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And the chronicle of Maya's ridiculous life continues...
Today featured almost no homework time, and 2 trips to the same parking lot in Brookline. The first was to pick up pizza for Hillelethon, which is very much not my sort of thing, but Howie the Horenstein intern was just too pathetic in needing help, so I went to help shlep things beforehand and in theory to help the guy I went with not get lost. Amusingly, this place is right down the street from where dancing is. It worked out. But I didn't get my nap in. Oh well.
Dancing was a lot of fun: at the beginning they played a bunch of stuff that I hadn't done in a while, and a bunch of new stuff from Hilulim, which was either really good or at least "not crap", as Alexis puts it. There were 4 or 5 new dances they did a couple of times each, and they all seemed very doable both in ability level and in Maya-won't-get-sick-of-them-immediately-ness. Impressive, as so much of the stuff from the last few years has been pretty lousy. So it was a pretty happy dancing night. I did a bunch of planning for HaMakor too with Felicia, am nearing making a choice of music and starting my attempt at choreography, along with my papers and the like. The idea is both scaring me and exciting me. I'm looking forward to making the attempt once I start, but starting is going to scare me to no end. I need to create for myself some list of possible formations, which is seeming like it might be a start. And I need to find something interesting to do with Matt, him being the only guy we have.
So while I was discussing HaMakor stuff with Felicia and Samara, this other woman I know comes over and asks if we need more people. Now, in theory it wouldn't hurt us at all, except that she's not the sort of dancer you want in a performance group. I like her, but not for a small performance group. I feel bad thinking this, because I often think of myself as that sort of dancer as well. But HaMakor wanted me. But this girl/woman, whatever I'm supposed to call her, dances very large, and not so gracefully. She knows her stuff just fine, but. So I said maybe, and it was a maybe that pretty much implied no. But I do feel bad. There seems to be no good solution to that problem: either you exclude people who don't work so well, like HaMakor, or you deal with them and the final product is sloppy, as often happens with Brass Ensemble. Alexis somehow manages to take people without background and turn them into good dancers, but she has years and years of dance training and teaching and the like that I don't have. I know better than to think that I could do that in the time we have, especially with someone who has been dancing for longer than I have, and especially when I'm a competent but far from fabulous dancer myself. Which still leaves the question- how does a regular person manage to deal with people who really aren't right for your group, tell them so, and still feel ok with yourself afterwards?
Random piece of women's health advice I got to pass on last night while brushing my teeth: yogurt and cranberry juice and blueberries are good for yeast infections. It was an amusing discussion in its own way, because it came pretty much out of the blue. I hope it helps the girl who was complaining
Today featured almost no homework time, and 2 trips to the same parking lot in Brookline. The first was to pick up pizza for Hillelethon, which is very much not my sort of thing, but Howie the Horenstein intern was just too pathetic in needing help, so I went to help shlep things beforehand and in theory to help the guy I went with not get lost. Amusingly, this place is right down the street from where dancing is. It worked out. But I didn't get my nap in. Oh well.
Dancing was a lot of fun: at the beginning they played a bunch of stuff that I hadn't done in a while, and a bunch of new stuff from Hilulim, which was either really good or at least "not crap", as Alexis puts it. There were 4 or 5 new dances they did a couple of times each, and they all seemed very doable both in ability level and in Maya-won't-get-sick-of-them-immediately-ness. Impressive, as so much of the stuff from the last few years has been pretty lousy. So it was a pretty happy dancing night. I did a bunch of planning for HaMakor too with Felicia, am nearing making a choice of music and starting my attempt at choreography, along with my papers and the like. The idea is both scaring me and exciting me. I'm looking forward to making the attempt once I start, but starting is going to scare me to no end. I need to create for myself some list of possible formations, which is seeming like it might be a start. And I need to find something interesting to do with Matt, him being the only guy we have.
So while I was discussing HaMakor stuff with Felicia and Samara, this other woman I know comes over and asks if we need more people. Now, in theory it wouldn't hurt us at all, except that she's not the sort of dancer you want in a performance group. I like her, but not for a small performance group. I feel bad thinking this, because I often think of myself as that sort of dancer as well. But HaMakor wanted me. But this girl/woman, whatever I'm supposed to call her, dances very large, and not so gracefully. She knows her stuff just fine, but. So I said maybe, and it was a maybe that pretty much implied no. But I do feel bad. There seems to be no good solution to that problem: either you exclude people who don't work so well, like HaMakor, or you deal with them and the final product is sloppy, as often happens with Brass Ensemble. Alexis somehow manages to take people without background and turn them into good dancers, but she has years and years of dance training and teaching and the like that I don't have. I know better than to think that I could do that in the time we have, especially with someone who has been dancing for longer than I have, and especially when I'm a competent but far from fabulous dancer myself. Which still leaves the question- how does a regular person manage to deal with people who really aren't right for your group, tell them so, and still feel ok with yourself afterwards?
Random piece of women's health advice I got to pass on last night while brushing my teeth: yogurt and cranberry juice and blueberries are good for yeast infections. It was an amusing discussion in its own way, because it came pretty much out of the blue. I hope it helps the girl who was complaining