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(5 étoiles | pour la lune) VHUP [19 Jul 2008|01:02pm] lxbean I found a  dead kitten in my neighbor's yard.  They're away for the weekend and I didn't want the poor creature to decompose on the ground, so I brought it to VHUP.  In the past, they have euthanized severely injured cats I found on the street with no charge.  This time, they said they would cremate the kitten at no charge.  It's a thankless job, disposing of animals cast aside by other people, and I am so grateful for them and the service they provide.  If I had money to donate, I would create an abandoned cat cremation fund to help them continue to do this work.   Poor little kitten. When I got home, I went and played with Rosemary and her brood (Zucchini, Arugula, Cilantro, Rhubarb and Fennel).  They are fat and happy and bubbling over with all things kitten.

(2 étoiles | pour la lune) [19 Jul 2008|07:59pm] tonkiy_namek Ну  вот и все... дела сделаны, бумажки сданы... стоит рюкзак посреди комнаты ждет фаршировки :-) просыпаюсь я сегодня утром и думаю - отлично.. собралась...ни спальника, ни дождевика. ни миски..... вот и одалживай людям вещи..... :-) причем со спальником вообще смех. Мой спальник был в Дзержинске, куда я его отправила в лес на ДР, на которое сама в резльутате не приехала...И в общем неделю (больше)  мы встречались с этим чуваком почти день через день  - понимаете, спальников оказалось много, и кжадый раз он пытался угадать какой из них - мой, и каждый раз неудачно, хотя прогулки были все равно клевые) И вот сегодня утром я думаю все!!!! Надо! Обещал позвонить, как найдет. В общем, он не находил до вечера. А вечером я отправилась в магазин покупать себе миску. Хожу, значит, выбираю. ОСтанавливаюсь смотрю спальники... СМотрю на часы - 5-6..не звонит не пишет.. Ах, как я его убъю! :)))) Ну что, думаю, надо наерна покупать спальник..брать не брать... и тут мне приходит смс о том, что моего спальника вообще , оказывается, там нет! Я мягко говоря немного злюсь, и все-таки решаю купить спальник. Кстати говоря, я даже наерна рада - купленный спальник раза в два меньше, хотя тот был тоже небольшой...  В общем, я рада :)  Прикольно будет, если на самом деле моим спальником окажется то, что он приносил в первый раз. Я так сесейчас думаю.. я ведь спокойно могла его не узнать))))))))) я ведь не помню толком, какого цвета у него что, помню ток лямки крест-накрест.... а такое встречалось из всех предложенных спальников лишь однажды...   так что возможно это был он... хотя не похож! =))))))))))))))) и еще... я ведь так и не успела сходить в кино на ВАЛЛ-И... А я так хотела.... =(((( и на концерт я не схожу, не выиграю ничо в афише, ААААА =(( на роликах не покатаю хз скока.... ну зато я ведь еду к морю))))

(4 étoiles | pour la lune) "i wonder what keys they got next year" [19 Jul 2008|12:27pm] lincolnimp [ mood | stressed ] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

(12 étoiles | pour la lune) Черногория. Даже не сомневайтесь. [19 Jul 2008|02:15pm] madamegiblin Ехать надо. Виза не нужна, можно просто купить билеты и поехать дикарем. Это дешевле, чем по туру в отель, и интересней. Обязательно ловить рыбу прямо с берега, взять машину на прокат и проехать все побережье, добраться до границы с Албанией, к реке, проникнуть на остров в нудистскую деревню Ада Бояна, искупаться в солено-пресном море, поваляться на огромном песчаном пляже. Не забыть заехать в Ульцинь, Котор, намазаться целебной грязью в Игало, что ближе к Хорватии. В Будву можно не заезжать, все руссо туристы там собираются. В пляжных кафе есть пршут, запивать местным вином и пивом, а потом заедать все это гамбургерами за 2 евро со свежей большой гриль-котлетой из говядины. Воздух чистый, море красивое, людей мало, тихо, атмосфера СССР с примесью Европы.  Город со славным названием  Пераст. Бока Которска Мечеть в Ульцине ( Есть еще  )

(9 étoiles | pour la lune) [18 Jul 2008|03:06pm] katwinx [ mood | bored ]  QUICK, SOMEONE ENTERTAIN ME! I AM COUNTING ON YOU, LJ!

