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Old article about teh internets
May. 30th, 2008 08:19 amHere's something sure to amuse all the sraffies: 19-year-old Ronni enthusing about the glorious anonymity of internet fansites. In appallingly bad prose.
May. 30th, 2008
Old article about teh internets
May. 30th, 2008 08:19 amHere's something sure to amuse all the sraffies: 19-year-old Ronni enthusing about the glorious anonymity of internet fansites. In appallingly bad prose.
Can you really dance to my beat?
May. 30th, 2008 11:51 amWow. Between here and wordpress, I seem to have posted four times in the past 12 hours or so. I blame my boring life.
You'll be convinced of the truth of that statement when I tell you that I've just spent the past hour watching my old video of the 2000 Dance Festival, in which I was a performer. It was a highly amusing trip down memory lane.
Dance Festival, for those who don't know, is an annual event in Canberra. Most of the high schools and colleges participate. It's run by Ausdance ACT, and is one of those 'say no to drugs, kids' events. Think Schools Spectacular, but on a smaller scale. I was in it twice, in 1998 and 2000, and enjoyed the experience immensely, partly because (and I'm not just saying this) our school always had much better choreography and original interpretations of the theme than most of the other groups. It was not uncommon to see our school interpret the year's theme in a particular way (good vs evil, for example) and then see other schools using the same interpretation a year later. One year we did a very Braveheart-y performance, and for years afterwards, other schools would break out the Scottish dancing shoes, the sound of bagpipes in the air.
It was hilarious to see everything, and remember. How the usually sober air of the Canberra Theatre was alive with the shrieks and cheers of rowdy supporters, how every so often a cry of 'Go Katrina!' or 'I love you, Sam!' or whatever would become coherent through the cheering. How Stromlo High always managed to get in a group of shiny, baggy-trousered breakdancing guys, no matter how tenuous their connection to the theme. How every school had maybe one or two really good dancers, and the rest were just there to fill up empty spaces. How we all obsessed over the Eddie's boys and their mad dancing skills. How every year, Hawker College would attempt something dramatically esoteric and some how never pull it off.
Those baggy pants. That group of girls, myself included, attempting to push their way to the front of the stage in the finale. That crazy mix of pop (Freestyler? Thong Song? *cringes*) and hi nrg music (yep, everyone listened to Wild compilation CDs, it seems). Those were the days.
I want to go back there, sometimes. To the days when everything in the world mattered. To the days when life had a soap operatic, melodramatic feel to it. To the days when we were the biggest fish in the smallest of ponds. And I want to give my then-self a good shake. To show her how good she had it. To give her courage. To snap her out of her self-absorption. Before it's too late...
Meanwhile, I shall try to resist listening to Sash! It's clear my taste in music hasn't improved much since I was 15.
You'll be convinced of the truth of that statement when I tell you that I've just spent the past hour watching my old video of the 2000 Dance Festival, in which I was a performer. It was a highly amusing trip down memory lane.
Dance Festival, for those who don't know, is an annual event in Canberra. Most of the high schools and colleges participate. It's run by Ausdance ACT, and is one of those 'say no to drugs, kids' events. Think Schools Spectacular, but on a smaller scale. I was in it twice, in 1998 and 2000, and enjoyed the experience immensely, partly because (and I'm not just saying this) our school always had much better choreography and original interpretations of the theme than most of the other groups. It was not uncommon to see our school interpret the year's theme in a particular way (good vs evil, for example) and then see other schools using the same interpretation a year later. One year we did a very Braveheart-y performance, and for years afterwards, other schools would break out the Scottish dancing shoes, the sound of bagpipes in the air.
It was hilarious to see everything, and remember. How the usually sober air of the Canberra Theatre was alive with the shrieks and cheers of rowdy supporters, how every so often a cry of 'Go Katrina!' or 'I love you, Sam!' or whatever would become coherent through the cheering. How Stromlo High always managed to get in a group of shiny, baggy-trousered breakdancing guys, no matter how tenuous their connection to the theme. How every school had maybe one or two really good dancers, and the rest were just there to fill up empty spaces. How we all obsessed over the Eddie's boys and their mad dancing skills. How every year, Hawker College would attempt something dramatically esoteric and some how never pull it off.
Those baggy pants. That group of girls, myself included, attempting to push their way to the front of the stage in the finale. That crazy mix of pop (Freestyler? Thong Song? *cringes*) and hi nrg music (yep, everyone listened to Wild compilation CDs, it seems). Those were the days.
I want to go back there, sometimes. To the days when everything in the world mattered. To the days when life had a soap operatic, melodramatic feel to it. To the days when we were the biggest fish in the smallest of ponds. And I want to give my then-self a good shake. To show her how good she had it. To give her courage. To snap her out of her self-absorption. Before it's too late...
