Thou art a Plebe.

So, rill quick, I wanted to share what we've been doing in my ballet class. We watch videos of ballets most of the time. Here are some of them:

Petrouchka:
A story ballet in which a puppet master with a wedding-cake for a hat makes three puppets-- a moor, a ballerina, and a clown (Petrouchka) dance around for eager villagers. The wedding-cake hat makes Petrouchka beat the moor with a stick for holding the waist of the ballerina as part of the act. Afterward they all three hold hands and jump up and down for the rest of the performance. Later, Petrouchka is shoved into his dark empty room, where he dances floppily around, explaining his disdain for wedding-cake. In comes the ballerina, which causes many leaps of ecstasy from P. until she just leaves, then P. continues to shake his fists at wedding-cake. Later we were told that the ballerina puppet had been fooling around with the moor puppet, and a broken-hearted Petrouchka is killed by the moor. The P. dancer did a good job looking floppy like a puppet. Kudos. Music by Stravinsky.

Les Sylphides:
Fokine's tribute to the Romantic period of ballet, so there was lots of floaty port-de-bras and the ubiquitous 3/4 length skirt. In this, a poet stands arm-in-arm with two pretty ballerinas in floaty white tutus, while the corps patters around en pointe in slow flurries. Then the pimp of a poet comes out and dances around with his main squeeze, then his other squeeze, trading off until they all get sick of each other, while the corps continues to flutter around. Chopin's music.

Spectre de la Rose:
A young girl returns from her first ball holding a large, red rose. She falls asleep and the rose turns into a trim guy in a pink unitard (the original costume was made of real rose petals) who proceeds to dance around in her dreams while she sleep-dances sort of on the side. The flower guy ends up jumping out the window.

Dying Swan:
A short solo Fokine wrote for his friend Anna Pavlowa to the music of Saint-Saenes' The Swan from "Carnival of the Animals". Basically she tiptoes around waving her arms around like fluid wings. It's actually kind of cool. When I saw it at the Ballet Trockadero do Monte Carlo, the tutu was a bunch of white feathers that fell off as he danced around.

L'apres-midi d'un Faune:
(The afternoon of a fawn) In which a fawn is reclining on a little hill and watches a group of nymphs that come to bathe in a little pool. One nymph starts to undress but stops when she sees the fawn right behind her. They dance together for a little bit, until she gets fed up with him and she and her nymphs-in-waiting slide off. She leaves her scarf on the ground, so the fawn picks it up and fools around with it until the dance is over. It started a riot back in the day when it premiered because the fawn supposedly starts really messing around with the scarf, pretending it's the nymph, but we watched it, and it doesn't really look like he's doing anything truly scandalous. What makes it really interesting though, is that it's danced in 2D if you can believe it...they never move forward and walk around looking somewhat like Egyptian wall paintings. Also, instead of what you would really consider ballet, it's mostly walking around on their heels with their arms waving around. But it's still very pretty. Debussy's music-- very cool.

Here 'tis if you're interested. Viewer discretion somewhat advised.



Lilac Garden:
This one is about a chick who's about to get married to an older rich man. She has a lover who is a soldier, and her fiancee has a mistress whom he used to be very fond of and who is still in love with him. They all get together for a little garden party (then the marriage), and there is a bit of scandal going on (-ish). The mistress sort of flirts with everybody, especially the soldier guy, but is really only interested in the fiancee. The guy who choreographed it, Antony Tudor, is/was famous for "psychological" choreography-- in which you can really tell exactly what everyone is thinking and feeling by the way the dance. And you REALLY can! This is probably the most beautiful bit of ballet I've seen so far. Yes. Since you really MUST watch it, and the embedding of the videos have been disabled, follow these links:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=d4v1vA1NcBg (part 1)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Wt8cJSLioKs&feature=related (part 2)
It's about 17 minutes total, very beautiful, and very sad. Watch it.

Speaking of men dancing in feathers up there...this is from a version of Swan Lake choreographed and produced by a wealthy gay choreographer. I actually really like the choreography for the Pas de Deux (French for "Step of Two"), which is probably one of my favorites out of what I've seen.