( pour la lune) at the intersection of the Ridiculous and the Sublime [17 Jul 2008|11:00pm] lxbean I did my tutoring and then took a break before my salsa class this evening. My heart was not totally into it, but I went anyway. Garincha is used to me being goofy and comfortable and willing to make an ass of myself, but that was not such a deep reservoir today. It was good to do something all about flair and finesse, even if I did knock some poor guy's glasses off in a particularly flair-y, finesse-y turn. Lionel said I seem so light when I dance.  I know the truth now: appearing light takes lots and lots of self control and muscle.  The illusion of effortlesness takes a whole lot of effort.  So that was good to hear.  And I had a revelation in class today -- we started out trying to copy some fancy set of footwork and I felt like a total bozo for not being able to get it immediately. Then I looked around: no one else got it immediately at first either.  Oh.  If you just focus on yourself, you can feel like you're the only one struggling. But everyone else is struggling as well. We're all in this together. After the class, I swung by Julie and Dan's place, but Julie was out for a walk with Jennifer. Dan said they'd call when she got back. Not only did they call -- they came over with the mixings for margaritas. We sat on my deck and drank ginormous margaritas out of water glasses and talked about all manner of things.  I am so inspired by what Julie (daphnep) is writing in her lj. Her most recent entry articulated so beautifully her own version of an experience that, although I've never felt it exactly, resonated in my heart.  It seemed like more than just a nice thing that I get to know Julie as a great neighbor, but also as someone who shows me a world I would never otherwise see.  And she set me to athinkin about my good buddy Hegel again.  I'm too drunk to write about it in any more detail than that, but it's percolating in my margarita-addled brain.   Apparently, some kids called Dan a "bitch" -- we're not sure why.  But he's still liking Philadelphia, and that's good enough for me. And he started the first of two paintings he's going to do for me and it already looks fabulous -- the color is just so perfect and now we wait for detail.  And I got to tell them about my misadventures learing blues/lindy on Tuesday.  I know I should speak no ill of social dance, and there were things about the blues that were so primal and tantalising, but the lesson was just at the thin boundary between the ridiculous and the sublime.  Typical me -- I fled.   So if you see someone hightailing it out of the intersection of the Ridiculous and the Sublime, it's probably me.  In that case, I'll catcha later.   Give me some margaritias and I'll act it out for you once I'm on safe ground again.

(4 étoiles | pour la lune) and then there are kittens [17 Jul 2008|06:43pm] lxbean and then there are the kittens. Video by Susan. That's Zucchini in the white paws wrestling with the shoe. Zucchini is the only boy. The two girls wrestling on the other shoe are Cilantro (light brown tabby) and Arugula (black and white). Kitten Shoe Fetish from Scrunch Thecat on Vimeo.

(17 étoiles | pour la lune) hoo, boy. [17 Jul 2008|04:31pm] katwinx while in the drugstore at lunch, i figured it wouldn't hurt to see what they had for paperback books. i didn't expect much interesting, but i did find something passable, some spooky mystery thing that i'll read and promptly forget. HOWEVER, when looking at the selection, i noticed it was about 99% romance novel titles. and when i saw this particular gem, i seriously bust out laughing. ( BEHOLD ) moral of the story: don't shop for a book to read in a drugstore :)

(4 étoiles | pour la lune) [18 Jul 2008|12:01am] tonkiy_namek из подслушанного сегодняшнего: -ты читал Оливера Твиста? -нет, а что он написал? -.........ээ..вообще-то это персонаж, а не писатель....... %)

(10 étoiles | pour la lune) WHOA. [17 Jul 2008|12:33pm] katwinx last.fm just got overhauled. massively overhauled, and only sometime in the last couple of hours it changed over to the new site design. i don't like the layout...  but then again, it may just be that i'm unused to it yet.

