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alonewiththemoonGot spring fever, oh yes I do. Don't want to be at work!
I've been slightly obsessed with the M.I.A. song "Amazon" the last couple of days; I suppose it's all the green stuff appearing outside. I swear the day lily shoots in my front yard tripled in size from yesterday morning. But the song: it's not remotely pc but god is it sexy. Spring, spring, spring.
I think spring fever is all that kept me going through last night's Greek routine marathon in Amira Jamal's class. I do better with that music than I used to, but hoo boy is it fast. I think the drum solos are actually slower than the main songs with their rapid-fire bazouki. I ended up doing a lot of travelling steps to keep up with the music, which led to the good realization that these months of dancing at the Middle East have resulted in my being able to fully use my available space much better. I used to pretty much hang in one spot in these improv exercises in AJ's class, but now I work the whole floor space. Next step: figure out how to look like I'm moving fast without really doing so, or without being exhausted after 20 minutes of a routine.
Bad ex dreams last night, but a few nights ago I had this awesome dream of being on a quest in the company of a couple of tyrannasauruses rex. They didn't have wings, but they could fly. The quest had something to do with liberating their country, or breaking a spell that had been put over them, or something like that. They were quite intelligent and I knew that we were very good friends, and that I was very worried about them but confident that we would succeed.
This is such a manic time of year. Now I'm ready for a nap.
I've been slightly obsessed with the M.I.A. song "Amazon" the last couple of days; I suppose it's all the green stuff appearing outside. I swear the day lily shoots in my front yard tripled in size from yesterday morning. But the song: it's not remotely pc but god is it sexy. Spring, spring, spring.
I think spring fever is all that kept me going through last night's Greek routine marathon in Amira Jamal's class. I do better with that music than I used to, but hoo boy is it fast. I think the drum solos are actually slower than the main songs with their rapid-fire bazouki. I ended up doing a lot of travelling steps to keep up with the music, which led to the good realization that these months of dancing at the Middle East have resulted in my being able to fully use my available space much better. I used to pretty much hang in one spot in these improv exercises in AJ's class, but now I work the whole floor space. Next step: figure out how to look like I'm moving fast without really doing so, or without being exhausted after 20 minutes of a routine.
Bad ex dreams last night, but a few nights ago I had this awesome dream of being on a quest in the company of a couple of tyrannasauruses rex. They didn't have wings, but they could fly. The quest had something to do with liberating their country, or breaking a spell that had been put over them, or something like that. They were quite intelligent and I knew that we were very good friends, and that I was very worried about them but confident that we would succeed.
This is such a manic time of year. Now I'm ready for a nap.
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Date: 2006-03-31 06:27 pm (UTC)I do think the song is definitely part of her whole scrutiny of what it means to be so closely linked to a terrorist--how do you define good and bad, when do the ends justify the means if ever, how can someone be a killer yet have a very human side as well. The kinds of questions most people would rather not face, but most people don't have a Tamil Tiger for a father.
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