Meanwhile, I shall try to resist listening to Sash! It's clear my taste in music hasn't improved much since I was 15.
Can you really dance to my beat?
May. 30th, 2008 11:51 amWow. Between here and wordpress, I seem to have posted four times in the past 12 hours or so. I blame my boring life.
You'll be convinced of the truth of that statement when I tell you that I've just spent the past hour watching my old video of the 2000 Dance Festival, in which I was a performer. It was a highly amusing trip down memory lane.
Dance Festival, for those who don't know, is an annual event in Canberra. Most of the high schools and colleges participate. It's run by Ausdance ACT, and is one of those 'say no to drugs, kids' events. Think Schools Spectacular, but on a smaller scale. I was in it twice, in 1998 and 2000, and enjoyed the experience immensely, partly because (and I'm not just saying this) our school always had much better choreography and original interpretations of the theme than most of the other groups. It was not uncommon to see our school interpret the year's theme in a particular way (good vs evil, for example) and then see other schools using the same interpretation a year later. One year we did a very Braveheart-y performance, and for years afterwards, other schools would break out the Scottish dancing shoes, the sound of bagpipes in the air.
It was hilarious to see everything, and remember. How the usually sober air of the Canberra Theatre was alive with the shrieks and cheers of rowdy supporters, how every so often a cry of 'Go Katrina!' or 'I love you, Sam!' or whatever would become coherent through the cheering. How Stromlo High always managed to get in a group of shiny, baggy-trousered breakdancing guys, no matter how tenuous their connection to the theme. How every school had maybe one or two really good dancers, and the rest were just there to fill up empty spaces. How we all obsessed over the Eddie's boys and their mad dancing skills. How every year, Hawker College would attempt something dramatically esoteric and some how never pull it off.
Those baggy pants. That group of girls, myself included, attempting to push their way to the front of the stage in the finale. That crazy mix of pop (Freestyler? Thong Song? *cringes*) and hi nrg music (yep, everyone listened to Wild compilation CDs, it seems). Those were the days.
I want to go back there, sometimes. To the days when everything in the world mattered. To the days when life had a soap operatic, melodramatic feel to it. To the days when we were the biggest fish in the smallest of ponds. And I want to give my then-self a good shake. To show her how good she had it. To give her courage. To snap her out of her self-absorption. Before it's too late...
Meanwhile, I shall try to resist listening to Sash! It's clear my taste in music hasn't improved much since I was 15.
You'll be convinced of the truth of that statement when I tell you that I've just spent the past hour watching my old video of the 2000 Dance Festival, in which I was a performer. It was a highly amusing trip down memory lane.
Dance Festival, for those who don't know, is an annual event in Canberra. Most of the high schools and colleges participate. It's run by Ausdance ACT, and is one of those 'say no to drugs, kids' events. Think Schools Spectacular, but on a smaller scale. I was in it twice, in 1998 and 2000, and enjoyed the experience immensely, partly because (and I'm not just saying this) our school always had much better choreography and original interpretations of the theme than most of the other groups. It was not uncommon to see our school interpret the year's theme in a particular way (good vs evil, for example) and then see other schools using the same interpretation a year later. One year we did a very Braveheart-y performance, and for years afterwards, other schools would break out the Scottish dancing shoes, the sound of bagpipes in the air.
It was hilarious to see everything, and remember. How the usually sober air of the Canberra Theatre was alive with the shrieks and cheers of rowdy supporters, how every so often a cry of 'Go Katrina!' or 'I love you, Sam!' or whatever would become coherent through the cheering. How Stromlo High always managed to get in a group of shiny, baggy-trousered breakdancing guys, no matter how tenuous their connection to the theme. How every school had maybe one or two really good dancers, and the rest were just there to fill up empty spaces. How we all obsessed over the Eddie's boys and their mad dancing skills. How every year, Hawker College would attempt something dramatically esoteric and some how never pull it off.
Those baggy pants. That group of girls, myself included, attempting to push their way to the front of the stage in the finale. That crazy mix of pop (Freestyler? Thong Song? *cringes*) and hi nrg music (yep, everyone listened to Wild compilation CDs, it seems). Those were the days.
I want to go back there, sometimes. To the days when everything in the world mattered. To the days when life had a soap operatic, melodramatic feel to it. To the days when we were the biggest fish in the smallest of ponds. And I want to give my then-self a good shake. To show her how good she had it. To give her courage. To snap her out of her self-absorption. Before it's too late...
Meanwhile, I shall try to resist listening to Sash! It's clear my taste in music hasn't improved much since I was 15.