(18 étoiles | pour la lune) "white people are you next?" follow up [17 Jul 2008|10:16am] lxbean Awhile back, I came across a mysterious sign on the corner of 48th and Baltimore Avenues.  I put up a photo and asked people what they thought it meant.  Apparently, the person who designed and hung the flyer found my post and wrote a series of explanations in the comments section.  I've been mulling this over and would like to put it out to you to see what you think.  The flyer is here.  His explantion is cut and pasted below.   Well first and for most there is far too much anti-white violence not only in Philadelphia but all over America. However worse then the violence itself is both the media complacency in down playing this violence as well the apathetic attitude of the majority of white people in regards to this violence is too much, literally, to bare. The lack of any reasonable sense of ethnic identity amongst European derived people merely sets the stage for these circumstances to unfold. White guilt is a type of bodily dysmorphia and alienating ourselves from the biological and spiritual reality of ourselves is not going to some how smooth over our relations with non-whites. Unlike what Cultural Marxist nonsense espouses "whiteness" is not a economic construct to ensure socio-political dominance over non-whites, but rather a quality of "whiteness" is a solely Eurocentric nature and the material focal point for a Pagan reality. The rewards of tolerance are treachery and betrayal. White people should strike back at those who appropriate their good will towards suicidal behaviors, they should strike back at those who strike at them, and they should also strike the conditions that lie at the root of the problem. There is a certain difficult gray area to look at when looking at the ugly realities of ghetto culture. On one hand one wants violent criminals to held be responsible for their actions, but in keeping with the notion of Lex Talionis and responsibility for the responsible we must also look at the corporate interests that create and manipulate ghetto culture for socio-economic control. The notion of "Blackness" is an American cultural construct and every attempt by blacks to create a healthy identity for themselves has always tended to be appropriated and re-directed against them. The most glaring example of that is how hip-hop started off, for better or for worse, as a late 70's cultural zeitgeist around NYC that was harmless enough, and many years later has turned into a crack dealer minstrel show. Some might at this point might want to point out supposed radical elements of hip-hop, groups like Dead Prez, etc. but this vein of hop-hop falls for one of the worst traps of all: Blame it all on whitey rather then get our shit together. This issue concerns me because I live in a largely poor and black city and the negative implications of ghetto culture are something I have to deal with on a day to day basis. While I have no sympathy for a community that profanes literacy because "reading is white", and considers a life of crime for the sake of perpetual consumer over-indulgence as "keeping it real", one has to ask, who is benefiting from all this? Certainly not black people themselves, and certainly not everyone else they live next to. Let me say this: I do not like to see black people locked in vicious circle of crime and poverty because I have to constantly worry about it. If it has to be a matter of "kill whitey" then at the very least kill the ones responsible for keeping that cycle going, and not the people of Port Richmond, Fishtown, the Northeast, South Philly, Northern Liberties and Center City. Kill the manufacturers and marketers of malt liquor, rap music executives, menthol cigarettes, fast food chains that target the ghetto, slum lords and media conglomerates- Not people like Sean Patrick Conroy and Beau Zabel. Welfare seems to me like yet another way for corporations to steal the tax payers money. Where do all those welfare checks go that large and by are paid for by the working and ever shrinking middle class? Why into the hands of slum lords and multinationals! The same people who have on one hand sent our jobs over seas, the same people who instigate wars over seas that further erode our stability, and the same people who create the conditions to have a constant criminal scapegoat underclass that we're forced to deal with. Ghetto culture is a means by which those on top attack and erode the middle and working class. It is also a memetic psy-ops device to promote further nihilism and cultural dissolution in the guise of entertainment. -Oneiric Imperium

(19 étoiles | pour la lune) Радуюсь [17 Jul 2008|02:30pm] madamegiblin Очень правильная и хорошая погода сейчас в Москве. Жду, когда будет 34 с плюсом. Работаю от солнечной батареи.

