Spanish, blog posts about goodbyes, fairytale cliches.... you get the idea

Here's another knockout post by blogger Liz... and I haven't even had time to scan her other recent posts, but they look even more promising.

Do you know that feeling when you discover a little written piece of something and you don't have time to read it just then, but you get this little thrill... this little ripple of anticipation as you envision yourself delving into later?

I'm writing part of my final project for Spanish III right now... it's a play [una obra =)] titled "True Love" [Amor Verdadero], about a fairytale prince who awakens a princess from her death-like sleep with a kiss. He discovers, however, upon the return of her consciousness, that she is very indignant about having been kissed and would rather have remained unconscious.

I wrote a short story in English similar to this at some point in junior high. It feels fluffy and fun to revisit the idea. I can't believe how witty I thought it was at the time. Hehe.

I'm getting tired of inserting accent marks into my composition. I'm at the college library and I'm longing for my convertible Spanish keyboard back at home.

Went dancing last night. First time in a while. Since when did some of my friends get so good at leading? I tend to take over if I feel my partner doesn't know what he's doing... how pleasant to discover that he wouldn't let me! Makes me sparkle to think about it.

Also, to tie back to my link from Liz.... plans for working in Spain are looming up ahead....

Debate Time!!!!

I loved my mother's comment so much, I had to publish on its own... and I just gor BACK from Finance Class (thanks, Mr. H!)

In answer to your questions concerning the composer of the score:

Your Mother said...
Marian, This is Bracie's mother chiming in here. She, the busy thing, is off at a finance class. The score was by Prokofiev. I really hate his music for Cinderella, but the music, the costumes, the choreography, the scene all worked perfectly at this production. Tchaikovsky is so lush and flowing and beautiful; Prokofiev is more angular (that may sound weird, but that's how it seems to me) and to me it seems he makes no attempt to *delight* (in the ballets I've seen). But what we saw and heard was very moving, in a powerful sort of way. Gigi, I had so much fun with you ladies! Let's save up and do it again soon! And I think there is a play or 2 at the Seattle Shakespeare Company I am interested in seeing. Go check out their page and tell me what looks good to you.

Love,Your Mother

Mama, you do have a way with words. And the fluid grace of the dances (is 'fluid grace' repetitive? =D) was so captivating, I didn't mind some of the more ...innovative moves, which I thought I wouldn't like.

Which brings me to the subject of modern dance/classical ballet.

I thought I hated 'lyrical' dance. Maybe I still do.

But there were a few elements of Romeo et Julliette that were not necessarily classic-- in one of my favorite scenes; "The Golden Scene," as I called it; Julliette is barefoot (Note the first picture I posted in my previous entry, below). While hair pulled tightly back in buns was uniform, Julliette appears at least once in each of the acts with her hair down. Her mother does as well, in a wild grieving scene in which she throws her head and body around.

That scene was very ...innovative. Yet it was unmistakeably poignant, capturing mourning that grows almost savage. It was another of my favorites. Prokofiev's "angular" (to quote my mother) music fit perfectly.

Debate time!

So what are you?

Are you a lyrical dancer yourself?

Or a classical ballet purist?

Perhaps somewhere in between?

PS. I couldn't resist posting another picture; the last one was so moving. Aren't they beautiful?

Romeo et Julliette

SO happy! I've been pining to go to a ballet for quite some time.

Last Saturday evening, Mom took us to "Romeo et Julliette." I loved every second of it...

Tickets were last minute, and we saw it on one of the last nights!

Dance. So magical...

I'd write something meaningful on the impact of ballet on the human soul, but I'm supposed to be reading Huck Finn...

Gag. I'd rather read Beowulf.

I could have danced all night...

If the title referance didn't ring any bells, please watch the video on Ophelia's blog. PLEASE! Everyone should memorize that song.

Ahem. I love dancing not only for the sake of great musicals starring Audrey Hepburn. I just really love dancing. And today, sadly, is the last day of Ballroom dancing lessons. In honor of this (somewhat depressing) occasion, I'd post some pictures of a Contra dance I attended this summer. The reason I do not post them is that a) Ophelia at The Reluctant Dragon has posted all the ones from my family, and b) Keilah at Looking Through the Lense posted even BETTER ones on her blog.

... Okay, I give in. I'll post a few of each, some from Keilah, some from Ophie. just because I want them to show up here, on this page, in my Locket.

From Kei:
My dear friend (and cousin) and myself.

From our camara: (Keilah, ours are so blurry next to yours, I'm basically advertising your camara!)

Worn out dancing shoes. Hear them sigh. But sigh happily.