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Friday, November 09, 2001

 
so it was very frustrating yesterday after i spent an hour trying to write on the family blog page my worries and thoughts on the 'war on terrorism' and i clicked post and publish and the entry was gone followed by a message that the page server was down or something like that. dunno about this internet stuff. i've been thinking about my schedule next semester. a couple options:
mod. comp. lit. seminar (2 credits)
bio 2 (pass/fail)
intro jewish mysticism (audit?)
beginning russian (i especially like this option if it seems like it might work that i could go this summer after poland and study with this dance company in ekaterinburg, a city in siberia near the ural mountains. i saw them perform in lithuania and they were really good. i also heard that two girls this past summer got a grant from swat to spend the summer traveling the trans-siberian railway route--maybe two weeks on the train then 3 or 4 dancing? maybe i could find someone else to do it with me...i'm cooking...)

another option:
same first two
existentialism (instead of doing the seminar later on--audit/passfail?)
some kind of directed reading in dance, improv, creative process and education with a practical component of developing my own improv class/creative warm up--ways of opening up ourselves to the huge amount of energy within us and connect into all the moving processes in the world

dance classes: lecoq dancetheatre workshop (two 3-hour evenings), yoga 2, african repertory? drumming?
chorus?
my dance with cynthia is going pretty well--the other evening we painted with housepaints, two blues, coral, white, light yellow---jackson pollock style but with rubbing and dipping leaves like chocolates.

dipping leaves like chocolates
cotton candy blue crisp light
laying imprints on the sky
split and part a substance
just for a moment
and the mark's on the leaf
dripping and wholly blue
except for the stem in my fingers


posted by Liza 9.11.01

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