Paris

Oct. 8th, 2004 09:05 am
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[livejournal.com profile] ricevermicelli and I are off to Paris tonight. By this time tomorrow we could be lost in the midst of people unwilling to admit that they speak English (or understand our attempts at French)... There might also be museums. Or alcohol. Or finding the local (and so far uncommunicative) CI dance community...

Wish us luck, and if you have any ideas, opinions, observations, what have you regarding things to do, see, eat, or otherwise experience in or near Paris, please let me know.

Be well.
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This morning I saw about a ten square foot area of the air near South Station rain so lightly that some of the awnings got wet, but the sidewalk only got misty for a moment, there was a tiny rainbow for maybe a minute.

A grandmother (I'm assuming, she had what looked like her daughter and grandson in tow) wearing a purple patchwork miniskirt in varying shades and textures of ultra-suede. Fairly interesting deconstructed piece, way shorter than I expected to see on someone her age. Nice legs though...

People enjoying one of their last days on the Boston Common for the season by telling themselves that it was warm enough to sunbathe....

Just as I was getting depressed by the coming cold and dark, Boston gives me joy, magic, and people defying the weather magnificently.
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I'm not sure why, but these last few days I've been noticing things about my dance. It feels like I've recently improved my ability to step outside and watch myself without throwing the dance all to hell in the process (reduced Heisenberg factor).

I trust my instincts and they tend to be good )

strength and ease are not mutually incompatible )


people don't hear you the first 50 times, but then they think you're an expert )


I can leave )


I dance with a lot of women )


Oh there's probably more, but I have to go to sleep. I'd love feedback, particularly from people who've danced with me. Be well.
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On Sunday [livejournal.com profile] ricevermicelli and I spent a few hours laying out and cutting tile for the island in our kitchen, then we troweled on tile adhesive (NB: we're using the same stuff for both (it's called "Tile adhesive and grout".), I'm calling it "adhesive" or "grout" to distinguish where we are in the process) and squished the tiles into it. The adhesive claimed that 15 minutes to 3 hours later we'd be able to grout, so we figured that giving it 24 hours to dry would be plenty. We'd done this before and it took a few days, but that was the week in August that didn't so much rain, as deluge, so we figured that that was atypical.

Monday night we got home, both of us having fudged our schedules some to allow us to do this (as the kitchen is all but unusable until we're done), and as we're scraping away the excess adhesive prior to applying grout, we notice that some of the tiles are moving. The adhesive is not dry. In fact it's the consistency of silly putty.

It took some effort, but we managed to see the bright side: we could even out some of the high points. Squishing a high point down not only lowers that point, it also raises the area around it. Plus we got to do some of the related cleanup on Monday without having to do everything that night. In fact breaking it up into two nights would be nice if we had another kitchen we could use in the meantime. We ordered pizza to raise troop morale...

Tonight we get to try again. If you have ideas, suggestions, or advice to offer, please do so. We get to do this one more time (and it's the big one), so even if it's a "Next time..." go for it. Wish us luck. Thanks.

Sunday Jam

Sep. 16th, 2004 03:05 pm
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Since I know loads of you come to the Sunday Jam (at The Arlington Center from 11:30 to 1:30, bring a friend!), you should know that this Sunday it will be from 12:30 to 2:30.
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I was heading home from dancing in Harvard Square and as I went through the turnstiles, I heard the characteristic squeal of a train attempting to miss me and (because I live after the red line split) is going to Ashmont. I flew down the stairs. Literally, I jumped down each flight, and got to the doors as they closed. I turned to where the (? person who looks out to make sure that no one is caught in the doors ?) was, but she was already looking the other direction to close the other half of the doors.

She turned back, and, as I was trying to formulate a good set of puppy dog eyes, the doors opened.

I got on, took it to Ashmont where I finally got the chance to thank her. She seemed surprised that I did...
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Yay! It's started. The first people who are planning to host a party at Arisia have gotten in touch.

pirouettes

Sep. 11th, 2004 12:21 am
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The combination of spinning around, hardwood floors, and sock-ed feet is great! Alright, I'm easily amused; I've lived here for 6 years, and it's still a blast. When I was taking Modern I was lucky to get around twice (Marley is not slick).

Pushing a headstand into a handstand en route to bed, at the top of the stairs is... good for your focus... and lousy for making you want to go to sleep...
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I've been rereading old Doonesbury strips from 90-91. Reading his take on GHW Bush is intriguiging. He's described as a windsock at one point, standing for nothing unless puffed up by the prevailing wind of the moment. This sounds eerily like how W is defining Kerry. I'm wondering how much of this is W knows it worked to undermine a presidential campaign once, and how much of this is deeply Oedipal.

After all, GHWB may have been a windsock, but he stated why he didn't remove Hussein from power back then. He was worried that Iraq would turn into a quagmire that would breed terrorism and hatred. W evidently didn't read his dad's book. Or talk to his dad. Or take his calls. Maybe W felt a need to set himself apart from his father, be his own man, do something different on one of the issues both presidencies faced.

Jeb Bush has evidently been using the Florida state troopers to harass leaders of the black turn-out-the-vote effort (details, more details). Frankly, he's doing a very bad job of subverting the democratic process, and we've all seen that Jeb can do a good job here. People know what he's doing ahead of time. There will be UN inspectors this time, and W needs those votes. It feels (you know, from my intimate knowledge of Jeb...) kind of like he's fed up with his brother getting all of the attention, and is therefore helping very badly in a passive aggressive attempt to dethrone W.