(1 étoile | pour la lune) SQUEE. [15 Jul 2008|08:47pm] katwinx [ mood | excited ] oh man! concerts! do you have any idea how long it's been since i had a nice concert schedule lined up, with bands that i actually enjoy & listen to on a regular basis? AGES. AUGUST 1ST IN MONTREAL: BENJAMIN BIOLAY (i may actually swoon to death during his set) AUGUST 8TH IN PROVIDENCE, RI: GOGOL BORDELLO (if i don't keel over seeing BB, i may pogo myself into heart failure here) OCTOBER 15TH IN BOSTON: YELLE (no fears of doom on this count, ha) i'm thinking about checking out IAMX at TT's in september as well, but i'm not very familliar with them. i like some of what i've heard thus far.

( pour la lune) 37 days [15 Jul 2008|10:47pm] no_frances_pls I wish I had exciting things to write about here, instead I'm going to blabber since nothing exciting is happening in my life.. There are 37 days to Tilburg, which means in 15 days summerschool ends and that I'll have to spend 22 days with my family. This family part will be the most boring because I'll probably be taken to our summerhouse which is renowned for its lack of connection to the world while providing perfect vacation spot for people above middle age where they will enjoy staring at the sea...sigh. So I almost wish summerschool wouldn't end, but keep going until my flight to Ljubljana after which I hope not to miss my flight to Amsterdam. I thought Ljubljana shouldn't be a bad place to get stuck, actually. Its very, very hot in Istanbul. I don't want to go to the classes because I get out at 1pm which is the hottest time of the day. I want to go swimming but the pool is at the end of a steep hill which should be trodden back and forth - no way I'm doing this at this heat. I had a haircut on Saturday for 5 liras (which is approximately 2,5 euros or 4 dollars) so I wasn't expecting anything. The hairdresser, who might be the perfect men for some, was very uninteresting. When I go to hairdressers, I absolutely have no idea what I want because I'm not good at hairstyling. So each time I ask the hairdresser to cut my hair in a way that would suit me rather than that I want because as a hairdresser s/he probably tends to know it better right? But this one kept asking me how I want my hair and stuff where I felt intimidated because I really didn't know. I was very relieved when the whole thing was over. ( photos ) ( photos ) ( photos ) Although nothing exciting happens at the moment, I'm in peace, I'm really content with what I'm doing.

(3 étoiles | pour la lune) in which I realize I didn't forget how to be a good researcher [15 Jul 2008|05:33pm] lxbean I went to the library to look into metaphor and queer theory.  For the latter, I wanted to see where the act of "queering" has gone since I was last doing such things in 2000.  At the time, critics were still looking for queer subtexts, implications, resistances, desire, etc. in texts.  There were lots of puns, like "making things perfectly queer."  My project does some version of that, but then I wondered if maybe that field has moved beyond the search for the hidden queer.  In some sense, my revision is moving away from simply finding queer desire in an ostensibly heterosexual text too.  I wasn't terribly successful there, so if anyone has any texts they know of that lay out the State Of Queering Texts, I'd love to hear about them. For the former, I found one text that was useless. The second one, Political Language and Metaphor, turned out to be just what I was looking for.  I read through and annotated a bunch of articles and then my training kicked in and I started to keep track of who everyone cited in their discussions of metaphor.  Instead of skimming over the citations the way you don't really notice rumble strips, I started to look at them.  That's when I noticed that everyone cited 2 books, Models and Metaphors: Studies in Language and Philosophy, and Metaphors We Live By.   I checked them both out and saw that the second one is held in the reserve library, which means some professor has decided that THAT's the book to read.  So I went to the reserve and checked it out and it's SO FUCKING COOL.  So I went and treated myself to a copy at the bookstore.  It does just what I need a book to do for my argument and I found it because I know how to research -- something that stumped me when I began my PhD. Walking into the library after a year away, I felt all that old anxiety just surge in my chest.  I remember so many times that I'd go into the library just brimming with good intentions and lofty goals and leave feeling like a failure, with that sort of bleached-eye feeling you get after a day at the beach.  As I wandered amid the books, I had that panic about how it's simply impossible for anyone to be an expert in anything, what with all the books out there already and all.  And howzagirl to know which book she should use?  I looked at everyone else, who didn't appear to feel the same force of unattraction with the seat that I did.  I thought about how they're beginning this thing I've now finished.  And then I plunked in my chair and started to work and, as I did, I realized that I know how to do this stuff.  I know how to streamline research, how to read efficiently.   And it's a small thing -- something I didn't realize I'd figured out.  But it felt good.

