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I have just spent the Easter weekend at home in Wellington with my family.

Over this period of time I have discussed:

• Archetypes versus stereotypes
• Post-World War New Zealand and Japanese relations
• What is art?
• Is pedestrian movement / attempted non-movement dance?
• Are homosexual relationships less inclined to length and commitment?
• The state of present day Romania
• Should milk be put into leaf tea first or second?
• Forcing food on toddlers versus their sense of self and "no"
• Performance Art as a viable option for ex-dancers
• Whether the dance industry would support a business created to document works and
  how performance art documentation becomes part of the art itself
  
• Facebook's new found ability to make or break relationships
• Whether supporting local produce or quality produce is better for the world at large
• Pros and cons of stripping in Auckland versus Wellington
  

I have attempted to:

• Be more helpful around the house
• Spend more time with people and be really present
• Not get too self involved
• Write a poem everyday (as have been for past month or two) BUT most of all - write poems that aren't so insanely personal that maybe I could consider showing some people
• Be a masseuse for the Howards

Amen. He has risen indeed. Nice to be home :)

TODAY

Today, I graduate

NEW NEIGHBOURS, NEW GOAL

Dollar Save (which we live above) was closed for awhile and has now re-opened. I'm really glad, I like Dollar Save, it has served me well for crafts, hybrid costumes and cheesy presents. It means we have new neighbours. And by neighbours I mean they're turning our Car Port (not actually one - generally used for sordid secrets, cigarettes and spirits from the bottle) into some semblance of "home". There is a bed beside the toilet in which Chris and I planned to do many superbly fringe performances. Now instead we have a collection of people who fall asleep in their cars looking into our kitchen (and so they should sleep, they're there on average 20 hours a day), eating Roast Hut, banging loudly and .. sitting on the bottom of our stairs first thing in the morning. Her t-shirt said Love Life.

I have a new goal
It is that every week at my supermarket shop I have to buy something I don't usually buy
It doesn't mean that it has to be some unpronouncable foodstuff from papua new guinea
Can be a new pepper grinder (and god knows we need one)
But it must be bought
And used.
I am sick of everything I cook with.
So this week it is .. the humble parsnip
For some reason parsnips often seem to win rude vegetable competitions
Found a balsamic reduction
Roasted them
Saladed it
Poured the sauce over
Not bad not brilliant either. Probably should have gone for the age old honey-roasted parsnip but wanted to break out.
Still - I say yay for parsnips. Adding them to my diet.

In other news am considering naming my new work 'Karpet, Kraven and Karla Klamidia'
Thank you Molly for 30 fabulous new names
No one else found us funny but that is always the best jokes

I MUST

I have taken to listening to the National programme in the morning while I make breakfast. This morning Kim Hill got a txt that said:
"Kim - who are you after twelve and who were you before this programme began?"
Which made me think
How many dances about the holocaust have there been?

I MUST MAKE DANCE WORKS ABOUT:
the Holocaust

Cutting
Ballet-esque love duet
Grieving with ghostly figure
Dancers in a box
Dancers restrained by ropes
Divorce
Awkward human relations / crushes / secrets
Consumerism
Cultural references
Cross-over street dance / contemporary
Body image issues (how could i forget!)
Returning to the wild/primal
Something over their faces
Wiping off makeup symbolically
Feminism
Lecturing at length in works
Eating on stage
Shaking
Taking your clothes off
Putting your clothes on
Broken hearts
Making a heart shape with your fingers
Falling in love
The state of today's youth
Globalisation
Global warming
Recession
Oil
Death
Birth
Being a teenager
Kiwi culture
Sexuality
Idealism
Tv Culture
Pedestrians crossing at traffic lights
Over-population
Mixing up different dance styles
Women partnering men
Dance being about reach
Surrealism
Desire
Ancestors
anyting to do with birds
Insomnia
Vampires
Food
Superstars/heroes/villains
Futuristic
Meditation
Nothing

Can't think of any more right now, help?
Isn't it a shame when people don't talk?

Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker

International Dance Day Message
2011 International
by ANNE TERESA DE KEERSMAEKER
APRIL 29, 2011


I think dance celebrates what makes us human.
When we dance we use, in a very natural way, the mechanics of our body
and all our senses to express joy, sadness, the things we care about.

People have always danced to celebrate the crucial moments of life and our
bodies carry the memory of all the possible human experiences.
We can dance alone and we can dance together. We can share what makes
us the same, what makes us different from each other.

For me dancing is a way of thinking. Through dance we can embody the
most abstract ideas and thus reveal what we cannot see, what we cannot
name.

Dance is a link between people, connecting heaven and earth.
We carry the world in our bodies.
I think that ultimately each dance is part of a larger whole, a dance that has
no beginning, and no end.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQCTbCcSxis
Still love it. Really excited for solo.

What is the capital of NZ?

Random iq quiz on a website:

WHAT IS THE CAPITAL OF NEW ZEALAND?
a) Wellington b) Timaru c) Westport

classic.

AMAZING NEW MUSICIAN

Today my esophagus clicked.
Too far, body, too far

A stunning spider / bedbug / whale combo

Thank you Mr David Ryan Huggins for a stunning evening .. as always xx

SPIDER

BEDBUG

WHALE

Stalking the Yield

I have taken to stalking people at Mt Albert shops bus stop



And today i taught Dom to plie and rise. Needs to work on his yield.