I've heard that the religious right and the log cabin republicans were both unimpressed by the RNC. I know that the log cabin is withholding their endorsement. I can't imagine that any of them are going to vote for Kerry, but he doesn't need that. If a fair chunk of log cabin types vote Nader or Libertarian or something, and a fair chunk of Moral Majority types vote... umm, I'm not honestly sure who they'd vote for. If they vote for someone who isn't W, Kerry should win.

Then there's Neil Bush; no longer running a S&L as a personal piggy bank, he's now making educational software for "hunter/warrior" children (no issues there) in high school. It mentions three whole founding fathers in its rap about the constitutional convention. Neil could easily be an vote costing embarassment for his brother (details), but he seems content to lay low.
His (now ex) wife made a bit of a stink about his business trips to Asia where he evidently routinely found women in his hotel room waiting to have sex with him (details). Evidently she thought the $1K/month he was offering in their divorce was a bit low. She ended up with $30K/year, but I think that if she feels like it, she could still blow things up. The allegations that she was practicing voodoo on Neil can't have made her happy...

In all, I'm wondering how much of a role Kerry is actually going to play in this election. I've heard the conventional wisdom that the Republican party has the decency to wait until after the election to fall apart into petty bickering. I'm wondering if that's changing. My pet theory is that we elect the people who give us better stories to tell each other over the water cooler. If that's so, W is a shoo-in.

It's also uncomfortable realizing that family dynamics are shaping the course of this nation. It's all too Roman Empire for me. W was, at least at one point, known for the cowboy boots he wore. There's no mention of whether or not they were little boots.
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I was worried when I started dancing that I'd get taken by surprise at some point and my martial arts conditioning would kick in and I'd clock someone. Then it didn't happen. I was surprised, occasionally smacked, and one memorable time I was kicked in the face by someone who should probably have learned to do handstands somewhere less populated. All that and my conditioning never said boo.

After a couple of years I decided that there must be something in my headspace when I'm at a dance that let me let go of that paranoia, to accept contact, even the occasional sudden contact as "probably not an attack".

Last night someone grabbed my left shoulder hard with his right hand. It was very much the stereotypical "long arm of the law grabbing the shady customer what done it" move (if you don't know what I'm talking about, you haven't watched enough old British television). I'm pretty sure it was intentional. Knowing what I know of the guy, I'd even believe that there were some penis-size issues going on (I'd just danced with a woman who clearly pushes his buttons).

And my conditioning didn't simply say boo.

It said "step back, pivot, arm up, grab, chamber to punch... Waddya mean I gotta stop?" I didn't hit him. I didn't even hurt him. I did change who was grabbing who, pull him way off balance, and was prepared to punch. This worries me. I like to think that my consciousness controls more of my actions than it perhaps does. Like self-control is measured on a very narrow range that happens to include a cliff.

I believe that I exert more control over what I do than your average Joe, but I'm beginning to think that that may mean that I've chosen some of my physical reactions (though I didn't really understand what I was getting into when I chose them), and/or that I'm 85% consciously driven as opposed to Average Joe's 84%, or the 80% of some guy in a Stephenson book with "Poor impulse control" tattood across his forehead (these numbers precise or your money back).

I believe that my conditioning was to do three distinct things 1) check the threat, 2) make sure it was an attack, and if so 3) respond. I'm glad that I seem to have step two, I didn't always. But frankly I'm still a bit bothered. I'm pretty sure that I scared him, and I don't really have any desire to have him scared of me. More than that, I really don't like the idea that I could have broken him. Maybe this is a kind of reverse memento mori.

The other odd thing was that my heart rate didn't go up and I didn't get an adrenaline rush. I was able to talk to him for a minute to make sure he was ok, then to go right back to dancing as he backed away. To be fair, I was paying a lot more attention to the people around me.

Hmm, so if I seem a little odd just now (or this whole thing makes no sense at all), there is a reason, I'll adjust, but it might take a bit.




I don't really want to say training or conditioning, they both sound too active to me. As though it's exercise ("weight training", "aerobic conditioning") or some such, like it's good for me to be an automaton when I'm attacked. Conditioning is the correct term, as in "Pavlov conditioned dogs to salivate when a bell was rung.", so I guess I'll use it...
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Today on the way to lunch, somebody employed by my building had a table with free samples of the stuff just outside the cafeteria. Having insulted its name previously (even though I'm vaguely sure no one reads this (if so, what made you stick it out in the roughly 6 months between my first and second entries)), and being nigh-powerless in the face of free stuff, I felt obligated to try it out.

It is terrible. Truly awful. Four hours and two cokes later I still have the fake, plastic-y taste of something that I'm pretty sure is supposed to be a sweetener in my mouth. The name isn't the worst part of it, and that's impressive.

I'm envisioning the meeting where they came up with slogans for the name "With a name like Frusion it might not suck!" , "Tastes better than I think it sounds!", "Most people never use all of their taste buds. Frusion!", "What do you get when you mix raspberries with something that destroys cities?"
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On the way into work today some people were giving out free samples of Dannon Frusion Smoothie. I read it as Fusion. It led me to think that the good names ("Nagasaki Nectar, "3 Mile Island-Colada", "Hiroshima latte") must already have been taken...
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I've been trying to come up with a way to say that thing that I'm trying to do when I dance lately. It's something having to do with not-responding just to respond, not doing just to do. Accepting what is, witnessing it, feeling myself and anyone with whom I may be dancing. Sounding pretentious as hell.

It's loosely based on Olivier Besson's theory of using the smallest motion that will fulfill what you want to do. Letting all of the options play out, rather than just doing the "obvious follow-through".

I've noticed it really bothering a few people, they seem to really want a response, for me to do that thing. When I don't they try harder. Sometimes I respond "wrong". Other people seem to love it. It definitely opens up a whole range of new space, ways to break patterns in my body.

Now I just have to decide how I feel about it, and when to use it.
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