(9 étoiles | pour la lune) stolen from apogeeperigee [14 Jul 2008|07:45pm] katwinx [ mood | better ] - Go to musicoutfitters.com - Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year. - Bold the songs you like, strike through the ones you hate and underline your favorites. Do nothing to the ones you don't remember/care about. I graduated high school in 1994 1. The Sign, Ace Of Base 2. I Swear, All-4-One 3. I'll Make Love To You, Boyz II Men 4. The Power Of Love, Celine Dion 5. Hero, Mariah Carey 6. Stay (I Missed You), Lisa Loeb and Nine Stories 7. Breathe Again, Toni Braxton 8. All For Love, Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart and Sting 9. All That She Wants, Ace Of Base 10. Don't Turn Around, Ace Of Base 11. Bump N' Grind, R. Kelly 12. Again, Janet Jackson 13. I'll Remember, Madonna 14. Whatta Man, Salt-N-Pepa 15. Wild Night, John Mellencamp and Me'shell Ndegeocello 16. Without You/Never Forget You, Mariah Carey 17. You Mean The World To Me, Toni Braxton 18. Can You Feel The Love Tonight, Elton John 19. The Most Beautiful Girl In The World, Prince Symbol 20. Fantastic Voyage, Coolio 21. Baby I Love Your Way, Big Mountain 22. Regulate, Warren G and Nate Dogg 23. If You Go, Jon Secada 24. Back and Forth, Aaliyah 25. Now And Forever, Richard Marx 26. When Can I See You, Babyface 27. Please Forgive Me, Bryan Adams 28. So Much In Love, All-4-One 29. Shoop, Salt-N-Pepa 30. Any Time, Any Place/And On And On, Janet Jackson 31. Shine, Collective Soul 32. Said I Loved You...But I Lied, Michael Bolton 33. Return To Innocence, Enigma 34. All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crow 35. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Crash Test Dummies 36. Can We Talk, Tevin Campbell 37. Funkdafied, Da Brat 38. I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That), Meat Loaf 39. Gangsta Lean, Drs 40. Because The Night, 10,000 Maniacs 41. Cantaloop, US3 42. Whoomp! (There It Is), Tag Team 43. Come To My Window, Melissa Etheridge 44. Stroke You Up, Changing Faces 45. I'm Ready, Tevin Campbell 46. 100% Pure Love, Crystal Waters 47. Anytime You Need A Friend, Mariah Carey 48. Because Of Love, Janet Jackson 49. Linger, Cranberries 50. Loser, Beck 51. Found Out About You, Gin Blossoms 52. Gin And Juice, Snoop Doggy Dogg 53. Never Lie, Immature 54. Streets Of Philadelphia, Bruce Springsteen 55. Getto Jam, Domino 56. Endless Love, Luther Vandross and Mariah Carey 57. I Miss You w/ Aaron Hall 58. Understanding, Xscape 59. This D.J., Warren G 60. Cry For You, Jodeci 61. Keep Ya Head Up, 2Pac 62. Who Am I (What's My Name?), Snoop Doggy Dogg 63. Another Night, Real McCoy 64. Your Body's Callin', R. Kelly 65. Tootsee Roll, 69 Boyz 66. I Can See Clearly Now, Jimmy Cliff 67. Never Keeping Secrets, Babyface 68. Crazy, Aerosmith 69. Just Kickin' It, Xscape 70. At Your Best (You Are Love), Aaliyah 71. Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through, Meat Loaf 72 Amazing, Aerosmith 73. Always, Erasure 74. Groove Thang, Zhane 75. Dreams, Gabrielle 76. Mr. Vain, Culture Beat 77. Mary Jane's Last Dance, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers 78. Anything, SWV 79. Beautiful In My Eyes, Joshua Kadison 80. Stay, Eternal 81. Flava In Ya Ear, Craig Mack 82. U.N.I.T.Y., Queen Latifah 83. Prayer For The Dying, Seal 84. Secret, Madonna 85. Here Comes The Hotstepper, Ini Kamoze 86. Everyday, Phil Collins 87. Don't Take The Girl, Tim McGraw 88. Got Me Waiting, Heavy D and The Boyz 89. December 1963 (Oh, What A Night), Four Seasons 90. Indian Outlaw, Tim McGraw 91. Always, Bon Jovi 92. I'm The Only One, Melissa Etheridge 93. Back In The Day, Ahmad 94. Love Sneakin' Up On You, Bonnie Raitt 95. I'll Take You There, General Public 96. Always In My Heart, Tevin Campbell 97. What Is Love, Haddaway 98. And Our Feelings, Babyface 99. Bop Gun (One Nation), Ice Cube 100. I Wanna Be Down, Brandy hrm. i'm sorry to say that i don't even KNOW most of these songs. even back then i never really listened to the radio :P

