shanmonster | Got an Urge, Got an Urge, Got a Most Uncontrollable Urge

Finally, after a couple of years and a false start, I think I'm finally going to begin studying butoh, or post-modern dance related to butoh. I'm registering for a contemplative dance workshop with Denise Fujiwara.

I've also stumbled upon Dance Ontario, and am getting all excited at the learning opportunities. I'm just wriggling in my chair! I have noted that raqs sharqi and tribal fusion workshops appear to cost about three times more than any other sort of dance workshop in the area. I'm not sure why that is, but it's certainly giving me even more reason to expand my dance horizons. Dance is probably the biggest reason I moved to Ontario. Now, if I can only find a way to finance this dream of mine....

I managed to finagle a week off work to let my foot heal up somewhat, which helps my foot, but not my pocketbook. I feel a big difference, already. My foot has gone from constant excruciating pain to just a dull ache, with a bit more pain in the evening. And I can sleep without it waking me up, now, which is definitely an improvement. I have an appointment on Thursday to see a sports doctor who specializes in dancers. Here's hoping he can give me some good, concrete advice which will not include the ill-thought-out "you'll just have to quit dance."

In the meantime, it has been suggested to me that the bone spur could be the result of uric acids, and that cutting the red meat and caffiene from my diet for six weeks could allow my body to reabsorb the calcium deposit. It's worth a shot, so I started yesterday (although I forgot all about it for a bit and ordered a Hong Kong bubble tea. Oops).

Yesterday afternoon, I went out to see

real_bethy for her birthday lunch. I was relieved to see she is looking a whole lot better than the last few times I've seen her. She's been so very sick, the poor dear. I think she was mightily pleased to receive an infusion of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab imps.

You know how I was supposed to model at the Sin City fetish show last night? Well, it was cancelled due to the club being closed. I guess the tropical storm dumped so much water on the club that it fried the electrical circuits, and if there are no lights, there's no show. It's too bad I found out about it through the grapevine and not from an organizer. Ah well. I just ended up all dressed up with no place to go. After feasting on Mongolian food,

f00dave,

snowy_kathryn, Amelia, and I ended up playing a bizarre house rules variant of Settlers of Catan.

Decontextualized quotation of the evening: "Thongs are like bagel slicers for shit."

RIP, Steve Irwin. I'll miss your crazy antics. Anyone know the fate of the stingray who offed the croc hunter?

And check these out:

Autopsy Apparatus: It's like a can opener for heads.

Merkin World: Crotch wigs for the 21st century (thanks,

ladyiolanthe).

Now, I think I'm going to hie myself off to the gym. I haven't pumped iron in far too long....