"It's back to that classic, age-old struggle of Swing Dancing versus Lego. And I have to ask myself, which makes me more content. And the answer is both!"
That fairly highlights my dilemma this semester. Unfortunately I won't be able to take my swing classes this semester because of a Tuesday night Robotics lab. So I'll be sacrificing Swing Dancing to build a Lego, robot car, which in my mind is a pretty fair trade-off and I'll have to find other ways to get my weekly Swing fix. Hopefully it works for the best!
I think I've mentioned this to some people, but for everyone else this Thursday and Sunday I will be performing with the LA Philharmonic at the new Disney Center with my choir. Needless to say I'm thrilled to participate in such an awesome event and it will be interesting to see and perform in. The event has been sold out for months now (so no hope in finding tickets) for both shows. We'll be performing Berlioz's Tristia which has three parts to it and is all in French. I've come to realize how much I dislike singing in French. Compared to the other languages we sing, French is in a league of it's own. But fortunately it's not a very long nor difficult piece. We're having our first dress rehersal there tomorrow and after the performances I'll recount all the details for you.
On a closing note, I've found that my dreams have been very random and disjointed recently. Last night was a great example of the randomness of my thoughts. In most of my dreams, dialogue doesn't really exist. There are times when I speak or people speak, but they are so much words as they are meanings that get conveyed. I don't hear someone talk about a particular subject, rather I see their mouth move and inherently know the purpose behind it. (Hopefully that didn't confuse too many of you) Last night, however, I heard one particular line of dialogue that was so random and off the wall that nothing made me forget about it (I'm one of those people who forget their dreams the instant they wake up). So to conclude today's entry, is an honest-for-real line from my dream:
"I’m going to go home and yogurt myself!"
Goodnight folks!
That fairly highlights my dilemma this semester. Unfortunately I won't be able to take my swing classes this semester because of a Tuesday night Robotics lab. So I'll be sacrificing Swing Dancing to build a Lego, robot car, which in my mind is a pretty fair trade-off and I'll have to find other ways to get my weekly Swing fix. Hopefully it works for the best!
I think I've mentioned this to some people, but for everyone else this Thursday and Sunday I will be performing with the LA Philharmonic at the new Disney Center with my choir. Needless to say I'm thrilled to participate in such an awesome event and it will be interesting to see and perform in. The event has been sold out for months now (so no hope in finding tickets) for both shows. We'll be performing Berlioz's Tristia which has three parts to it and is all in French. I've come to realize how much I dislike singing in French. Compared to the other languages we sing, French is in a league of it's own. But fortunately it's not a very long nor difficult piece. We're having our first dress rehersal there tomorrow and after the performances I'll recount all the details for you.
On a closing note, I've found that my dreams have been very random and disjointed recently. Last night was a great example of the randomness of my thoughts. In most of my dreams, dialogue doesn't really exist. There are times when I speak or people speak, but they are so much words as they are meanings that get conveyed. I don't hear someone talk about a particular subject, rather I see their mouth move and inherently know the purpose behind it. (Hopefully that didn't confuse too many of you) Last night, however, I heard one particular line of dialogue that was so random and off the wall that nothing made me forget about it (I'm one of those people who forget their dreams the instant they wake up). So to conclude today's entry, is an honest-for-real line from my dream:
"I’m going to go home and yogurt myself!"
Goodnight folks!
posted by Chris Burzlaff @ 1/21/2004
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