In Honor of Women’s Day:

 

(and, well, in honor of everyone, really.)

 

(I love you, Amanda Palmer.)

 

In my mind
In a future five years from now
I’m a hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hungover
Because I
Will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I’m in
And I will be someone I admire
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how
To see
That I’m not exactly the person that I thought I’d be.

And in my mind
In the far-away here-and-now
I’ve become in-control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I
Will be the picture of discipline
Never fucking-up anything
And I’ll be a good defensive driver…

 

(Thanks to The Bloggess for the link)

Well, Now!

Looky! I made the front page of LA Times Health Section!

Ballroom Dancing = Fitness

 

I whip my hair back and forth. Apparently.

Why I Dance:

For the joy of it, loves.

Simply for the joy of it.

 

 

And?

When I’m good, I’m really, really good.

*grin*

Why I Dance:

If you get a chance to see this film,
do so.

(with the caveat that it *is* directed by Aronofsky, so if psychological horror dramas aren’t your thing…)

I can’t recall another film about ballet, specifically,
that so captures the beauty and agony which live side by side in this world.

Why I Dance:

Storytelling.

The video’s a leetle fuzzy,
but their dancing certainly isn’t.

I love how they use the pole as a third partner–
it’s rare to see this level of smooth coordination,
athleticism and dance choreography outside of something huge like Cirque…
but oh, I love it.

Oh, I want to be this damn good someday.

Why I Dance:

Pure.
Unadulterated.
Joy.