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Jun. 15th, 2005 11:57 amThere. Email sent to Sahar at the Middle East about dancing on a Sunday. Now I wait and see! I've also emailed Za-Beth about dancing at the Rachel Brice hafli, though there may not be room any more.
I had a sort of revelation last night about the kind of support I can realistically expect from someone who I had hoped for more support from. Not M, or anybody reading this. I'm not thrilled about it, but it's better to accept reality than be disappointed on a regular basis. This morning, my horoscope* in the Globe noted something like "you will find less support than you had hoped for, so you will need to generate your own support." Ha, stars, I'm a day ahead of you!
After said revelation, I sat down and re-watched my performance at Amira Jamal's student recital. I reacted pretty negatively to it the first time I watched it. This time--there's still plenty of room for improvement, but I'm not horrified. Yes, my posture needs work, or maybe more accurately needs constant conscious adjustment. But it's not awful, and it has improved. And once my posture gets better, my weight will be carried better as well. If your spine is slumped, there's nowhere for the fat to go but outward. Also on that note, I did have to accept that between the lighting and my paleness, there is a lot that gets lost on film. At one point I was doing Egyptian knee shimmies and undulating up-to-down simultaneously. It's a fairly subtle movement, and on camera the only way you can tell it's there is that you can see the edges of my obliques working--you can't see any detail on the front of my stomach at all. You can't even see my navel ring, which I know for a fact is actually there. So there's stuff that people saw in real life that I can't see on the tape. And I guess it's true that I have a nice smile. I'm not in love with the performance, but I can live with it now.
On a completely different topic, the white doves that people release at weddings, olympics and not guilty announcements are actually white homing pigeons, so they do fly right off home as quick as they can. The websites of white homing pigeon rental companies stress that it would be cruel and inhumane to release white doves from the pet shop. I saw some more footage of the MJ trial woman last night. She looked somewhat possessed. I wondered what she would have done if there were any verdicts of guilty--bitten a dove's head off instead of releasing it? Anyway, I'm glad to know that if nothing else, no doves were harmed in the course of the Jackson trial.
*I don't actually believe in horoscopes and such, yet I feel compelled to read mine every morning. I look at it more or less the same way as I do tarot cards, i-ching, etc.--it can be a useful prompt to think about aspects in your life from a different perspective, or a reminder that some things need dealing with. Still, today's was a little eerie in its timing.
I had a sort of revelation last night about the kind of support I can realistically expect from someone who I had hoped for more support from. Not M, or anybody reading this. I'm not thrilled about it, but it's better to accept reality than be disappointed on a regular basis. This morning, my horoscope* in the Globe noted something like "you will find less support than you had hoped for, so you will need to generate your own support." Ha, stars, I'm a day ahead of you!
After said revelation, I sat down and re-watched my performance at Amira Jamal's student recital. I reacted pretty negatively to it the first time I watched it. This time--there's still plenty of room for improvement, but I'm not horrified. Yes, my posture needs work, or maybe more accurately needs constant conscious adjustment. But it's not awful, and it has improved. And once my posture gets better, my weight will be carried better as well. If your spine is slumped, there's nowhere for the fat to go but outward. Also on that note, I did have to accept that between the lighting and my paleness, there is a lot that gets lost on film. At one point I was doing Egyptian knee shimmies and undulating up-to-down simultaneously. It's a fairly subtle movement, and on camera the only way you can tell it's there is that you can see the edges of my obliques working--you can't see any detail on the front of my stomach at all. You can't even see my navel ring, which I know for a fact is actually there. So there's stuff that people saw in real life that I can't see on the tape. And I guess it's true that I have a nice smile. I'm not in love with the performance, but I can live with it now.
On a completely different topic, the white doves that people release at weddings, olympics and not guilty announcements are actually white homing pigeons, so they do fly right off home as quick as they can. The websites of white homing pigeon rental companies stress that it would be cruel and inhumane to release white doves from the pet shop. I saw some more footage of the MJ trial woman last night. She looked somewhat possessed. I wondered what she would have done if there were any verdicts of guilty--bitten a dove's head off instead of releasing it? Anyway, I'm glad to know that if nothing else, no doves were harmed in the course of the Jackson trial.
*I don't actually believe in horoscopes and such, yet I feel compelled to read mine every morning. I look at it more or less the same way as I do tarot cards, i-ching, etc.--it can be a useful prompt to think about aspects in your life from a different perspective, or a reminder that some things need dealing with. Still, today's was a little eerie in its timing.
