"so, you liked tron, huh?"

Tonight I went to see my friend Alessandra in the TuzerBallet production
"Window to Dance"
It was awesome! They had two guest performers from the Metropolitan Ballet, and an amazing 13 year old pianist, and at the end there was a great modern dance number. I'm so amazed at people who can dance like that, so fluid that you forget they don't dance all the time. As I was getting ready to go I thought "huh, i could do ballet..." and tried some moves.

It did not work. I literally fell flat on my face.

After the ballet Julianna and I went to Cafe Brazil. Love that girl! She's so awesome and sweet. While we were sitting there talking, these 2 guys came over and sat at our table and tried flirting. I'm thinkin they've never tried that before.

-AAAAACCCKKKK-

We had a little inner panic, and when I panic I get a funny accent.

Apparently this has never happened to Julianna, so her eyes got all huge and she froze, so I was trying to be ... nice ... so awkward. Awkward like the moment after they stop singing in musicals, before the dialogue starts.

So... that was funny. They were not suave.

It got me to thinkin about my ballet years... here are some highlights...

Happy birthday!

This little blog turned 3 today!

Happy Birthday!

In honour of the original inspiration,

here's the quote that its name came from:

"Our monks go robed in rain and snow
but the heart of flame therein;
you go clothed in flame and fire
when all is ice within."

- G.K.Chesterton
"The Ballad of the White Horse"

Hope you've enjoyed so far, I certainly have!

Keep reading, my punctuation can only get better from here! =)

much love,

beatrice

wonder of wonders

the co-op i teach at was cancelled last minute because of flash flooding this morning...

...yay!

last night all i could think was "ohhh why can't i get sick overnight, i don't want to teach in the morning i need to get caught up in my own school"

one person will tell you that i was considering breaking my left arm (need the right one, plus if the left is out you don't have to do the harder hand in piano) ... but that's just a... rumor.

King Wes

I sometimes babysit these two kids, Wes and Brooklyn... and tonight while I was over there, Wes decided that he didn't want to be read to, he wanted me to make up a story for him.

Hmm. Ok then. I should be able to do this.

And then the imagination went SWOOOSH. Gone. So as I've been listening to the Narnia books on the way to class, my mind went there immediately.

So I proceeded to tell him the story of Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. He was particularly enthralled with the part where Edmund betrays them for unlimited candy... he said

"Man, Edmund was a dum-dum! All the candy in the world would just make him sick. And throw up!!! and DIE!!!

(pause)

Hey, why didn't they just feed the witch all the candy in the world?"

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Later on in the story he said that the White witch was like this girl in his class who liked to destroy all the nature and all the sandwiches.

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And then, my favorite part... I had just gotten to Aslan's return, and he told me he didn't want Aslan to be king and kill the witch, he wanted King Wes to do it. So with a slight cringe and a whispered apology to Lewis, I proceeded to tell him this alternate ending. Maybe it should be considered for the Narnia movie special features disk?

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And it was then, just as Aslan came back to ... er... talk to Santa?... KING WES appeared, and rode fast all the way to his castle, where he fought back the evil army, and then he stabbed the witch with his fasterthanlightning magic sword! And then he went inside and turned all the statues back into people, and rescued a friendly giant from a big net. And then King Wes bowed to the 4 children and let them borrow Narnia for a while so he could go into space. Because apparently King Wes can jump into space without a ship or suit. THAT'S impressive.

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I love this kid. He's the bomb.

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(check this out... i got a little shout-out over at the beehive)

quothe she, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and then she jumped up and down. like a little girl.

my parents just gave me my suprise senior trip.


wait for it, wait for it....

I'm going to Franklin to meet DR. GEORGE!!!!!!!!!

after 6 years of listening to him teach with all his brilliant teaching skills, I'm finally going to meet him!!!

we're going to the film conference, yeah yeah yeah (please hear this in a Bee Gees singing voice).

if this trip was a superhero... it would be

The Super-Spider-Wonder-Aqua Hulk Bat-Captain

with a little wolverine thrown in there for fun.

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i have this really silly recurring dream, where i finally meet dr. george and i completely freak out like i'm at a rock concert, and then suddenly i am. and it's the 60's. and dr. george is on stage singing, wearing .... white pants, pink shirt, leather jacket, rhinestone bowtie and really funny 60's hair!!! so me and my awesome long flippy 60's hair become a roadie for dr. george (as if i'm not already) and travelled all kinds of places. he played a gig in Walter Scott's house, at Buckingham Palace, on a hill in Germany where people were making sausage...

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it was the worlds best tour.

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and now i get to experience the realistic equivalent of that. on october 30th.

scared of a colour?

i read an essay on aliveness (the author had much more poetic terms for it) recently, and the lady who wrote it said that one of her goals was to do one thing that scared her every day.

this does not mean go handle cobras, walk along the edge of a skyscraper rooftop, or play with knives.

it means to face those ridiculous fears that plague you. you know which ones. the fear of singing in public, of starting a project, of talking too loud or too much, of sharing your life, of a certain colour. these are not you.

so i have a mission.

today i am embracing the colour orange. up until now i have feared this colour. it is too bright, too bold, too reminiscent of traffic cones. but this morning i realised that the things i fear about it are things that i actually love. yet somehow that fear has remained.

why do we cling to these fears as though they are a part of us?

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;

but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

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we can't say that it is in our nature to fear - perhaps in our unredeemed nature, but we have been redeemed. It Is Finished. so when we fear, we are ignoring God's gift. remember here?when we fear, just like when we cease to rejoice, it is as though someone has given us a washing machine as a gift, because they want us to have a better life, and yet we continue to wash our clothes by hand. God first gave us life. and after we messed up, he gave us more life.

so now that we are saved, now that not only our souls but also our lives, the very world we live in is covered all over by His redemption -

do we have any reason to fear?

and closer to the point...

do we have any right to fear?

this embracing life, this casting off of fear - at first glance it does seem humanistic... or even hedonistic. but i believe it to be the opposite. think about it. humanism comes from the idea that man is central. that mankind stands in the center and the entire universe literally revolves around him. God is not in this equation. our lives are our own, and nobody else's.

but our lives are not our own. our lives are God's. they are a piece of his creation, and what is our purpose here but to praise him and to guard his creation against sin? allowing fear into your life is allowing the effects of sin to alter you.

so this is why i am embracing orange today. i may not be able to refute all unbiblical doctrines, i may never save a life, but i can do this. i can fight human nature in this small way.

beloved fool

I must learn to love the fool in me -- the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbour and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.

--T.I.Rubin

in which caroline and i are unpredictable...

this weekend caroline came down for a visit, and we went to smoss park (known as harry s. moss by others) for a bit of exploring.

yeep, squeeep

tonight i had peas, peppers, and pie for dinner. it was tasty.

feeling a bit under the weather (absolutely ridiculous phrase by the way) ... in a really annoying way. my throat hurts, and though i feel like i've a rather high fever, every time i take my temperature (which is often, thanks to the delightfully amusing beep the thermometer makes when it's done. one can't help but try again.) it says i'm actually disturbingly below the normal temperature. as in... 96.8.

sceeeeeeeered!

the tape of love ... sticky stuff.