Oh, G-d, where's my liver?
Jul. 24th, 2004 01:09 amWell. Busy day my ass, apparently.
I got nothing done. I have at least three, possibly up to five patterns to draft, and none of them got done. Nor did I get downtown to buy my fabric. Oh, and I didn't get to the post office, nor to Target to get a DVD or wrapping for Mom's present.
I did, however, get down to the house to let their dog out. Too late. So after I cleaned up after her, I booked back here in time to meet [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], who'd been patiently waiting for me at the door, and was kind enough to help me hook up my VCR again. Bless you, Sean. I also took an hysterical digital clip of him...er...playing with Clue. If you're very nice, I might not post it somewhere. But I do have to send it to Tia, I'm afraid. I laughed so hard I all but cried, and I have to share that joy. You understand.
Okay, I did do one other thing today. On my way to the folks', I made an infuriatingly impeded drive to Garland of Letters, just moments before they closed, and picked up Veena and Neena's "Beginning Bellydance: Basic Moves and Fat Burning." I'm feeling like an absolute sausage, and it occured to me several days ago that I've lost any sense of grace I may have had over my life. This, aha! I thought, would surely help. But I'm afraid, in the main, it's left me with several perplexing questions.
Who took out their bones? Did it hurt?
I've only tried it once, and I'll keep going, but good G-d, how can you do a hip shimmy and maintain a sincere looking smile? How can I do a shoulder shimmy and keep my breasts from either suffocating me or sliding off my ribcage? How do I do a hip twist-- or whatever I'll learn to call it-- without wringing my kidneys out through my spine? And how is this nice, er, well-rounded little Jewish girl ever going to keep up her self-confidence in the face of this perfectly matched set of long, lithe, dark Indian swans?
I still want my Hob Nobs, dammit.
I got nothing done. I have at least three, possibly up to five patterns to draft, and none of them got done. Nor did I get downtown to buy my fabric. Oh, and I didn't get to the post office, nor to Target to get a DVD or wrapping for Mom's present.
I did, however, get down to the house to let their dog out. Too late. So after I cleaned up after her, I booked back here in time to meet [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], who'd been patiently waiting for me at the door, and was kind enough to help me hook up my VCR again. Bless you, Sean. I also took an hysterical digital clip of him...er...playing with Clue. If you're very nice, I might not post it somewhere. But I do have to send it to Tia, I'm afraid. I laughed so hard I all but cried, and I have to share that joy. You understand.
Okay, I did do one other thing today. On my way to the folks', I made an infuriatingly impeded drive to Garland of Letters, just moments before they closed, and picked up Veena and Neena's "Beginning Bellydance: Basic Moves and Fat Burning." I'm feeling like an absolute sausage, and it occured to me several days ago that I've lost any sense of grace I may have had over my life. This, aha! I thought, would surely help. But I'm afraid, in the main, it's left me with several perplexing questions.
Who took out their bones? Did it hurt?
I've only tried it once, and I'll keep going, but good G-d, how can you do a hip shimmy and maintain a sincere looking smile? How can I do a shoulder shimmy and keep my breasts from either suffocating me or sliding off my ribcage? How do I do a hip twist-- or whatever I'll learn to call it-- without wringing my kidneys out through my spine? And how is this nice, er, well-rounded little Jewish girl ever going to keep up her self-confidence in the face of this perfectly matched set of long, lithe, dark Indian swans?
I still want my Hob Nobs, dammit.
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Date: 2004-07-24 04:17 am (UTC)One thing to remember with belly-dance is that you're teaching your body to do things it's never done before and do movements our elders told us were "naughty" all our lives.
The book Grandmother's Secrets: The Ancient Rituals and Healing Power of Bellydance (http://www.jjsbooks.net/cgi-bin/am/feed2.pl?input_item=1566563267&input_search_type=AsinSearch) is a wonderful introduction to how dance is used within the culture, as opposed to an entertainment method or excercise routine.
I just like the clothes, myself. My potato-figure doesn't show that well in them, though.
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Date: 2004-07-24 01:29 pm (UTC)Any man that dances with a dog, is someone I would bring home to the Kitties.
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Date: 2004-07-24 03:03 pm (UTC)I kinda miss all of the middle eastern music she used to play all the time. I also got completely jaded about belly dancing, and I just sneer at the terrible examples of it you usually see on TV shows.
Which is also why I'm incredibly impressed by Shakira. She's GOOD.
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Date: 2004-07-26 08:14 pm (UTC)If you figure out that head slide thingy, tell me how you did it? It baffles me.