Another Day, Another Dance

Today's clip is a section from the ballet Don Quixote. Patrick Bissell starts us off, and he's good.

But then Mikhail Baryshnikov takes over, and there is a huge thumping sound as my jaw smashes down on the floor. Good lord. Has he never heard of gravity?

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From the Peanut Gallery

I haven't excerpted from my guestbook in quite some time. Let's rectify that.

jonny b goode writes,

Hi Shanmonster,

A quick question - how do you survive? I am a shaman and I have to fight to survive - I am being voraciously attacked - modern burning if you like. I am not allowed to speak to anybody, work etc.

I live like I am in a cage.

What is youir secret?

P.S. To all you righteous right bashers there is a lot of evidence to suggest that Jesus was a shaman...

quinten writes,

you sick little satanic freaks with your witchcraft and lesbian dancing make me sick. repent now. the end is near. Jesus will save you, repent before evil completly overtakes you. Praise the Lord.

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All in a Day's Workout

I just got back from the gym where I did a group weight-lifting class. When we started the lunge section, the instructor said, "This one's a toughie. I'd give it a ten out of ten on the difficulty scale."

So I hunkered down and started working, left leg forward. It was pretty tough, too! My rear leg started getting the wobbles toward the end of the first set. Then we shook our legs out and continued. Holy cow, I thought. This second set is going to kill me!

I couldn't finish the second set. My right calf was quivering like it had just dropped from the cow, and I had to pause and give myself a quick little massage. Then the song ended and I realized that the instructor had forgotten to cue us to change sides.

If you do two sets, it's brutal. But with one set, I certainly wouldn't call it a ten out of ten. Maybe a seven, tops.

In either case, when I teach my dance then take my wing chun class tonight, I fully expect to be like a mass of wobbly jello. Go me....