chouf ouchouf.

I went to see these guys, Group Freestyle Tangier, performing Chouf Ouchouf ("Look and look again") at the Theatre Royal in Norwich. All I knew about the show was that it featured Moroccan acrobats, so I was really pleasantly surprised when I saw the performance unfold into even more than a showcase of stunning acrobatic talent, but an insightful, thoughtful, funny and finely tuned dance piece and musical collaboration.

I'll have to admit that I have never been to any sort of dance/ acrobatic show like this before, but I really loved it. 

The piece was directed and composed by Zimmermann & de Parrot, and after checking out their site I would really love to see the rest of their stuff. 

http://zimmermanndeperrot.com

sounds of now: may '11

cutest TV couple.

bright.

So there...so there was this woman.


...and she was on an airplane- she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man who she... she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. 


She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. 


And then suddenly there was this...this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry” and apologizing. 


And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...

the good stuff.

I can give you what you want. 

I can make your heart beat short. 

I can make you ice cream 

We could be a sweet team 

Melting in your vice dreams, sport. 

I can be the sauce you crave. 

I can spell what you can't say. 

Chocolate flavour love theme 

Treat the treats you so mean 

Covering your nights and days. 

Let me give you what you'd like. 

I can make your mouth run dry. 

Drink me like a liquor 

C'mon and dip your dipper 

Show me what you're here for, guy. 

I can give you what you want. 

i can make your back real taunt 

Fantastic flavour fancies - 

Sick like Syd and Nancy - 

Wicked as a joyride jaunt. 

  

girls just wanna have fun.

Today was my friends Inga's birthday, so we had a BBQ and a little picnic in the garden. Craig set up his record player to play Cyndi Lauper and Bob Marley out the window. It was a little bit awesome.

Almost as awesome as this video clip, which I only saw for the first time today.

If there was ever a reason to shave off half your hair and dye the rest red...I think I just found it.

in control.

I am in control.

I have been working hard all semester...all year...fuck that, all DEGREE.

If I don't do well, it's because I was incapable of doing well. I'll get what I deserve.

Roughly 40 hours to go before my first exam. I know that it's typical of me to have a panic and a kerfuffle before then. I know that that point will come when I sit back and look at EVERYTHING I have to know, and when I ask myself how much of it I DO know. SO I'm not going to do that. There's no point. All I can do is keep going; there's no point in assessing whether I am already there, because if I'm not, no good can come of panicking, it's not like it's going to magic me some time out of nowhere. At this stage, there is no need for 'time allocation' or planning. It's obvious what I need to do. And I'll do it. And I'm only going to look up when I'm in the clear. When I'm finished with the exam.

This post is boring but reassuring.

Shhh.