(10 étoiles | pour la lune) The Carnival is Over... [14 Jul 2008|03:40pm] kuzm_red [ music | Dead Can Dance - The Carnival is Over ] Карнавал подходил к концу. В масштабах крупного промышленного города мы совершили этот древний ритуал с его гимном плодородия, гротеском, оглушительным шумом и яркими красками. В лучших традициях замаскированного под христианство средневекового язычества, жители российской провинции высыпали на асфальтовую жару в невообразимых нарядах, чтобы единой карнавальной толпой прикоснуться к высокому искусству и слиться в экстазе простейших чувственных удовольствий. И все это – во славу моих заказчиков, пожелавших обозначить свою доминирующую роль в регионе таким вот извращенным способом. Грохот музыки и залпы фейерверков обернулись для меня мигренью, а грубая энергетика многотысячной хмельной толпы спровоцировала аутизм. Мои подельники давно уже пили французский коньяк в самом помпезном заведении города, а я сидел на скамейке в пыльном сквере, курил дрянную местную траву и строил глазки чугунному памятнику какого-то советского вождя. Она стояла чуть поодаль, у зарослей собачьей розы, куталась в клетчатую шаль, смотрела на меня пристально. Мы были знакомы давно – именно она на протяжении многих лет выступала проводником моих снов, экспериментов с сознанием и наркотических трипов. Появлялась неожиданно, брала меня за руку и выводила из самых запутанных лабиринтов, уносила прочь из эпицентра самых живописных кошмаров. Случалось и так, что я пытался позвать ее сам, попросить о помощи, но тщетно - в мои миры она всегда врывалась спонтанно, по собственной воле. Вот и сейчас, в сквере, она подошла и молча села рядом – немолодая, похожая на цыганку женщина. Серебряные пряди в ее черных кудрях красиво перекликались со строгими глазами стального цвета. Достала маленькую табакерку, опустила в нее свой длинный с горбинкой нос, чихнула громко, так, что зазвенели медные браслеты на ее запястьях. Тыльной стороной смуглой руки вытерла набежавшие слезы. - Ты ведь не отсюда, не местный, правда? – спросила меня. - Ты же умная, сама все знаешь, - почему-то мне захотелось огрызнуться. - Я знаю. И ты знаешь. Но не спрашиваешь – боишься, что ли? - О чем спрашивать? – соображать я не мог, то ли от травы, то ли от усталости и недосыпа, то ли от густого тумана, который с наступлением сумерек стелился по выцветшим газонам. - Все, мне пора – слышишь, карнавал уходит, могу не успеть, - она встала со скамейки, и, собираясь уходить, плотнее закуталась в свою пеструю шаль. До меня вдруг дошло, что сейчас я бездарно проебу что-то очень важное, очень сакральное. И второго шанса не будет. - Стой!!!! – я заорал что есть мочи, хотя она все еще стояла рядом. – Скажи мне, кто ты, как тебя зовут? Она погладила меня по волосам, как ребенка, положила прохладную ладонь мне на лоб и хриплым шепотом произнесла имя. Потом развернулась и быстро пошла прочь – туда, где еще гремели финальные залпы карнавального фейерверка.  Теперь она всегда приходит на мой зов. Во сне. Но не в реале. Я тщетно искал ее, вглядываясь в лица ряженых на карнавалах Рима, Венеции, Амстердама. Я должен был найти ее во что бы то ни стало – потому что тогда, в сквере, ее легкое прикосновение на секунду сообщило мне странную силу. Я почувствовал себя готовым принять абсолютное отречение. Послать к черту весь остальной мир. На секунду. На долю секунды…

