5 posts tagged “dance”

I had a HUGE crush on Michael Jackson back in his Thriller days.  As someone who *LOVES* dance and all kinds of music, I found him so innovative and magical.  He never stood a chance at a normal life, what with his family life and the greedy yes-men around him telling him time and time again how awesome he was.  That's not an environment conducive to growing up or maturing or doing anything but festering in your own ego and always hungering for something real that you can't quite identify.  His fortune and fame weren't worth that price, and through all the crazy stories and accusations and possibly even crimes, I always felt bad for him and wondered how different he'd be if he'd had to live in the real world.  He was gifted though, and the world seems a whole lot less glamorous and magical without him.  -My blog, my feelings.

I've been dreaming *A LOT* about loved ones in the past week or so, both people I've lost touch with, and people lost to this world.  It's been nice visiting with everyone ion my head, even people I don't think I'd actually get along with should we run into each other again.  ...I have to admit, it has me rethinking that.  Who really is the same person they were years ago, or even last week?  I know I'm sure as hell not.  We all live and learn and adapt.  It's been good food for thought.

I'm procrastinating starting my day.  Yesterday was a complete loss.  I'm at the end stage of a project, and tying up loose ends gives me a hell of a lot of anxiety.  My performance anxiety has nothing to do with crowds of people or approval, but EVERYTHING to do with the integrity of my work - knots must be tied impossibly tightly, ts crossed, every last scrap of data accounted for, ...  I get so nervous when I see the finish line, it sometimes makes me physically sick.  I'm trying so hard to change my thinking.  My daily affirmations this week have been all about trying to rewire my brain into having faith in my own work.  It's not working yet, but I'm not giving up until it does.

Been very much in the mood for singing cowboys lately.  I do love a deep warbly voice.  "The Highway" on Sirius radio is pretty decent, but not quite hitting the mark.  I wish I could tune in the local country station.

Ok.  That's enough.  I had more thoughts I wanted to jot down, but they don't seem as pressing right now.  Time to give Jasmine her meds and get some work done.

So I'm finally getting around to watching the episode of SYTYCD I recorded last week, and I keep seeing something that has my curiosity peaked.

What in the is the reason for rolling up just one pant leg when dancing???  I know it's a b-boy thing, but what's with all the white Julliard scholars and their one pant leg up for their jazz or contemporary routines?  Is there some practical reason for it???  It looks ridiculous as hell.  I really want to know, so if anyone has any knowledge on the matter, please share.  I've seen it on several dance shows lately and it's driving me crazy trying to figure out what practical reason there could possibly be for such a silly look.

The last time I blogged anything of substance, I had battitude.  I was fighting my funk, but it was there all the same, the gray cloud hovering around my head that I couldn't seem to shrug.

Then Craig brought the plague home.  oof.

Last Wednesday I came down with something awful.  I had a four hour nap, slept 13 hours over-night, and napped enough on Thursday to have slept through 20 hours in a 24 hour period, and that was just the start of it.  I spent several days feeling too miserable to do anything, my sinuses even hurt too bad to wear my glasses, so not even any reading.  I pretty much held the sofa down and studied the inside of my eyelids for days.  Yuck.

Sunday Craig dragged me out to the park for some sun and fresh air.  I sat on a blanket and flew my single-cell box kite, whenever the wind felt like taking it up, while Craig got his new sled kite up with a little more effort.  No effort required on my part, and I admit, the fresh air and sun was wonderful.  We drove the scenic route home along the river too, one of my favorite local routes.

Monday I felt a lot better.  My energy was bouncing back, and after work Craig and I went for a short walk that ended with our first visit to the now open for the season Twist-T-Freeze for black cherry ice cream.

Today?  RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRRRRRRRRRR!  Oh, I'm back!  I'm back and better than ever!  I think my system needed the spring cleaning that came with that plague.  I'm feeling invincible.  I have the secrets of the universe in my hands and I'm building the good life just as easily as if I were playing with Legos.  Life is grand!  It really is.