Here is the original if you are interested. It's really pretty cool. Ignore the silly corps dance. Skip to 3:22 for the good part. Actually it's a little painful because the Russians like their tempos dang slow. This is the slowest I've actually ever seen it, but in the faster one I saw, the sound didn't work. Try to enjoy, tis quite beautiful really.



My second favorite pas de deux is from Le Corsaire. Here's a bit of it: (it's awesome!)



More later (not on ballet though, I promise)!

Dead Goat Singing in the Dead of Night...

...Kissed the girls and made them cry...

I'd cry too if a dead goat kissed me.

Aside from that, I have much to tell of! Let's begin with last Saturday, which was my second field trip for my Geology lab. We left at 8am and drove to a very secluded location in the middle of the fog, which was a very pretty spot, and talked about the Cucamonga Fault, which happened because of the pressure bends in the San Andreas Fault. After that we drove a ways to the Mormon Rocks, which are called that because the Mormons stopped there for a while on their way out of San Bernardino, which they founded. There was a brief interlude of bad Mormon jokes on behalf of the students, the main one being that there were creepy Mormon-creatures living in the miniature caves in the rocks. Jokes aside, the formation was pretty awe-inspiring. It was a great mass of light orange, almost vertical-facing rocks that had been pushed up. A train track ran through the formation, creating an empty passage that felt very "old-west". A guy that looked eerily like David Wechter but was a thousand times less cocky had a conversation with me about cameras and photography and the like. It was interesting, and I think he sought me out because we were both there with old cameras with safari-inspiring straps. He also wants to be a cinematographer. Here's a picture of the rocks I didn't take:



After the Mormon Rocks we drove up to the snowy mountains where it was surprisingly hot and looked out over the massive fog-filled valley and talked about how to find gradient, relief, and the plethora of Palona schist rocks that covered parts of the mountainside. There were quite a few jokes about that too, as you can imagine.

We then drove quite a ways through the windy mountains to Devil's Punchbowl, where it was very hot. This was a rather amazing syncline with rocks similar in appearance to the Mormon Rocks. A little river ran through the bottom and rock climbers dotted the walls of the pit.
Here's another picture I didn't take :

Afterward, we got back on the bus, and to everyone's dismay, went further from Long Beach to look at some famous road cut where a very spectacular sample of metamorphic rock could be seen. It looked swirly and cool, but everyone was very disgruntled that they had to be carted an extra half hour out of the way and awoken from their naps. I didn't even bother to take my camera, which is kind of a shame now that I think about it, but I found a perfect picture on the internet, so...


We finally took the three-hour busride in the semi-rain and near-gridlock traffic back to Long Beach, arriving about two hours after we were supposed to, so Charles Fair let us take the test home to do, which was rather exciting, except that I just finished it and it's due in one hour. :0

Sunday was a very nice testimony meeting, I bore mine, which I haven't done in a very long time. At Break the Fast I talked to a guy in our ward who has cerebral palsey and is an aspiring film maker. I offered him my semi-skill in camera crew if he ever needed me. Then we all came home and made waffles. Robert and Justina got Kevin to put peanut butter on his, which is gross. I did not succumb. We then just hung out, and Robert found a very funny video that you must watch, even if you've never seen Star Wars, although I'm more than sure everyone reading this has.



Monday we got our tests back in Archaeology and I got a 92! I can't believe I was so worried about failing it. Dr. Scotton said he'd never been so happy after finishing a pile of the first tests of the semester. I had a lecture at 4 by my archaeology teacher's good friend, a native Greek, about the digs they are doing in the lower town of Mycenae this and last summer. It's pretty exciting, since this very well could prove to have several breakthroughs in Mycenaean history and the only two colleges working on it are Dickinson College (in Greece?) and CSULB, thanks to Dr. Scotton (my teacher)! It's pretty cool.

