choreograph

sister and i were falling asleep to the ballet last evening. nutcracker. who invented ballet? how did it evolve into the weird cultural specimen it is today?

and what makes people want to put all that time into studying the rigors of such a demanding dance technique?

well, that last question is too much why for a proper answer. so we'll leave it.

last week i looked at my diploma from utah state university for the first time. that i have earned this degree is more than a sheet of embossed paper in a cardboard envelope. what it really means is experience and skill and knowledge; but of course the only ways those things really matter are in how i use them.

how am i using them? kicking ideas around on this little blogspot. silently analyzing our kitchen for possible ways to improve its usability. filling out job applications for positions beneath my qualifications. waiting for the pages to turn onto something more colorful.

there's no deadline for figureing out what you're going to do with your life. it'll be my twenty-third birthday tomorrow. i still don't know. there's millions of things to learn, millions of directions to find. places to paint.

but i know i'm not going to be a ballerina. probably not tchiakovsky either.