It certainly seems unfair that just when I was getting over a chest cold, I get struck down with some sort of stomach problem. Me and the couch are getting to be VERY good friends. At least the cat has been very calm and snuggly during this time of duress.
This was originally posted over on my other tumblr, gomacego. I thought it was fitting for both forums. My apologies to those who follow both.
It recently came back to me that another student in a Flamenco workshop didn’t like it when I made jokes or laughed during class. She was under the impression that this was serious study. This is a valid criticism. It can be extremely distracting if you are trying to learn something new and someone is laughing or goofing off. Heck, I’ve been the annoyed person before, though it’s usually when someone’s talking or doing some other footwork when we’re learning something brand new. If it’s really distracting, I’ll even say something. Politely of course.
The flip side of this is that dancing is FUN. I laugh at myself in class when I make a stupid mistake because it gives me more energy than beating myself up. And dancing is TIRING, so cracking jokes occasionally and making funny faces helps keep me going. And I don’t let myself snicker (at myself, I should add, never at others) until I know what I’m doing. And finally, I think it’s entirely appropriate to smile when you’re doing a happy dance. That seems pretty obvious to me.
So don’t take my giggling as a sign of disrespect or dis-attention. Because the next time we run through it, I’m probably doing it better than you. Lighten up.
While at the library today, I rented “High School Musical” and then got so self conscious about carrying it around, I also picked up “A Scanner Darkly,” which technically I have seen, but slept through the second half (Irish jet-lag*). Yes, I care what the people in the library think of me.
* Literally. I had just returned from Ireland. Not a euphemism for hungover.
- me: Finally putting Bridge School on our calendar, and seeing that we will be missing Anthrax that same night.
- Jeremy: oh DAMMIT
- leftover salmon and beer. GET IN MY MOUTH
- ooohhhhhhhh yeaahhhh thats good
- me: i thought that was an Anthrax song for a minute there.
- me: you know me, i'm free and easy.
- Jeremy: can i quote you on that?
- me: i say it pretty awesome.
- awesome = often
- Jeremy: 8)
- you DO say it pretty awesome
- me: hey, i'm looking at shoreline's rules and we can't bring our skateboards.
- F*** THIS S***.
- Jeremy: GODAMNIT
- me: HOW ARE WE GOING TO GLEAM THE CUBE?
- Jeremy: i'm gonna bring a hoverboard.
- me: I'm going to bring a board and some wheels and construct it once we get inside.
1. My mother, my sister and I are eating brunch at a funky cafe in the middle of nowhere. It’s one of those organic, near vegan kind of places, but everyone seems really rushed. It turns out that they have to clear out of the place completely by two pm, so a different restaurant can move in for dinner. I never get my beverage.
2. Emily Deschanel and a female friend (who is wearing a turban) are taking a trip around the US by astral projecting. They are swimming in the Chicago River, and happy that they are not there in their corporeal form, as (as the beturbaned woman says) “it’s about as clean as the sewers in the Netherlands.”
3. Jeremy and I have to save his wife Kristin from dying in a pond that instantly turns you to ice as soon as you touch it. He pulls her out before I can even get there. I brush a leg across the water and almost instantly lose feeling. Luckily it comes back shortly after.
ALL IN ONE MORNING, PEOPLE.