he’s gone with the wind

my radio wakes me in the mornings, usually with nice music, but sometimes that doesn’t quite work out and i absolutely hate waking up to bad news (bombs in iraq, suicide attempts in afghanistan, atomic accidents etc.) – today it was just half a sentence and a waft of music, but this combination of “…like the wiiiind” and “partick swayze dead” made it immediately clear that i wasn’t still dreaming and what a rude awakening it was

childhood idols are not supposed to die – i say this quite clearly, i  never fancied him all that much, but he was classic and i cannot remember a time without wanting to watch “dirty dancing” and feeling like anything is possible and having the time of my life

this year’s end of the year death summary will be so sad – it feels like everyone is dying – and even if some are delivered from long suffering like patrick swayze and perhaps also michael jackson, it is still very much like seeing good friends vanish and a part of childhood and teenage years go forever – but i’d be a fool to believe life could go on forever and so yet again we have to say goodbye – and definitely watch “dirty dancing” a lot!

you invade my space

you can dance

you’ve got the moves

me dance pretty one day

so, tonight i will have my first ballet class – i am not too sure about that and expect i’ll behave like a klutz, but i thought i’d at least give it a try – you should always live up to your dreams and ballet has been on the list ever since i was a little girl – i am very excited and maybe this is the beginning of a wonderful, charmed life in the fine arts of fragile dancing – who knows, it might be – things happen – and two years ago i never thought i’d do more than awkward dance moves in a club and that turned out to be totally not true and by now i am part of my very own dance group and do just fine – so ballet really is just one next step

ps: august 21st 2009 – ballet is very nice, gives me sore muscles and a sense of being fragile, pretty and ever so slightly over the top cool, but this class is not so nice, gives me strange pain in strange places and a sense of being clownish, fat and being taught childish dance moves at an age that’s way over the top – so i’ll not quite give up the dream of becoming a prima-ballerina one day, but i am definitely not going to attend this make-belief adults-back-to-childhood, we dance ring-a-ring-a-roses type of class anymore – give my a good choreographer and teacher and i’ll dance anything anyday, but this? – no thank you very much, i’ll stay my way and feel pretty

where the hell is matt?

watching this gives me a bout of itchy feet – the weather can be as pretty and sunny as possible at home, right now, i want to run far, far away, find comfort in pain – oh, slightly off topic, since this is not in fact about a james blunt song, but about my yearning for far away places and around-the-world strayings – even though traveling might just be a pleasure to keep me from trouble and hide my true shape like dorian gray…

90s music – my precious youth

if i don’t get may daily dose of 90s music, i feel sad and strange and funny, so here goes

just a note…

… to say i am absolutely happy and in a fabulous mood – i often enough write, when i am feeling sad and blue, so this is a tribute to being happsy, flippy and bright-eyed – i do feel like dancing and that i shall do

saturday night

oh, i feel eleven and flashy and vibrant with life – no matter how stupid we look, we are dancing away the nights, saturday or whenever

dancing the night away

last night – me, some thrilled theatre crowd, very good music – what else do we need? – oh, space! – and there’s always room to dance at the theatre – o, what a night! – i haven’t had so much fun since, oh well, opening night, but that doesn’t count because that was planned – last night was totally spontaneous and oh so much fun! – i can’t wait for tonight and us to start all over again – till then i’ll just dance my day away…

dancing shoes and graduation dress

o, what a night – first graduation dinner with the parents and my three grandmas at a five star (*****) restaurant, with a deliciously cute waiter – príncipe camarero – then yet another theater premiere – i love opening nights and especially the after-show parties – food, drinks, friends and dancing – dancing the night away in my red dancing shoes, wearing my lovely new favorite dress – bought simply because celebrating one’s own graduation in a fancy restaurant is reason enough