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oh my... the past 24 hours have just sucked.
Yesterday I went to the theater department to edit for a couple of hours, and when I came out my bike had been stolen, my new bike that I use to get everywhere, that I took forever to pick out, that I adjusted to my size, that cost $500...ugh. Anyways, I had wait around for an hour before the campus police finally got there...deal with the dumbhead police man who can't really do anything...I just want my bike back! Then I get home and Yari calls to tell me that our professor Rosalind Pierson has just passed away. They just found her in her house... It's pretty hard to believe, it just feels impossible that someone who you see everyday, who has taught you so much, who you expect to see many many more times and gain more knowledge from can just one day be gone.
I always felt so connected to her, this incredible woman who at nearly seventy still teaches ballet every day, gives the most incredible feedback, was always telling us stories about all of the historic dance figures that she studied with...We always had our own little Salt Lake connection...she grew up there and actually was in ChildrensDanceTheater long long ago when Virginia Tanner first founded her school...plus she had this kind of this horrible dry, hard to catch but insanely hilarious sense of humor, sometimes I felt like I was one of the few students that got it. Crazy lady. She had this book she was writing about her memories, and she was doing all of this research about her grandparents who were famous actors...I was always so excited to see that book on a shelf one day...and now it's hard imagine what will happen. So...that just sucks...and I had class over at ACCAD this morning so I wasn't able to go to any of the group gatherings at the department and really deal with it in that way.
*sigh* Also this morning, when I was leaving my apartment there was a man sleeping in our stairwell...it's so hard, this happened last year too...when it starts getting cold and wet we have to start locking the building door. it's just hard because for me it's a safety issue...the man who slept there last year was pretty agressive when my neighbor confronted him...(who knows what that means, but man, if you're trying to get down your stairs and you have to step over someone i guess you have to have some kind of confrontation) Anyways I just feel like I'm another one of those people that gets to lock the building door and not have to think about him anymore while he has to find another way to stay out of the cold rain ...the privilage is very real to me right now...but what can I do? mope about it on my laptop in my big fat warm apartment...
besides the suckiness life is really good, I'm a really lucky duck and this quarter is pretty mellow...in fact this whole year should be pretty mellow. Mostly I'm just trying to get all my shit together for my project...which means travel logistics, FAST. I'm leaving for London on Nov 10th from there to perform in Tunisia for a couple days, I'll be back on the 18th...Then prepare like crazy for the Costa Rica project with Norah...I'll be in San Jose for that December 9-19...
yikes, this weekend I really need to be productive. and get my bike back.grr.