- A car you drive
- something you "take for a ride", "test drive" or "steer"
- a bronco that needs to be broken (it's not even the correct damn gender!), that you tie up to a tree until I tire myself out
- A fledgling tanguera
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
What I am...
I am NOT:
Friday, June 6, 2008
Mango Tango
I had an entire rant going about this ridiculous combination but Telly and Rosita said it better than I possibly could.
Except for the addition of: nobody looks good in that particular shade of orange.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
This is Me, Now. Tomorrow, Who Knows?
The narcy part of me loves these things. I found this meme at Tina's World.
You play too, and let me know so I can feast myself on your visuality. Here are the rules:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.
Thanks to those who provided the photos!
1. i've been reading adrienne rich again..., 2. ♥ (red beat), 3. Bridge Over the Rogue, 4. Just hanging around, 5. Surrender, 6. Untitled, 7. Kayak, 8. pear tart, 9. midwives, 10. Laughter, 11. Socks, socks, socks and more socks. Long live SOTTS!! ~Day 146, 12. Mountain Mama
Monday, June 2, 2008
In the Garden of his Dreams...
A very charming friend of mine suggested that this year I allow my 8 year old to put in the garden to lessen my load.If given the chance, half the garden would be a well manicured small critter garden filled with dandelions and other edible greens, cute topiaries, singing birds and bird seed strewn everywhere, with cats that NEVER ever even thought of harming such a cutesy-wootsey wittle birdy...
And the other would be covered in giant carnivorous plants grown tall to hide the
velociraptor he had imported through his secret spy connections that he met by the
mail box the other day. There would be ninjas hiding amongst the grasses and a pirate ship sailing on a sea of wheat (for his mother though, because he really thinks that in pirates v. ninjas, ninjas win hands down. They have throwing stars after all, but isn't it kind that he'd think of me?)and they would all be contained by a circulating demon that he controlled by a special whistle with a frequency only the demon could hear. And it would have spots. The demon that is.I think, perhaps, I will put in the garden this year.
(Of course, now that I think about it, that velociraptor may just keep the deer out!)
Think you're funny, don't you?
Alright already! I'm worthy, I get it. So whatever Coyote spirit up there thinks it is funny to send me new and amazing and intriguing job opportunities just as I reach my one year mark at the job I LOVE, you can STOP. I get it. I'm worthy.
Backleading and Musicality
Ok, help me here...
How do I prevent myself from floating away to the sweet lead of the music?
Dread of dreads, I find myself backleading. I don't want to do it, and it's not that I don't appreciate my lead or that I think I can lead it better. It's simply, sometimes the music whirls around me and swallows me whole, and then I feel it. I feel it moving me, and sometimes I stop listening to my lead. Not because I want to, but because the music is a stronger clearer leader. Which is a lovely experience until I come back crashing to the ground and realize I have a lead standing stock still, staring at me, amazed at the heinous crime I've just committed, and horribly offended.
I'd like to tell him that I felt safe enough in his embrace to let go and be in the music, that I wasn't worried I'd be crashing into people, or tripping over feet, but somehow that doesn't seem quite enough. So I smile sheepishly, and work very diligently at not listening to the music for the rest of the tanda. Which may make me a better follow, but it also diminishes the joy for me.
How do you listen to both the lead and the music when they aren't saying the same thing?
7/16/08 Edited To Add
Ok, I am getting better at this. I am learning that when I find the right groove with the right dancers, it just happens naturally and there's no need for me to disassociate from the the music. I can feel the music through the lead. As my dance improves, I find that I do less and less of the backleading, and find more and more ways to express my sensations of the music within the dance the lead is offering.
I offer my most sincere apologies to the gentlemen that were victims to my inexperience and eagerness. Thank you all for your kindness and generosity, and for still dancing with me.
How do I prevent myself from floating away to the sweet lead of the music?
Dread of dreads, I find myself backleading. I don't want to do it, and it's not that I don't appreciate my lead or that I think I can lead it better. It's simply, sometimes the music whirls around me and swallows me whole, and then I feel it. I feel it moving me, and sometimes I stop listening to my lead. Not because I want to, but because the music is a stronger clearer leader. Which is a lovely experience until I come back crashing to the ground and realize I have a lead standing stock still, staring at me, amazed at the heinous crime I've just committed, and horribly offended.
