Last night
Jul. 1st, 2001 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaMy first time learning bellydancing was very sweaty and physical for something that doesn't seem hard. It's gotten to the point that I hear different songs ("Like Cockatoos" and "Ostia" seem to be big ones) that sound good to belly dance to, coordinating them with the admittedly small reportorie of movements I learned.
Creativity seems to be the key word, getting over some major scenes in my novel, finishing the rough demo of my songs, biking up and down Isla Vista. On the other hand, I am cramped and don't feel up to going to the Chancellor's Reception. I wonder if I should take more advantage of the Institute--sit in on a few classes during free periods, go to lectures, see free movies, actually start conversations. I don't know how actually. "Excuse me, are you going here for the conversation analysis classes or the courses in Chinese corpus linguistics?"
If academia is as focused on who you know more than what you know, I am fucked. I have no razzle-dazzle names to throw around, and while I am interested in certain things, I have yet to do actual work in them, although I read a couple of journal articles, as if that matters. I just want a profession where I can do stuff I like, and make at least enough to pay bills. I bitch about jobs like the telemarketing job, but if that is what takes. Actually, maybe I should push harder for scrubbing floors--no one bothers you when you're doing cleaning work, or insults you for washing the bathroom sink. Sure. Like I get one with my housekeeping habits.
Creativity seems to be the key word, getting over some major scenes in my novel, finishing the rough demo of my songs, biking up and down Isla Vista. On the other hand, I am cramped and don't feel up to going to the Chancellor's Reception. I wonder if I should take more advantage of the Institute--sit in on a few classes during free periods, go to lectures, see free movies, actually start conversations. I don't know how actually. "Excuse me, are you going here for the conversation analysis classes or the courses in Chinese corpus linguistics?"
If academia is as focused on who you know more than what you know, I am fucked. I have no razzle-dazzle names to throw around, and while I am interested in certain things, I have yet to do actual work in them, although I read a couple of journal articles, as if that matters. I just want a profession where I can do stuff I like, and make at least enough to pay bills. I bitch about jobs like the telemarketing job, but if that is what takes. Actually, maybe I should push harder for scrubbing floors--no one bothers you when you're doing cleaning work, or insults you for washing the bathroom sink. Sure. Like I get one with my housekeeping habits.