Tuesday, after I finished my Geology "not lab" test in 15 minutes feeling on top of the world, I had an advising meeting with my department head, and we talked about how cool Dr. Scotton is and how easy it really is to get into the Greek and Roman World classes that go to Greece and Italy in the winter. I then told him I wanted to double in Greek and Roman Civilization studies and he said that was a pretty good idea and that the plan I have laid out for it is a really good one that he never thought of before (at least in terms of how to balance the Greek and Latin classes). I left feeling pretty excited.

After that I asked Kevin if he would answer the model call that's lasting for a couple of weeks. I told him I would do it if he did, but he just dared me to do it and refused to because he thinks he would lose all his friends. So I wandered around carrying my $6 Payless heels in the Student Union looking for the room but couldn't find it. Kevin didn't win though, because I'm going to try again next week.

I then met up with Kevin and we went to part 2 of the lecture "series", which was this time on the theories of human sacrifice in Ancient Greece. Basically, there were a few cases of ritual human sacrifice back in Mycenaean/Minoan times, but these cases were rare, and stopped in reality in the Geometric Period but increased in rumor after that, causing all the confusion. It was a very interesting lecture, and made me even more excited for my new major.

At 7 Kevin and I went to choir, where class was only held for half the time due to the fact that our non-Carmina Burana music hasn't arrived yet so we didn't really have anything to practice. We did a mock run-through of the whole deal, and Dr. Vail imitated the soprano for all her solos, which was very humorous, because that's just the way he is.

Today my class was canceled because of the two extra lectures, so I slept in until 10:44. I made myself a bagel, two scrambled eggs, a banana, a glass of OJ and milk for breakfast. Filling and healthy. I have ballet in an hour, and I have to go make sure my Geology test gets in before the deadline, so now I will take my leave.

oscars, and pictures of my own

The Academy Awards were just on, out of twenty-two categories (did I count right?) fifteen were ones I 'voted' for-- as if it would count. I'm very glad Juno won best original script, I thought it was very clever indeed.

Anyway, since I have no way of making my own movies right now due to inadequate/outdated hardware, and since I've been a little more into photography lately anyway (since I have the means for that), I've decided to share (with thanks to Kevin's scanner) some of my favorites. I hope you'll like them :)


I really like how shadows are accented with black & white film... This was taken at Leucadia, probably my favorite CA beach so far.


Guajome Lake Park, the first picture I took to test out this close-up setting. It turned out really well, I say.


This is probably my favorite that I've taken so far. Even though it's blurry, I like the old-timey feel of it. Those are Kevin's feet, by the way. And Leucadia sand.

So Kaitlin came down from Idaho. I just saw her standing there like this and it was so...poetic? You can tell she misses California. Kevin's brother Thomas was in the corner of this one doing karate moves and/or model poses (as he was in a lot of the Leucadia shots, actually), but I edited him out of this one. The ones that I actually took of him were really good but didn't turn out well because of the light.


I just really like this one. The foam was at the edge of the tide-reach (if that's a term), but it slipped away just as I took the picture.


This was the last exposure on the color roll that was still in my camera from before. I love the light and how Kaitlin is hanging over the surf just before it overtakes her. I don't like the pink discoloration in the bottom right-hand corner though.


I really like the ivy and the stone wall and the white "marble" bench. They make for a nice combination. Taken in the "valley" on the Irvine's ranch.


Another shot in the "valley". It was too picturesque and interesting to pass up.


This is underneath Portugese Cove somewhere on the Palos Verdes peninsula a few minutes from Long Beach that my Geology Lab went to on our first field trip. It was very Mediterranean-feeling, so I loved it of course.


I'm so glad you can see the moon in this one, as that's pretty much the focus of the photo. 'Twas almost a full moon then, I think.

I like how the huge bent branch leads right up to the hollow-type thing in the tree. It's almost a perfect setup in that department.

This one was taken somewhere at Guajome Lake park off the 76 between Bonsall and Oceanside. I don't think the shadow cast across the path is very good, but oh well. It was sunny.


Okay, so that's Thomas jumping into the air. I like that he's directed as the focus of the photo by the tire tracks, as that pretty much happened happened by accident. The sand is a little busy with all the footprints, but all in all I really like this shot. There was a profile I took of Thomas next to the cliffs, sort of in the style of a vintage shot in Vogue of some old actor or "somebody". I'll say "I knew him when".

