I don’t know how I wound up in an advanced hip hop class with Kevin when I’d never taken beginning or intermediate hip hop. Let me tell you – it’s as intimidating now as it was on the first day but I’ve accepted that as a brand new baby hip hop dancer it’s natural to be several steps behind. It’s pretty frustrating starting out in any new hobby when your brain understands the task at hand but your body glitches out. I was anxious about it in the first few classes but now I no longer punish myself for not being able to keep up. I have goals and I will get there eventually.
Day 2: I have successfully infiltrated my urban dance classes and eliminated their suspicions. My college-aged peers smile at me when I use their language and seem very receptive. At the beginning of class I remarked to one girl, “Yo, chillin’ home fresh cool breeze, those moves be fly. Word to ya mutha.” The mix of emotion on her face was truly something to behold. It went from surprise to confusion to a struggle to hold in a smile. My compliment made her feel joy! It was beautiful. When it came time to show off my moves I left the room speechless with my cabbage patch. My high school-aged peers acted as if they were seeing this dance for the first time. Nailed it! They will never guess that I am twice or in some cases even three times their age. Will continue to share intel with you as I learn their secrets.
I am excited. I’ve been excruciatingly excited since November. When I found out about the classes offered at two dance studios in Plano, not only did I crawl all over their websites, I typed the names of all of the instructors into youtube and watched videos for hours. Hours! On the Wednesday following my inaugural dance battle (as a spectator) in downtown Plano I had a meeting that would put me only seven minutes away from the studios. I decided that I should check them out and make sure I knew where they were since I was planning to take my first classes on Thursday.
The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago. The next best time to plant a tree is today. That’s what I keep telling myself when I have doubts about my new hobby. You see, I’ve started hip hop dancing and I’m jumping in with evangelical fervor. I’ve stopped counting how many complete strangers I’ve run off when I approach them with the crazy eyes and accost their general area with, “HEY! HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT HIP HOP DANCING AND ALL OF THE DANCES THAT FALL UNDER THAT UMBRELLA? WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I WANTED TO SHOW YOU SOME VIDEOS!” It’s so sad that they won’t let me tell them about hip hop dancing.
Hey guys! I keep promising that I’ll post my frugal travel tips and here they are! Finally!
It’s my annual trip to The World Makerfaire in New York and I have several things to write about. Since the Faire is located at the New York Hall of Science in Flushing Meadows (you know… the place where the climactic alien spaceship scene in Men in Black was filmed) I stay in Flushing. Flushing is heavily populated by several Asian cultures which makes me a happy, happy girl. I have covered all the major food groups: The bubble tea group, ramen group, sushi group, and dim sum group.
SPAIN. 90 DAYS. IN MY POCKET, BITCH! Let’s get this out of the way, Spain: Caught a cold, got my wifi pick pocketed, lost my voice, bed bugs, pink eye, caught another cold, acquired a stalker. Also, living in a residency, you’re basically living for a significant period of time with a bunch of strangers. Every time I meet my new housemates my internal voice is always chanting, “Please be cool, please be cool, please be cool…” I only had an 85% success rate with this method this time but you know what? I freaking did it. Including a few random pics from my last few days!
Welp. I feel great. It only took a full day of rest after a full day of art show install at Estudio Nomada! The night before the show, knowing that one piece alone would put 100 holes in the wall, I had hours of anxiety filled dreams. In one I couldn’t breathe and in another I had aged considerably and had grass growing out of my scalp.
Preparations for Holy Week (known here as Semana Santa), the week before Easter, begin many weeks before the event. Signs go up in the streets and alleys in which the processions shuffle along and I’ve been warned quite a bit about how crazy and packed it gets. For example, in this most Holy of weeks, people furiously pick pocket and grope women. Who do these cretins think they are? The president of the United States? I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the death and rebirth of Jesus, can you?
My work took an unexpected turn here in Barcelona and you know what? I am totally ok with that. It’s kind of exciting, really. All the work I had planned to do I finished in Seville! That left me with no plan for my two month residency in Torelles de Foix. I bought some more material to make a few more of those head cover things and I knocked one out pretty quick and started on another.
Ok. I have to tell you about my mini vacation between residencies in Granada. Most of this post is filled with pictures of the Alhambra but there are a few other memorable experiences from the city as well. In general, Granada was breathtakingly beautiful and colorfully exotic. While my heart is warming to Barcelona, Granada is still my favorite city so far.
Return of the Spanish sweets. New region, new flavors, though I do see some of the same sweets I saw in Andalucia turning up here and there. In my extreme dedication to you, my readers, I am truly taking several for the team by eating all of these sweets. Now you have to understand, I love sweets, I do, and there was a time I may have even been known for that, but that was many, many years ago. When I’m at home I’m pretty regimented about how much honey or maple syrup goes into my tea, my dessert is usually a couple of blocks of dark chocolate, and the calories are counted and plugged into “Lose it” to make sure I am staying on track with my health goals. Even though there are no calories in Spain, I envision that if you sliced open my belly right now, the cross section would look just like bacon. Sigh. BRING ON THE SWEETS, BITCHES!