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Nov. 26th, 2008 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonI think the ending of The Shield was satisfying. If Kafka wrote gritty urban crime, that's the ending he would have written... There was a definite, and humorous, slap to the Sopranos at the very end. I imagine Vic's past will catch up with him sooner or later one dark night, and I don't imagine the FBI will care in the slightest. Poor Claudette. At least she got some measure of satisfaction. Poor Ronnie--granted it was all his own free will, but he learned that lesson about not giving scorpions rides across rivers the hard way. Poor Dutch, who I think crossed a line somehow but I'm not sure where or what it was. He'll know he did it, though. Poor Julian. Go Tina, though. And I can't say I feel particularly badly for Shane and his family, or for Corrine and her kids.
Last night when I left work the police were doing random bag searches at Kenmore Square. The brown woman wearing her scarf pulled over her head right next to me was randomly pulled over, while I was not. All in all, these bag searches do absolutely zero to make me feel safer walking the streets of my city. Quite the opposite, really.
Thinking about seeing the Damned at the Paradise on Jan. 4. Theo (formerly of the Lunachicks) and the Skyscrapers are opening, so there's an extra bonus. It's $25, I think. It would mean being out late the night before returning to work after the long holiday break (yay university job!) but the Damned do put on one hell of a show, as did the Lunachicks.
We worked more in Najmat's class last night on a tricky step from last week--it's really just (what I call) an Egyptian walk going backwards, with a little kick in between each step, but somehow reversing the direction makes things so much more complicated. Not to mention bringing it up on your toes, and the inevitable "Now add a shimmy to it!" It's a classic Mona Al Said move and I really really want to get it internalized. I can get it in fits and starts but not reliably. The key is not thinking about it, but not thinking about it is very hard. (belly dancer tech talk--to me, the Egyptian walk is the step where you push your L hip back/slightly out as you step forward with your R leg, R knee bent, bring your hips and knees to neutral with a little ab pull inwards as the L leg comes forward, then R hip goes back as L leg steps forward and L knee goes down. Hadia calls this a samba walk. I have no idea where I got my name for it.)
I'm very glad this is only a half week. I've got pies to bake tonight and two meals to eat tomorrow, what with both of our families being local. It works out well that my family typically eats late while M's typically eats early. Friday I will exercise until I keel over, and then I'll rest for a bit and get up and do it again. I foresee a day of drum solos for me!
Last night when I left work the police were doing random bag searches at Kenmore Square. The brown woman wearing her scarf pulled over her head right next to me was randomly pulled over, while I was not. All in all, these bag searches do absolutely zero to make me feel safer walking the streets of my city. Quite the opposite, really.
Thinking about seeing the Damned at the Paradise on Jan. 4. Theo (formerly of the Lunachicks) and the Skyscrapers are opening, so there's an extra bonus. It's $25, I think. It would mean being out late the night before returning to work after the long holiday break (yay university job!) but the Damned do put on one hell of a show, as did the Lunachicks.
We worked more in Najmat's class last night on a tricky step from last week--it's really just (what I call) an Egyptian walk going backwards, with a little kick in between each step, but somehow reversing the direction makes things so much more complicated. Not to mention bringing it up on your toes, and the inevitable "Now add a shimmy to it!" It's a classic Mona Al Said move and I really really want to get it internalized. I can get it in fits and starts but not reliably. The key is not thinking about it, but not thinking about it is very hard. (belly dancer tech talk--to me, the Egyptian walk is the step where you push your L hip back/slightly out as you step forward with your R leg, R knee bent, bring your hips and knees to neutral with a little ab pull inwards as the L leg comes forward, then R hip goes back as L leg steps forward and L knee goes down. Hadia calls this a samba walk. I have no idea where I got my name for it.)
I'm very glad this is only a half week. I've got pies to bake tonight and two meals to eat tomorrow, what with both of our families being local. It works out well that my family typically eats late while M's typically eats early. Friday I will exercise until I keel over, and then I'll rest for a bit and get up and do it again. I foresee a day of drum solos for me!
