I cannot form nice sentences any longer. For at least another two weeks. It’s all lazy mornings with my pet bunnies and sunshine.
And I have exhausted my English-language skills. They will need these two weeks to recover, I fear. Yup. So.
I produced twenty-one new pages of writing in the last three days at Butler. Altogether, my three final papers clocked in at exactly thirty-three pages.
Eight pages of dance history. Nine for a paper on Nathaniel Hawthorne and his deviant characters and Hepzibah’s shop and the railroad á la Christopher Castiglia and Leo Marx. Sixteen on Emily Dickinson. I say she not only deserves the attention of the postmodern scholarship community, but she also possesses herself a postmodern understanding of language.
If you examine her ideas of death and Heaven and knowledge, you find that her binary oppositions are wonky. Death is connected to absolutes and divinity and comfort. Hmmm.
I wrote a paper over spring break on Emily Dickinson, after reading a hundred and fourteen of Emily Dickinson’s poems. For my final, I researched the current discourse surrounding Dickinson from a postmodernist viewpoint and revised my paper to place it into conversation with the scholarly community.
And that’s what a dance/English major writes at the end of junior semester.
The usual crush of final papers is, well, crushing me. I am happy to report, however, the completion and subsequent printing of one of the three papers still between me and summer vacation. Take that, Nathaniel Hawthorne/Christopher Castiglia/Leo Marx! Yeah, you don’t scare me.
(Summer! Two weeks of freedom! Then nine weeks of research! Then three weeks of an independent study! Then… oh wait, then the fall semester starts.)
I still have to finish my dance history paper on contemporary choreographer Maguy Marin. I finally asked my follow dancers about viewing the works of Marin. The guy down the hall owns Cendrillon. Whomp.
And I have to revise my paper on Emily Dickinson I turned in for my EN 185 class over spring break. Instead of writing another paper, the department head is letting me go to secondary sources to position my argument on Dickinson’s postmodern understanding of language within current discourse. I found the perfect book: Jed Deppman’s Trying to Think with Emily Dickinson. Now I just have to do a semester’s worth of work to revise, since this revision is replacing my second paper.
Ho-hum. It’s back to work after a fried rice break.
Things I have learned:
There is an inversely proportional relationship between closeness to production week/the end of the semester and my attention span.
There is a proportional relationship between Facebook use and attempts at writing papers.
There is a exponential relationship between production week and the average amount of Febreze used.
Cookie dough cupcakes from The Flying Cupcake are very good.
Maguy Marin‘s choreography is extremely difficult to find online or in a library close to Butler’s campus if you are looking for a complete, uncut piece.
Bites of cupcake times three equal failed attempts at finding extant and unabridged choreographic works by Marin.
My dance history paper is not going so well at the moment.
Cinderella, with doll heads
Does anyone know where I can view complete works of Marin? I would love to watch Cendrillon, but at this point, I am not picky.
When I was applying schools, what I really wanted to know was what I’d be doing day in and day out. Thus we have… Anatomy of a Friday. Today’s schedule:
- 8:10 am I woke up late and scrabbled a bit to have breakfast and get to class…
- 9 am Dance history. We all presented our projects. Most groups got really into it and dressed up. Two girls even drew mustaches on to dance the man’s role! One group presented the pyrrhic Buffen’s Dance: There were aluminum foil swords and shields. Oh yes.
(photo from Dances of the Late Renaissance website--click picture to follow link)
- 10 am Work out a bit in the body conditioning room in the basement of Lilly Hall. Go to the library and check out some books for my Irish Literature class. Buy a wrap from C-Club with my Dawg Bucks and have half of it for the first half of my lunch.
- 11 am Physics class. I survived my first test! Now we are just starting a unit on special dynamics. We had what I call a “history moment,” in which the professor introduces each new unit with a bit of history. He asked us who the three greatest scientists were. Can you guess?
- noon Finish lunch. Get ready for ballet class.
- 12:20 pm Ballet technique class.
- 2 pm Modern class.
- 3:30 pm Work in the costume shop.
- 4 pm Read on a bench outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. Go back to the library to return one book and check out three more.
Some of the many benches on Butler's campus
- 5 pm Back into Lilly Hall to run my Student Choreography rehearsal. We finished the dance!! Yaaaaay! This is extremely exciting. Sunday, we will perform it in costume to get the lighting design set. Look for updates on that process in a bit.
- 7 pm Return to apartment. Make a frittata. Eat frittata. Read a bit of Dune–I know, I know. Reading for pleasure. In college. Scandalous.
- 9 pm Grocery trip with a friend across the hall. Have deep and meaningful conversation.
- 10 pm Unpack groceries. Succumb to jaunty yellow bag of peanut M&Ms.
- 10:45 pm Write blog post. Think longingly of sleep.
There are many projects currently revolving around Olivia-world. Things I am doing:
- Student Choreography. Like mad.
- Dance history project. We are reconstructing and presenting a Renaissance dance from Thoinot Arbeau’s Orchesographie. Here’s the dance we are researching, though Irwin Library’s copy isn’t in French. It was all I could trouver.
- A circle and a sweater. I am slowly knitting these two objects. If I continue at my current rate of three rows a week on the sweater and half a round a week on the circle, I’ll be done by the time I graduate from Butler! Go me!
Some of the lace in my lace circle
- Notice that learning Welsh is not included in the list. I admit that sometimes I listen to Learn Welsh podcasts while I work out, but even that has been recently replaced by my ceaseless work on Student Choreography. It’s Art Pepper for me all the way, man.
- Papers. I need to start writing my big research paper for my Irish Literature class. ASAP.
- Cooking. Yesterday I made Caribbean Black Beans from my Moosewood cookbook. Basically, you heat beans in a pan with some herbs, some onion, and a bit of orange juice. Pretty good.