Dreams, ambitions
ba·roque Pronunciation Key (b-rk)adj.
also Baroque Of, relating to, or characteristic of a style in art and architecture developed in Europe from the early 17th to mid-18th century, emphasizing dramatic, often strained effect and typified by bold, curving forms, elaborate ornamentation, and overall balance of disparate parts. also Baroque Music. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a style of composition that flourished in Europe from about 1600 to 1750, marked by expressive dissonance and elaborate ornamentation. Extravagant, complex, or bizarre, especially in ornamentation: “the baroque, encoded language of post-structural legal and literary theory” (Wendy Kaminer).
Irregular in shape: baroque pearls. (dictionary.com)
Morales: my family name.
I am writing my first blog post for baroquemorales tonight, inspired by someone I went to high school with who became a well-known arts writer. Beyond that initial inspiration were long held feeling of holding the mute-button on the voice of my dreams and ambitions. Having an acute sensitivity and at least the basic ability to write, I've been unable/unwilling until now make one's own curious brand of reason and interpretation of the world part of the public domain. I've spent the last six years working a demanding job in the public sector, but for other people, the proof of my productivity is negligibly reduced to several letters of recommendations, several pages of documentation about the work that I do, my resume, etc. I am a well-read, opinionated, articulate, typical 31-year old urban Seattle woman, with some atypical experiences that I want to write before my memory fails me. When meeting people for the first time, it seems that people have a hard time categorizing me, I often get mistaken for the writer/artist at whatever venue I happen to be at, and I have to just explain that "no, I'm just here to see the show, or I know so and so and that's why I am here."
I am here writing with a specific purpose that I hope to fulfill: to write a story about myself that is articulate enough to explain my place in the world. As John Cusak said in High Fidelity "It's not what you're like, but...what you like." "It" being that what interests you, the books you read, the art you notice, the people you know that says the most about you. The blog then becomes a Gen-x method of scrap-booking. Additionally, I've finally come to terms with the fact that I can't just rant about the same stuff I always rant about to the one person that is kind and patient enough to listen each day, Eric Breitenstein. Half the time, I come home from work, all pent up with being a quiet, inconspicuous Program Coordinator at a public institution and start into some diatribe about the cult of women's apparel, homelessness, or the state of civil society in general. I realized that I needed to actually get this stuff down...I was going to say "on paper" but just into some mode of structured production and see where it takes me.
also Baroque Of, relating to, or characteristic of a style in art and architecture developed in Europe from the early 17th to mid-18th century, emphasizing dramatic, often strained effect and typified by bold, curving forms, elaborate ornamentation, and overall balance of disparate parts. also Baroque Music. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a style of composition that flourished in Europe from about 1600 to 1750, marked by expressive dissonance and elaborate ornamentation. Extravagant, complex, or bizarre, especially in ornamentation: “the baroque, encoded language of post-structural legal and literary theory” (Wendy Kaminer).
Irregular in shape: baroque pearls. (dictionary.com)
Morales: my family name.
I am writing my first blog post for baroquemorales tonight, inspired by someone I went to high school with who became a well-known arts writer. Beyond that initial inspiration were long held feeling of holding the mute-button on the voice of my dreams and ambitions. Having an acute sensitivity and at least the basic ability to write, I've been unable/unwilling until now make one's own curious brand of reason and interpretation of the world part of the public domain. I've spent the last six years working a demanding job in the public sector, but for other people, the proof of my productivity is negligibly reduced to several letters of recommendations, several pages of documentation about the work that I do, my resume, etc. I am a well-read, opinionated, articulate, typical 31-year old urban Seattle woman, with some atypical experiences that I want to write before my memory fails me. When meeting people for the first time, it seems that people have a hard time categorizing me, I often get mistaken for the writer/artist at whatever venue I happen to be at, and I have to just explain that "no, I'm just here to see the show, or I know so and so and that's why I am here."
I am here writing with a specific purpose that I hope to fulfill: to write a story about myself that is articulate enough to explain my place in the world. As John Cusak said in High Fidelity "It's not what you're like, but...what you like." "It" being that what interests you, the books you read, the art you notice, the people you know that says the most about you. The blog then becomes a Gen-x method of scrap-booking. Additionally, I've finally come to terms with the fact that I can't just rant about the same stuff I always rant about to the one person that is kind and patient enough to listen each day, Eric Breitenstein. Half the time, I come home from work, all pent up with being a quiet, inconspicuous Program Coordinator at a public institution and start into some diatribe about the cult of women's apparel, homelessness, or the state of civil society in general. I realized that I needed to actually get this stuff down...I was going to say "on paper" but just into some mode of structured production and see where it takes me.