There've been a few glitches in the matrix though, some things I couldn't have foreseen:

• I seem to have developed a taste for mushrooms in the last several weeks.  I don't know where in the hell that came from.  I've *hated* mushrooms my whole life, and it's by far a texture issue.  Lately though, whenever I think about eating, I crave vegetables by the handfuls  (never been a huge fan of those before either) and mushrooms.  I'm puzzled by the change, but not complaining.  It's so nice to actually be hungry for the good-for-you stuff.
• I'm pretty sure the change in diet (going from 3-5 servings of produce a day to 5-7+) has a lot to do with the fact that my asthma has become a non-issue.  I haven't even thought about my inhaler for a solid week now, which is a record in recent years, and also especially impressive given the cough that came with the plague.
• I want to play basketball.  I *really* want to play basketball.  I used to play a lot.  We had a hoop in our driveway growing up, I played on my grade school girls' team, I even kept a basketball in the trunk of my first car in case anyone ever wanted to shoot some hoops with me.  When I worked at Bob Evans waiting tables, I used to like to close because we'd sometimes head over to a local schoolyard after everything was locked up and play for a bit.  ...And that was the last of me playing ball.  Except now I'm suddenly jonesing to get out to a sporting goods store and pick up a nice street ball so I can walk down to the local park and shoot, maybe pick up a game.  Haven't thought about it in years, but for the past 7-10 days I've been fantasizing a ton about how nice it would be to have a basketball in my hands again.
• ...And this last one is strangest of all.  For me.  Don't know what's bringing this on either, but I want to line dance.  (No, my goth card was shredded long ago!  *L*)  Do people still do that?  heh.  I don't even know.  I used to be able to keep up when I was in college though.  I could kind of two-step too, and I'm missing that also.  Craig and I used to go out to a country-western bar when we first started dating, and we'd dance.  Good times!
  

I don't know what's bringing on the new food cravings or this intense longing for old pastimes.  Basketball and the texas two-step, there's a good couple of pieces of my life story there.  Good things, and I'm missing them.  I'll have a new basketball before the coming weekend is over, but I'm not sure what to do about the other.  Maybe put the radio on and push the coffee table out of the way? 

Ah, it's good to be back!

Posting my thoughts about last night's (7/11) "So You Think You Can Dance" show.  No spoilers really, but I'm putting that out there anyhow in case you recorded it and don't want to know anything about the show until you watch it.  Just skip this post.

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OMG!  BENJI!  He is such a trip!  I'm *SO* glad they invited him to choreograph for the show because that routine was HOT!  (Note to self: Don't sound like Mary Murphy!)  Seriously.  That was one of my favorite routines so far this season.  Well done, Benji!

And speaking of choreography, Wade Robson is king.  I love his routines.  A little cheesy, high on drama, damn quirky, ...just the right amount of everything I like.  I'm always disappointed when they have a whole show without one of his routines.  ...And I *MUST* get my hands on that Roisin Murphy cd!  I've had it on my wishlist forever, and I think it's time to just pony-up the cash.

Ok, Jaimie.  She's a fabulous dancer, but that saccharine giggle of hers makes me cringe sometimes.  I think it's just getting little sound-bytes of it that annoys me though.  I keep thinking if I knew her and she was always giggling like that, well, I bet it's hella contagious. 

Danny is something to watch.  What a dancer!  Stunning.  ...But I've realized I'm crushing on Hok.  What a cutie!  That routine he and Jaimie did last week totally captivated me.  And yes, his waltz was a little rough, but he still looked the part, all suave and mature.  ...I think I just got a little swoony.

I *really* love that show.  I really love dance.

Oh yeah...  I almost forgot I wanted to throw this out there.  BTW, this has been cooking in my head for a while now and it's about being healthy.  It has nothing to do with my earlier post about women and size.  I still think those women are hot ...especially that first one.  *bites knuckle*

Tomorrow is the first day of summer and I have a plan.

Ever since I set my goal to get in shape and take a dance class, I've been thinking over various ways to get there.  While doing my morning pages today I thought about the three months of summer, and how I'd like to lose some weight before the summer is over.  If I could lose 15lb, I'd hit a personal milestone and I'd be on cloud nine.  15 lbs is just 5 lbs a month.  I can do that.

So that's my goal: 5 lbs a month, 15/season until I hit a healthy weight (as stated by my doctor - not some ideal/magic number).

I've been enjoying having some friends with me on the 365 less things project, anyone want to play along on this one?  No need to comment publicly, but pass me a note somehow if you're interested.  Some company would sure help me stick with it.