I'd like to tell him that I felt safe enough in his embrace to let go and be in the music, that I wasn't worried I'd be crashing into people, or tripping over feet, but somehow that doesn't seem quite enough. So I smile sheepishly, and work very diligently at not listening to the music for the rest of the tanda. Which may make me a better follow, but it also diminishes the joy for me.
How do you listen to both the lead and the music when they aren't saying the same thing?
7/16/08 Edited To Add
Ok, I am getting better at this. I am learning that when I find the right groove with the right dancers, it just happens naturally and there's no need for me to disassociate from the the music. I can feel the music through the lead. As my dance improves, I find that I do less and less of the backleading, and find more and more ways to express my sensations of the music within the dance the lead is offering.
I offer my most sincere apologies to the gentlemen that were victims to my inexperience and eagerness. Thank you all for your kindness and generosity, and for still dancing with me.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Procrastination v. Tango
All that fretting? It was for naught. I had a perfectly pleasant milonga.
There were more leads than follows this evening, making me in demand. Which was lovely. And the one I was hoping to avoid that bashed me into people last week?, he wasn't there!
The unfortunate part of more leads than follows, though, is that I get asked by people that rarely ask and have to turn them down. It happened at least 6 times this evening! Such a loss.
What is funny to me is the story before I got to the milonga. All day I talked myself up, thought pleasant things, was excited to wear new shoes (not the super special shoes, just new sandals), got dressed up nicely, put on makeup and apparently smelled quite nice as well. And then, instead of going straight to the milonga, I made a detour. A detour to the house of friends that are good for prolonging the inevitable. These are the friends that I can just drop in on, still in my pj's, and have a cup of coffee that lasts for hours. And that's just what happened...I procrastinated. For a couple hours. Suddenly, it was 10:45 and I had managed to procrastinate through my entire evening. Which would have been fine if I had a crappy milonga in my future, but instead I missed out on one of the more enjoyable ones I've had lately.
Not that my friends weren't equally enjoyable, they are. But they aren't tango friends. :)
Of course, maybe they, and their good company, contributed to my excellent mood.
I want to thank the gentleman that actually led to my level, and seemed to enjoy our dance. He was someone I dance with rarely, but he invited me for a second tanda and I was able to just really enjoy the dance as I knew that he would dance just slightly above my level to keep me interested/challenged, but wouldn't throw all kind of expectations at me I couldn't meet. They were my nicest tandas of the night.
There were more leads than follows this evening, making me in demand. Which was lovely. And the one I was hoping to avoid that bashed me into people last week?, he wasn't there!
The unfortunate part of more leads than follows, though, is that I get asked by people that rarely ask and have to turn them down. It happened at least 6 times this evening! Such a loss.
What is funny to me is the story before I got to the milonga. All day I talked myself up, thought pleasant things, was excited to wear new shoes (not the super special shoes, just new sandals), got dressed up nicely, put on makeup and apparently smelled quite nice as well. And then, instead of going straight to the milonga, I made a detour. A detour to the house of friends that are good for prolonging the inevitable. These are the friends that I can just drop in on, still in my pj's, and have a cup of coffee that lasts for hours. And that's just what happened...I procrastinated. For a couple hours. Suddenly, it was 10:45 and I had managed to procrastinate through my entire evening. Which would have been fine if I had a crappy milonga in my future, but instead I missed out on one of the more enjoyable ones I've had lately.
Not that my friends weren't equally enjoyable, they are. But they aren't tango friends. :)
Of course, maybe they, and their good company, contributed to my excellent mood.
I want to thank the gentleman that actually led to my level, and seemed to enjoy our dance. He was someone I dance with rarely, but he invited me for a second tanda and I was able to just really enjoy the dance as I knew that he would dance just slightly above my level to keep me interested/challenged, but wouldn't throw all kind of expectations at me I couldn't meet. They were my nicest tandas of the night.
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