You know, the guy up and decided one day to be a writer, without any previous experience (by now, of course, he has tons of experience) but sometimes, his work reminds me of that amateur past. Like it’s bad when I’m reading and I see sentences and passages to delete, right?
Before work this morning, First Son asked that I draw the G train, but his request was neverending â€“ I had to write out the station name, draw the wheels, the tracks, and all the people. He told me whom to draw (various members of the family). I gave myself a schoolmarmish blouse with three buttons, which I drew as three small circles in a vertical line near the neck. This prompted him to ask if I were a robot.
I donâ€™t know. Maybe I am?
To my friends who listen with polite interest while I rapturously relive particularly excellent episodes of â€œSo You Think You Can Danceâ€ (which really means all my friends, because I donâ€™t think I know anyone other than Husband who watches this show. The rest of the viewership must be children) — there is this great hip hop dancer named Twitch, a former contestant and maybe winner who comes back to perform. He performed last night, and the way this guy moves is amazing. I know when people dance and it looks effortless, although they’re spiraling several feet off the ground, etc., that it’s not just talent but hours and hours of work, but man, some people really can dance! This isnâ€™t even my favorite Naps and Tabs hip hop choreo (their full names are Napoleon and Tabitha, but I can refer to them by nicknames without irony. One of my few saving graces: There is an organization called The League of Extraordinary Choreographersâ€¦and I can never say that without giggling.)
But go on, click the link, this guyâ€™s dancing is sublime, sublime, sublime.
Sometimes, context really makes the music. I listen to Lady Gaga on my Ipod to go running, but when I happened to find myself at a gay night club last Saturday night, “Paparazzi” came on booming on the sound system, and I was more wowed than usual. Her music is just made for gay nightclubs — the voice, the catchy hook, the insistent beat. The setting made me see her music in a completely different light.