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This was an interesting Shabbat. It felt quite seperated from the rest of the world, possibly just because I got very little sleep. I'd spent the earlier portion of the night after singing with a ridiculously charismatic bunch of folks. We did a visualization activity (the sort of thing I usually avoid like heck, because they're usually either tacky as heck or scary) that got me kind of shook up, oddly enough. Or maybe not oddly at all. If one invests something with power, than it's going to have power for you- pardon the new-age silly language. It was an interesting experience partially because at first I was really nervous about having any part of it- I basically forced myself to relax. It was worthwhile, I guess. Interesting, certainly. Afterwards, I snabbed
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This was an interesting Shabbat. It felt quite seperated from the rest of the world, possibly just because I got very little sleep. I'd spent the earlier portion of the night after singing with a ridiculously charismatic bunch of folks. We did a visualization activity (the sort of thing I usually avoid like heck, because they're usually either tacky as heck or scary) that got me kind of shook up, oddly enough. Or maybe not oddly at all. If one invests something with power, than it's going to have power for you- pardon the new-age silly language. It was an interesting experience partially because at first I was really nervous about having any part of it- I basically forced myself to relax. It was worthwhile, I guess. Interesting, certainly. Afterwards, I snabbed <ljuser="shorr"> because I wanted a bit of reassurance, as I was doing one of those overly emotive things. But <ljuser="chinchillama"> came with us as well, and one of the other guests as well, a bit later, and it went from me falling apart a bit, mostly over the topic of my recent venting here, to what was a very productive conversation, I think. It was certainly interesting, just in terms of some good reminders, from a source I wasn't quite expecting. Or rather, wasn't expecting at all.
IT did keep me up far too late, but got me a borrowed book to read, "A Return to Modesty", which I've started (although I'll probably put it down for "Weird Sisters", since I need to have that read for casting starting Wednesday, for BORG). It seems somewhat like a rebuttal to a lot of the very pro-sexual-experience feminist stuff I read at another point in my life. I guess it goes to show how little one can really get out of the term feminist. It certainly doesn't seem to have very many denotations, mostly just gizillions of different connotations.
I've been worrying that I'm too pliable in my opinions. It's very easy to just accept what other people think as making sense, when I haven't really thought about a particular issue already. Or to just sort of accept other opinions as potentially more valid than my own. Looking back at myself in much of high school, I can see myself doing precisely that, quite often. I'm trying to be conscious about doing my own thinking at this point. And in that way, associating with steve could be good for me: it gives me something strong to stand up Against. It's similar to the way I associate with say, <ljuser="jessebeller"> or Rob from Philly, although the latter doesn't press about ideological issues, except for modesty/sex stuff (i.e. that I should "loosen up" I don't plan on listening). But that's just Rob.
And randomly- listening to dance music recently, I realized exactly how much harder it is to listen to speach sounds when you understand what's being said automatically enough. Some songs, I know well enough to have a good concept of the meanings of lyrics taht I know- and I was trying to listen for what sort of 'r' the singers were using, and I just couldn't tell. Yes, I Am a speech patholigist/linguist's daughter, quite obviously. I've certainly had similar experiences with English- when I know how something is spelled, and I know the word, I presume that I'm hearing like I see it, even though that is often not the case. (Eg: butter, apartment) I'm thinking that this is the different between being the child of a linguist, and being a linguist. Maybe in my next life... But for now, NEJS is just too darn fascinating.
IT did keep me up far too late, but got me a borrowed book to read, "A Return to Modesty", which I've started (although I'll probably put it down for "Weird Sisters", since I need to have that read for casting starting Wednesday, for BORG). It seems somewhat like a rebuttal to a lot of the very pro-sexual-experience feminist stuff I read at another point in my life. I guess it goes to show how little one can really get out of the term feminist. It certainly doesn't seem to have very many denotations, mostly just gizillions of different connotations.
I've been worrying that I'm too pliable in my opinions. It's very easy to just accept what other people think as making sense, when I haven't really thought about a particular issue already. Or to just sort of accept other opinions as potentially more valid than my own. Looking back at myself in much of high school, I can see myself doing precisely that, quite often. I'm trying to be conscious about doing my own thinking at this point. And in that way, associating with steve could be good for me: it gives me something strong to stand up Against. It's similar to the way I associate with say, <ljuser="jessebeller"> or Rob from Philly, although the latter doesn't press about ideological issues, except for modesty/sex stuff (i.e. that I should "loosen up" I don't plan on listening). But that's just Rob.
And randomly- listening to dance music recently, I realized exactly how much harder it is to listen to speach sounds when you understand what's being said automatically enough. Some songs, I know well enough to have a good concept of the meanings of lyrics taht I know- and I was trying to listen for what sort of 'r' the singers were using, and I just couldn't tell. Yes, I Am a speech patholigist/linguist's daughter, quite obviously. I've certainly had similar experiences with English- when I know how something is spelled, and I know the word, I presume that I'm hearing like I see it, even though that is often not the case. (Eg: butter, apartment) I'm thinking that this is the different between being the child of a linguist, and being a linguist. Maybe in my next life... But for now, NEJS is just too darn fascinating.