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:

the air is cold cold cold.

and I must revise my plans.

I did not receive the grant I had applied for last month, which is both annoying and discouraging. I am not making dance work about cultural or personal identity, and I am not working in any kind of absurd stylistic amalgam ("blues meets flamenco," in the case of one grantee), and that got me nowhere with this particular grant panel. so. I don't know.

last night c said, it's just a matter of subjective aesthetics. you can write the most brilliant novel in the world or make a stunning dance piece, and if it's the wrong audience no one could ever know.

(ugh.)

(oh.)