HEY. Guess who has two thumbs and has more time to edit photos she took, oh…FOUR MONTHS AGO? THIS KID.
Here’s the thing. I am not a professional photographer. I was not paid to take pictures of the Monolith Music Festival. I simply had the badge that said I could.
Said badge also got me into the [...]
There’s Your Karma.
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Tag Archives: dance
In Which I Expose Myself to Ridicule..Not Unlike Every Entry on This Blog.
Tore My Heart is RIGHT.
Let’s face it - love sucks, a lot of the time.
It also inspires some gorgeous artistic tributes, like one of my favorites - Veronese’s Scorn.
Lately I’ve been playing with the idea that love is only romantic when it’s unrequited.
It’s all very tragic and stupid.
AHEM.
THAT SAID? Go watch this awesome piece on last night’s So You [...]
Do You Remember, Part IV
Then there was Scream. Or I should say Scream Louder, which was a remix. [which I just now realized sampled Sly and the Family Stone. Brillz.] One of my dance teachers choreographed a piece to this that we performed at like 29384234 different events that year…97-98 maybe? The choreography was insane and awesome and it [...]
Moses Supposes
I’m trying to do NaBloPoMo for May, but sometimes I drink Chardonnay too early in the evening, like today, and I’m nearly three glasses in and I just want to watch the results show of Dancing with the Stars, but I’m JUUUSSSTTT sober enough to keep the commitment, so I will talk about Broadway msuicals. [...]
I Can’t Really Explain Why, but…
I would like nothing more than to be the principal lady dancer in this video.
I think we all would.
Scrobble to the 1 minute mark and see what I mean.
Hair teased out to here, spandex and legwarmers, effeminate sweaty latin dancers vying for your attention, flight simulation, HALL AND OATES.
The only thing that’s missing, clearly, is [...]
Dancin’ queen, young and sweet, only…twenty-fo– dammit.
This entry was going to be about how cool I was to take some master classes from Mia Michaels, of So You Think You Can Dance fame. Then I couldn’t find any impressive dance pictures, only embarrassing ones. I’m much better at self-deprecation, so. There you go.
Although you might not guess it from my contant [...]
No, you’re totally right.
One afternoon in 1988, I stepped off a bus, only to tumble and fall onto the concrete, skinning my elbow and crying that wail that only a little kid can wail. I was your typical, pudgy little klutz. I fell down, tripped, stumbled, and walked into walls on a daily basis. As a solution, my [...]
