March 24th, 2008
Let me tell you about a dream I had.
I know, I know: dreams are ethereal. And maybe this one comes because I’ve been watching too much Lost, had ice cream right before bed the night before, and my sub-conscious has a lot to work out. Maybe it had something to do with the poster I saw at my friend Kristy’s house. And yeah: it doesn’t stand up to standard dream-interpretation scrutiny.
I don’t really care. Maybe a dream can be just a dream?
…
I was on an island, and sunset drew near.
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October 12th, 2007
I have a dance performance tonight. We’re presenting a half-hour ballet, the main feature of a night of dining and entertainment. But I wonder if anyone will really take it all in.
There are 19 of us putting this on, and we range in age from about 10 to 70. We have spent countless hours in rehearsal, plus still more time drilling moves and technique in classes. Some of us are still in high school and work extra hard to study and do homework. Others of us are working folk, and a long day at the office is followed by a rushed, cold dinner and a long night at the studio.
We have given up sleep, sacrificed our personal lives (at cost to relationships) and marked ourselves as “different” because we don’t do what everyone else does. We can’t do what everyone else does: we don’t have the time, and quite often we don’t have the energy.
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July 24th, 2007
I’m trying to figure out why I enjoyed the movie/musical Once I saw at the Palm Theatre recently.
It’s a simple story, really: a guy, a girl… love. Music that is the fabric of their lives; music that offers shape, color, texture, and depth. The songs are made all the more beautiful because of the relationships and story they’re steeped in.
I bought the soundtrack the day after watching the movie, and am listening to it as I type.
Why do I like this movie so much?
Falling slowly,
eyes that know me
And I can’t go back.
Moods that take me
and erase me
And I’m painted black.
I thought the characters were fantastic: believable, quirky, real… authentic in an odd way. I found the girl deeply endearing the moment she began walking down the street with her vacuum cleaner.
Glen and Marketa did an excellent job acting their roles. I was unsure if the movie would work, at the start… but I forgot all doubts by the time they got to the song in the music store.
But it’s more than just good acting and excellent music that leave me so moved.
(Warning: spoilers to follow. I’d recommend watching the movie first, then come back and read.)
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