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I look like I've been jabbed all over with sticks. I have many bruises, and can only account for about half of them (last night's breakdancing experiment). Where the other ones came from is a complete mystery to me. But despite my brutish appearance, I'm off to do a photoshoot with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angramainyu tonight.
As for the breakdance class, well, let's just say I harbour numerous doubts about my future abilities to throw down and battle. I don't think I have any potential as a breakdancer. Where some movement styles click with me right away, some do not. You can guess which category break dance is in for me. That being said, I do believe I can eventually get the basics for up rock figured out.... Except that I doubt I'll be attending any more breakdance classes. They happen during my regularly scheduled wing chun training slots. Last night's tap class, however, continued happily. Although I got lost during a few of the time signatures, I'm progressing so quickly as to utterly freak out my instructor and the advanced student in the class. So maybe I have a future in tap! I know I'm having a helluva lot of fun with it.
After dancing, I went to Ren withschwartzung, ostensibly for a business meeting, but our contact didn't show. So we hung around for a while and took in the drag show. I feel like an alien at these events. Seeing straight men dressed up like tarty women getting hit on by other straight men confuses my brains. And watching a strip-tease with a drag queen going down to nothing but strategically placed duct tape was certainly amusing. The front looked ok, but the back really looked like an arse taped shut. And I really have to wonder about just how it would feel to yank duct tape off such sensitive skin. Yikes.
Tomorrow, I'm off to London to check out the clubs there. This is just as much for work as it is for pleasure. I've been drafted into DSoL as a promotions assistant, and some of our events will be taking place there, and we want to see the clubs firsthand. Also, I may very well be dancing there this spring.
Today, I received an email from a dancer asking me to photograph her at a show. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go to her show, but it's very flattering to be asked for specifically as a photographer. I'm used to being asked for as a model, but this is my first time being requested as a photographer. I really do enjoy taking pictures, and I'm finding it an excellent creative challenge to photograph live shows, whether they're of dancers or musicians. I'll keep it up, and maybe someday I'll even get the camera that will let me take the kind of shots I want to take.
Links? Why yes!
Blind Irishman sees with the aid of son's tooth in his eye: This is probably the strangest medical headline I've ever seen.
Somebody Needs Some Pantene: Oh Christ....
Form and Function: A series of amazing photos of some amazing women: professional athletes in a wide array of shapes and sizes.
New theory (and old equations) may explain causes of ship-sinking freak waves: "On a stormy April day in 1995, the RMS Queen Elizabeth 2 was sailing in the North Atlantic when the ocean liner dipped into a 'hole in the sea.' Out of the darkness, a towering 95-foot wave threatened to crash down upon the vessel, which the 70,000-ton ship attempted to surf in order to avoid being pummeled to the bottom of the ocean." This is the sort of thing that makes me question the wisdom of those planned floating cities.
And last, but not least, comes this: Pseudopod 79: Ice: creepy mariner fiction byelanya. Download it now, because I think it's only available for today.
angramainyu tonight. As for the breakdance class, well, let's just say I harbour numerous doubts about my future abilities to throw down and battle. I don't think I have any potential as a breakdancer. Where some movement styles click with me right away, some do not. You can guess which category break dance is in for me. That being said, I do believe I can eventually get the basics for up rock figured out.... Except that I doubt I'll be attending any more breakdance classes. They happen during my regularly scheduled wing chun training slots. Last night's tap class, however, continued happily. Although I got lost during a few of the time signatures, I'm progressing so quickly as to utterly freak out my instructor and the advanced student in the class. So maybe I have a future in tap! I know I'm having a helluva lot of fun with it.
After dancing, I went to Ren with
schwartzung, ostensibly for a business meeting, but our contact didn't show. So we hung around for a while and took in the drag show. I feel like an alien at these events. Seeing straight men dressed up like tarty women getting hit on by other straight men confuses my brains. And watching a strip-tease with a drag queen going down to nothing but strategically placed duct tape was certainly amusing. The front looked ok, but the back really looked like an arse taped shut. And I really have to wonder about just how it would feel to yank duct tape off such sensitive skin. Yikes.Tomorrow, I'm off to London to check out the clubs there. This is just as much for work as it is for pleasure. I've been drafted into DSoL as a promotions assistant, and some of our events will be taking place there, and we want to see the clubs firsthand. Also, I may very well be dancing there this spring.
Today, I received an email from a dancer asking me to photograph her at a show. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go to her show, but it's very flattering to be asked for specifically as a photographer. I'm used to being asked for as a model, but this is my first time being requested as a photographer. I really do enjoy taking pictures, and I'm finding it an excellent creative challenge to photograph live shows, whether they're of dancers or musicians. I'll keep it up, and maybe someday I'll even get the camera that will let me take the kind of shots I want to take.
Links? Why yes!
Blind Irishman sees with the aid of son's tooth in his eye: This is probably the strangest medical headline I've ever seen.
Somebody Needs Some Pantene: Oh Christ....
Form and Function: A series of amazing photos of some amazing women: professional athletes in a wide array of shapes and sizes.
New theory (and old equations) may explain causes of ship-sinking freak waves: "On a stormy April day in 1995, the RMS Queen Elizabeth 2 was sailing in the North Atlantic when the ocean liner dipped into a 'hole in the sea.' Out of the darkness, a towering 95-foot wave threatened to crash down upon the vessel, which the 70,000-ton ship attempted to surf in order to avoid being pummeled to the bottom of the ocean." This is the sort of thing that makes me question the wisdom of those planned floating cities.
And last, but not least, comes this: Pseudopod 79: Ice: creepy mariner fiction by
elanya. Download it now, because I think it's only available for today.
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