Kevin learned to tie a double-Windsor knot in his tie today and is doing it over and over again in front of the mirror to commit it to memory. I have to do some last minute studying for my Archaeology test tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes I guess.

Settle down, children. It's time.

So I'm not married. But as many have pointed out to me, one doesn't need to be married to have a blog. So here I go.

After the crumminess that was my Friday, my mom and I wanted me to have a better Saturday. I was blessed at the train station with a crinkly $20 bill "To help you have fun" mom said. When I got back to my apartment, Kevin was in a terrible mood, so I proposed a walk to CVS. He consented, so off we went. I got my two rolls of film developed (one black and white, one color) and a bottle of temporary hair dye in Auburn (a vague description indeed). We stared at random products until the film was done then began our journey back home.

Half way there it began to rain. I pretended I every sentence I spoke was one from a nineteenth-century Reader. It was fun until I couldn't think of a word for "a walk" that I hadn't already used. So I gave it up. After that we stopped near the ancient Native-American burial ground to rub dandelions on our chins to see if we were in love. My chin turned a bright yellow while Kevin's was more of a "jaundice" yellow (his own term mind you) because he didn't rub very hard. Needless to say, we were both in love.

In the neighborhood somewhere we stopped to laugh at a sign someone had posted on their front door: "Do not disturb-- Meditation in progress". I cautiously made my way up the person's walk to take a picture with my phone as quickly and slyly as I could, and we both ran away laughing.

When we finally got back we made mac & cheese (a tasty meal on any day you get wet). I then dyed my hair while Kevin practiced his saxophone. If he wasn't so good at it, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to tolerate it as well as I do. Kudos to him.

Now (even though we're not married! And we haven't been tagged!) Kevin and I are going to do that thing that's all the rave right now on blog thingies. Here goes:

1. What was I doing 10 years ago?

Kevin: I was in fifth grade, hanging out with Charlie and Shaun, by the tires on the playground. We walked around the track a lot. Whenever we sat down by the tires we talked about weird dreams.

Shannon: I was 8, counting down the days until my 9th birthday and asking my mom how many were left about every other minute or so. I remember her getting annoyed. I was also learning how to play handball and learning to hold my breath for 30 seconds, sing 'Happy Birthday' backwards, and other important things.


2. Things On My To Do list?

Kevin: Practice, finish Shannon's song, finish Zelda Medley (ew, says Shannon), finish tenor sax quartet, and then get some cookies.

Shannon: Pass my Archaeology test on Monday, finish editing my dress straps, do the dishes (ugh), take the trash out (sick), get food maybe, do my dumb laundry!


3. Bad Habits

Kevin: Making a mess, not putting things back where I get them, being late occasionally (always, says Shannon :D), and not practicing as much as I should.

Shannon: Putting off laundry til after the last second, not showering every single day sometimes, procrastinating semi-important things, listening to the same songs over and over again. BAD posture!!!


4. Places I have Lived

Kevin: San Diego, CA; Okinawa, Japan; Fallbrook, CA; Long Beach, CA

Shannon: Fallbrook, CA; Long Beach, CA. Tres exciting.


5. Things Most People Don't Know About Me
Kevin: I'm gay. I'm just kidding. I'm romantic. I have ADD-- I AM Attention Defficit Dissorder.

Shannon: I have a fetish for movie montages. I sing (and talk) in weird voices. A lot. I secretly love it when people ask if my hair is dyed (only now it is! :( boo) and/or say my hair is pretty. I don't like food but I love to cook. I want an Oscar, but I don't deserve one yet. I want to talk to George Lucas. AND, I plan things WAY too far in-advance. Like my wedding reception. And classes for my senior semesters.


Kevin wants me to go put my laundry in. I suppose I will. By the way, if anyone wants to give me a digital camera, it will make for a much more interesting blog!

Note: Please ignore the following photograph. It's completely irrelevant and was actually put here like two years after this entry was originally posted.