and something I am not terrible at. And just because so many other people say they want to write while very few actually end up taking it to a professional level doesn't make it an unworthy goal to have.

Right now, Joni Mitchell's "Blue" album is playing. A cd I picked up just like I picked up Tom Waits's "Closing Time" , in a "this sounds like someone I should own atleast one album of" mood. I gotta say...good call.

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me

I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - Life is our cause
When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see how you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue.

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am glad you're posting again!

And there are so many avenues to writing, especially with the massive upswing of online ezines and such, that there are ways to, if not profit, as least publish you writing. I promise to read every word.

7:33 PM  
Blogger Sofie said...

That's got to be the perfect comment.

11:31 AM  

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