You might be a dancer if you go to look for a picture of yourself in “professional attire,” and realize that essentialy every picture taken of you in the past year is more or less you in elaborate underwear.
Edit: PS – I’m #NotDeadYet but I’m completely swamped right now. Bleh.
So festivities. Much schedule. Wow.
Tonight, I hopped on a Rola-Bola for the second time in my life.
And then I learned to juggle on it.
While dancing.
BTW, I can only juggle three balls, but it looks way cooler when you’re simultaneously Rola-Bola-ing.
Then our dexterity instructor paused and told me, “If there was a hat on the ground, I would totally put money in it.”
Totally going to have to perfect this and use it to avoid ever getting a job entertain my friends 😀
We snagged a little bit of video of it; I can’t wait to see it. Going to have to work on this one and get moar video!
Oh, and also awesome things happened in lyra and acro-balancing. A classmate snagged some great pix, so I’ll try to remember to repost them here.
I saw a quote today that read,
Dance is silent poetry.
All I could think is that whoever said that has never been to my Wednesday Class.
(Or, for that matter, encountered embodied percussion floorwork in a modern class.)
#Ballet #TheStruggleIsReal #WhereSnowflakesDanceAndSwear #EffingDeveloppe
I am apparently having an unsociable week. My apologies for the comments to which I have yet to reply (I keep saying to myself, “NEXT TIME YOU LOG IN, DanseurIgnoble, REPLY TO PPL!!!” and then not doing it) and also for relative radio silence.
I am doing class and things are going pretty well, actually, I’m just feeling peopled out and my language co-processor keeps being like, “Feh, you want me to craft a cogent response to somebody else’s thoughts? Here, why don’t we look at more memes instead.”
So! It turns out that, this weekend, Pilobolus is teaching a master class in Cincinnati! At 10:30 AM! FOR ONLY FIFTEEN DOLLAS (if you register in advance)!
If you’re in the area and you can go, you totally should. You will run into me and get to watch me flail through said class. Assuming you’re not also flailing away so hard that you can’t spare the energy to do so.
Pilobolus occupies a huge space in my heart. I grew up on their home turf (Connecticus is tiny, y’all), and they were the first modern dance company I ever saw, way back when I was but a wee bairn (like, seriously, I was probably about three?) and had no idea that dance came in different flavors.
Anyway, you can thank Modern T, who informed us of this minor miracle, for this particular FanBoy Moment.
…Which sounds like some really awful blended tea flavor. “After a hard day at the con, settle down in your hotel room and relax with a piping-hot cup of FANBOY MOMENT.”
Or maybe it’s an equally ill-advised cologne, I don’t know. I imagine that it either smells like a freshly-opened pack of Magic cards did in 2002 or maybe like the scent of convention centers and sleep deprivation? I’m rooting for the first one, because I have never been to a convention center that didn’t have that “brand-new-carpet and brutalist concrete architecture” smell.
Anyway. Come do class with Pilobolus! It will be awesome! And then we can go to IKEA together, because Louisville is apparently not good enough to have its own IKEA.
Or, well, we can if we can still walk after an hour and a half of Pilobolus masterclass. Or maybe if they have those little electric carts. I don’t know.
Today my ear was screwy and my brain didn’t want to work — so of course today our AD dropped by to watch my class while I was screwing up the most basic combination ever. #FML
It’s almost 11PM. Hello again, Choreographic Muse.
(In other news, amazing day today. In ballet, Ms. T spent basically the whole class working on me, which is both great and a little disconcerting — like, I don’t want other people to feel neglected. I also nailed the longest attitude balance en rèlevé. It just went on forever. At one point I realized I totally pwning the balance, started to wobbly, and corrected myself. WTF, you guys, when did I learn to balance like — oh, yeah, on Monday in Modern T’s amazing class.
At Suspend, awesome Silks class — I did Iron Cross and it was awesome and then I used it at the end of a combo even though it was the harder option — followed by a great conditioning class and an awesome workshop. So there you go.)
For my birthday, I got a new pair of Sansha Pro1cs. Our local dancewear store doesn’t carry Capezio’s Romeo shoes, so I got fitted, and I’m going to try these and then maybe order some Romeos down the line if the fit is right, since the ballet-shoe experts at the shop can figure out the size equivalents.
I also got a new dance belt — a second copy of the black one I already had, but I think Capezio has updated the design with different elastic, and as a result it’s about 1,000 times more comfortable than the old one was on Day 1. I wore it to Trapeze and Conditioning classes tonight.
My Mom sent me a copy of Shunryu Suzuki’s Branching Streams Flow In The Darkness. I’m very much looking forward to reading it.
It’s nice to get useful things (okay, so I totally picked them out myself [update: not the book; that was all Mom], but still), and getting to visit the dance-stuff store with B. and Denis was a great deal of fun. Especially since the lady at the dance-stuff store said of B. and me (while chatting about having to warn younger kids about not toppling the portable barre), “…but you guys are seasoned professionals.”
Between that and the million times I heard the word “Beautiful!” during Trapeze 1, I am amazed that my ego actually fit through the door tonight 🙂
PS: I am officially tired now. I think my legs might just, like, fall off after conditioning class tonight.
Is it just me? Am I the only one whose choreographic muse must be living in another time zone where it’s five hours earlier? Or do they all do that?
I should have mentioned this in my class notes, but I forgot.
At barre, as we did a wicked combination with fondues to relevé extensions, I realized I had — at some point in very recent history — learned how to feel really specifically how my hips were placed and make minute adjustments.
You would think I’d be delighted; by all means, I should have been delighted: but instead all I could think at the time was:
Dammit, now I have to do this precisely right, too!
Mais dans la monde du ballet, c’est la vie!
Oh, one last thing: the oldest lady in our class schooled us all going across the floor. She was just lovely — which goes to show you that you can dance beautifully at any age.
YouTube: BOSU Balance Series
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