Lets have a real talk about public speaking

wpid-20150427_151853.jpg TLDR: No matter how I prepare, I can't help but want to curl into a tiny ball and pretend the earth doesn't exsist.

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I have a problem, and that problem is centered around not being able to give a presentation to more than 3 people who I don't know without falling apart.

I had to give a presentation on flute basics at Uni for the year below me. Now it's safe to say that I know quite a bit about basic flute stuff (at least you'd hope so considering it's been my primary instrument for like 12 years (side note, my god that's a long time. If my flute was a child, they would be in year 6 D:)). I'd been rehearsing what I was going to say, and felt fairly confident that this would be the day that I can confidently talk without feeling awful because this subject is my jam yo!

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I was quite wrong. I mean, I said everything I needed to, and I'm pretty sure I explained things fairly well, but I was feeling like a bit of a mess afterwards.

I think the weirdest thing is that this doesn't extend to performing or rehearsing. Put me in front of a class full of kids with some instruments, sheet music and a baton, I can talk confidently for years. Take away that rehearsal environment, I have absolutely no hope.  Likewise, if I'm in a performance setting introducing a piece of music is the most nerve-wracking part of the exercise.



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It's funny, I never had this fear as a child, in fact I used to love giving presentations right up until my senior years of high school (my english teacher kind of ruined all of the english things I used to be good at/ love doing except reading books)

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The fact that it takes me out of my comfort zone is the reason I do these things. The direction I'm looking at taking at the moment is centered around academic stuff, and part of doing all the academic stuff is doing both formal and informal presentations. I figure the only way to get over it is to keep on doing it despite the way I feel.

In other news I did the thing and made a facebook page for my blog! (It'd be super cool if you could go like it and stuff. Even cooler if you shared it!) As well as posting my blog posts there, I'll also share other photograph type things I do, feminist stuffs, probably quite a bit of music and maybe the occasional unsexy selfie.

Grumpy Cats and Orange Rainbows

wpid-pict_20150415_165759.jpg So, you know how I took that trip to Kiama down on the south coast? Well, near Kiama, there's a place called Berry, which is a little tourist town with some fabulous shops along the main street. Now, there are two shops in particular which are completely awesome. Those are the fabric stores. I may have hit up both of them, and I may have purchased too much fabric (so much for using up the fabric I already had!)



I bough the fabric for these shorts at a quilting specialty shop which was off the main road (I bought some other fabric there too, but i haven't used that yet). This fabric is covered with angry stylized watercolour cats. It was just too fabulous not to make into shorts with heart pockets.

This is the outfit that I wore during the day yesterday for my super cute busking sesh with my band Vanishing Shapes. (We filmed the first few songs of our session, which I'll be uploading to our youtube channel later this evening.(We're also going to upload more frequently, so if you love our kooky folk sound, you should totes subscribe))


Now, the main reason we busked yesterday was as a warmup for our gig in the evening with Spencer Scott, Thrasher Polka and The Dead Maggies, which is also the reason you're getting 2 outfit photos today!


We had such a blast playing with all of these fab musicians and I suggest you check them all out!

Spencer Scott is simply a boy with a guitar, singing about life, and what wonderful song they are. His performances are always super fun, super energetic, and the two times I've seen him, he's left myself (and the rest of the audience) full of the feels.

Thrasher Polka make music that sounds like their band name. They are a folk punk band, and although their music isn't compositionally the most brilliant, their performance more than makes up for it.

Finally the Dead Maggies (who's tour we were all supporting that evening) entertained us greatly with their brilliant Tasmanian Folk Punk.  Basically, they sing about real life dead people from the convict era of Tasmanian History. Their performance was full of energy, and I look forward to playing with them in the future. (their lead singer also plays a metal clarinet, which is weird to listen to and extraordinarily weird to look at.)