screaming wild

updates on life

I gave my conference talk today and it went very well and I had a good time.  I’m now thoroughly conferenced out and ready to go home and back to dancing a lot and nannying an eight month old.

I’m going to post the whole text on my website (because I mean who is going to steal this work?  I want to meet the person who is going to steal this work) so if you, you know, couldn’t pay the $250 conference attendance fee, you can read it, if you want.

teaching an adult beginner contemporary dance class is the other very best part time job, in addition with this nannying gig.  I continue to be impressed at how brave people are.

In other news, here is Lesya Paramanova via susie bubble.

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Upcoming events:

I will be speaking at the Canadian Society for Dance Studies 2012 Conference on Collaborations, in partnership with the Festival TransAmériques on June 2nd.

I will also be speaking at Trampoline Hall on Monday June 4th, curated by Steve Kado.

I am teaching a series of Adult Beginner Classes starting on May 4th.  Info here

I am also working on making work.  That will come later.

xoa

being poor and feeling rough

In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come, but only to those who are patient.
— rilke is for days when I learn things

1. Go through your piece and flip the gender of your descriptive phrases’ subjects. Are there any that sound ludicrous as a result?

Descriptions of musicians’ looks are just the tip of the iceberg here. Let’s play a game: Could you imagine the following phrase being written, never mind getting through an editor and being published in a major newspaper:

‘Without straying too far off the indie grid, he’s the perfect antidote to Bon Iver-Radiohead overload—dare we say, a skinnier Damian Abraham, a more stable Kurt Cobain?’

No, of course not. Because a) it’s just a jumble of names, b) just how big is this ‘grid,’ and c) mocking the ‘stability’ of someone dead after a life marked by turbulence is outright gross.

What haunts me is not exactly the absence of literal space so much as a deep craving for metaphorical space: release, escape, some kind of open-ended freedom.”
-Naomi Klein
— (via shit-girls-say)