(5 étoiles | pour la lune) XD music! [13 Jul 2008|09:52pm] lincolnimp [ music | seona dancing - you're on my side ] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

(28 étoiles | pour la lune) "WHITE PEOPLE, ARE YOU NEXT?" [13 Jul 2008|12:36pm] lxbean   Can someone please tell me what this sign, posted on Baltimore Avenue at 48th Street, means?

(6 étoiles | pour la lune) salsa update [13 Jul 2008|11:07am] lxbean Later on Friday, I went out dancing.  Josh is back, and JUST IN TIME I say!  We continue to be a menace on the dance floor.  I wish I were one of those dancers who spin like narrow little tops, but I'm just too gangly and enthusiastic.  We kept bumping into other people, although Josh insists it's alwasy their fault.  I have no idea -- I'm too busy spinning.  There have been good changes, however, since the last outing. 1. Josh is back.  But I already said that.  He also noticed that we've made a lot of progress -- I hadn't really noticed until he said something, but we have.  There are things we just DO now, like our muscles just know them.  Yay us.  2. nohereherehas started taking classes and I'm pleased as punch that my little blog has brought another person to Garincha's studio.  And she's already getting the hang of things.  Go team Penn English!  And go you for bringing Will! 3. Paolo FINALLY asked me to dance -- this whole "I'm-shy" thing was starting to ride my nerves.  You can't be a dancer as fabulous as Paolo and be shy too.  It's just too hard for chicks like me to see him squandering his moves by standing on the sidelines.  That said: somehow I'm a menace on the dancefloor with him as well.  Maybe it's me?  4. The week before, I didn't get enough dances for my greedy little self.  I mentioned it to Garincha, who said, "but you were standing by the door!"  That was true, but I was there because I was trying to help work the door so Jen could go out and dance a bit.  But no, Garincha notices everything because he's got that teacher gift, and he wasn't having it.  When Jen got up to show some guy a move, I slipped into the chair to fill in and Garincha said NO WAY and pulled me out onto the dance floor.  I got to show him how I've been practicing my arm flairs while walking Mabel, which he finds riotously funny.  I guess it is a good image: me swinging my arms around my head while walking a small misshapen dog.  I haven't told him that I also practice while filling the water tubs in the horse field. 5. Lionel told me that he likes spinning me.  I'm his FAVORITE partner to SPIN!   6. I'm keeping my promise to Jen to dance with some of the beginner guys.  I'm considering it an INVESTMENT in the future.  And Josh and I had a good talk about the asking-men-to-dance turning men into dancing-durheys problem.  He said that he often has to psych himself up before he dances -- he has to say to himself, OK, I'm going to dance now.  And if someone asks him to dance before he's done that, he's off a little.  That makes sense to me.  I've interrupted some guy's internal pep talk and he needs some time to get there.  But -- and I pointed this out to Josh -- if you're a woman, you need to be ready to go at all times, but then you have to sit on that readiness until some guy asks you to dance.  So you're in this perpetual state of readiness with no outlet.   And then there's this.  A public service announcement to all men who dance salsa: I know you're busting out your moves and that's great, but don't get ahead of the music.  Srsly.  Get yourself a little behind the beat if you can't bring yourself to be on it.  With one guy, I'm so tired of him racing through the tempo and then busting out these ridiculous moves (noherehere, you know who I mean!) that I just park myself and WAIT for the beat before doing what he wants me to do.  I just smile pretty and wait.  He'll thank me someday.

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