Do Clothes Make the Dancer?

From a conversation in the LiveJournal Bellydancing community:

What gets me, though, are people like one of my first students, who lives in a different city. She's a teacher now, and claims on all of her posters and business cards that she teaches/dances Egyptian belly dance. But she doesn't. What I see her doing bears little in common to the dances I see by native Egyptian dancers. She dances a patois of Turkish, raqs sharqi, Lebanese, and Rroma. It's fine that she dances this way, but misleading to say she's doing something she is not. ( And I know she is supplying misinformation to her students. )

Love and Marriage

Baby, it's cold outside! I walked to a downtown restaurant this morning to attend a birthday/anniversary/Valentine's lunch with some friends, only to have the restaurant too full of folks. So we walked another block and went to The Snooty Fox, instead. I ordered a Canandian Baked Bread (yes, that's how it's spelled in the menu) and a BLT. I ended up taking the BLT to school, afterwards. The Canandian bread and the homefries that came with my sandwich were sufficient to fill me up.

I spent the day soldering fruitlessly, then deciding to do something much easier which also happens to look even better than my original idea, yet still fit within the parameters of my original design. Wow! Instead of soldering half jumprings all around a big hunk of cast silver, I instead soldered on a sheet of Nu-gold, then cut away all the bits I didn't want. I'm left with a two-toned ring which follows my design line much better. Hoorah for ingenuity!

While finishing up, I finished listening to Harry Kemelman's Tuesday the Rabbi Saw Red. The Rabbi David Small series is quite enjoyable. Although it's light reading (or listening, in my case), it's also quite educational, to a Gentile like myself. Murders are solved through rabbinical methods. It's a bit like Matlock with a yarmulke.

Yesterday, f00dave gave me a special treat: breakfast in bed. This is practically unheard of, in this household! I had one of my absolute favourite breakfasts: fresh strawberries with sugar and thick cream, and a cup of tea. Mmmm.... Afterwards, I finished reading Robin Hobb's Fool's Fate, which, I believe, quite neatly completes the series about Fitz and the Fool. If I'm wrong, please let me know. I feel compelled to read more. In the meantime, I've finally begun reading Irvine Welsh's Porno. I've only just begun, and it's just as vulgar as I thought it would be.

I realize I'm a day late for expressing my fond, loving wishes to you, but Happy Dead Murdered Saint Day! ( I have a special card just for you. )