I can truly say at the moment that I am a well-adjusted individual, as I have just come back from the chiropractor's. ;-) Things are continuing to go well.
Last night after troupe rehearsal rojagato
kindly and competently and professionally recorded me dancing to Ad Mortem Festinamus, so that I could submit a videotape as an audition for a dance event in New York in September. Watching it later on the big tv, I'm fairly happy with how it came out; it was better than my dancing at the big birthday party a couple of months ago, more variety of wing movements and more actual belly dancing under the wings. Still far from perfect, but we'll see if it's enough to get me on the bill or not. The night's theme is "Night of 1000 Goddesses," and the general idea is to portray your conception of what goddess means through dance. I added a write-up about how much religion is based on fear of death and the unknown, and that while my goddess has no promises of an afterlife to offer (being immortal, she doesn't know the answer to what happens when you die either), she will at least dance you along your way towards death, providing what comfort she can as you face the inevitable. I'm somewhat anxious about how it will be received. I know I made a couple of noticable flubs, but some parts I can honestly say were quite nice. I'm submitting the tape more or less on a whim so I don't have much invested in whether I make it in or not, but of course rejection always sucks. If I'm not chosen, then I hope there will be some kind of feedback for me. I did not make note of the fact that the routine was supposed to be a maximum of five minutes long before doing the recording, so I suppose that's already one count against me. I did put in a note saying it could be edited down if needed. So, we'll see.
One cool thing about the recording was that I could see how much more stable my turns are after all the chiro work. I could feel it internally, but it's good to be able to objectively see it. I have got to do something about that fringe skirt though. I love the way it looks, with the metallic threads, but the thing is a serious tangling hazard. I am thinking of microbraiding it, which is somewhat insane of me but it's the only solution I can think of. It just tangles in on itself so badly, and then I run the constant risk of getting my toes caught in a tangle if I do any floorwork, or even if I do any arabesque type movements while standing.
I am no longer much sick, thanks to the miracle power of fresh Costa Rican pineapple. My fruit-of-the-month club pineapples arrived this week, and I had some for breakfast on Thursday and today--wow! I don't think I have ever had genuine naturally ripened pineapple before, it was heavenly and I wasn't allergic to it at all. Moreover, it felt so incredibly good on my sore throat, I seriously think it infused me with health. I will never be able to eat pineapple from the supermarket again.
Troupe practices went well on Weds and Thurs--it's all getting there. This is the frustrating part of practicing, where we pretty much have the choreography down but we have to do all the hard work of refining and coordinating our movements and it can start feeling like everything is getting worse rather than better. It's an illusion, though, because we're now expecting more of ourselves so it feels like we're doing worse. The drum solo is going to be so much fun, I'm really looking forward to that. Well, Clown will be fun too, but more disciplined--I like seeing everybody's personalities come out in the drum solos :-)
Ooh, I hear the super kooky ice cream truck coming! Today it is playing "Row Row Row Your Boat," interspersed with funny looney tunes sound effects. Ice cream would be nice...