ana bahebak ya Dina!

( In which I try to collect some thoughts about the Dina weekend.  This will be long. )

All in all, very intense and I can honestly say life changing.

Ceremony's show went well, if darkly, on Monday.  My turning's already improved just by thinking about it, I can tell.  There seemed to be a high level of enthusiasm for Raks Spooki--maybe I should have made the financial plunge on the big theatre, but that just wasn't in the cards this fall.  Then I danced the night away, slept five hours, got a deep muscle massage (she worked on my abs, which felt odd but freeing), worked, and went to dance class where I hit a real brick wall of muscle fatigue.  I just couldn't stop dancing though.  Took a long hot bath when I got home which helped a bit but I still feel today as though I've gone through a laundry wringer.  Mostly in a good way, though I'm looking forward to a whole lot of sitting on the couch tonight.

Watched some of a Farid al Atrache concert I have on VCD last night--I always think of him as a singer and tend to forget about his oud playing, but man, he could rock that oud.  Truly a virtuoso!

I wonder what made him change his mind

For years Nick Cave has turned down being inducted into the Australian Fine Arts Hall of Fame thingy, but here he is accepting his induction, and inducting others as well.  Maybe he finally accepted so that he could get the others some public recognition.  Anyway the montage bit at the beginning is rather neat, and his hair is hilarious.  I also like the way he stabs the trophy about like a weapon.

(I note that the announcer pronounced Grinderman "grine-der-man" rather than "grind-er-man."  I wonder how Nick pronounces it.  Though if he says it's from an old blues song, you'd think he'd give it the American pronunciation.)