Electricity hates me, or maybe it's technology...
I am without a doubt the person least suited for using technology of any kind. Seriously,I shouldn't be allowed with anything more complicated than a rock and a stick, but I hate baseball so that's out, too.
My new classes started last night in a lovely space in the bottom of a really beautiful church on Young Street here in Halifax. There were a few glitches, but nothing I couldn't handle with a few well placed curse words.
It all started early in the day, while I was reviewing the music for the class, my iTunes wouldn't play any of the songs I wanted it to play, it just kept telling me it couldn't find the file, and asking if I would like to locate it. I looked behind the couch,found two cat-spit-soaked furless mousie toys but no files. It wasn't in the fridge either, but we had some nice strawberries in there so I had those while I thought it through. I must have moved some music files when I was reorganizing my "my documents" file, however, I have no freaking idea where I put them. Great.
Have I mentioned that I am kind of an idiot where technology is concerned.
So, I dug out about sixty cd's of arabic music and proceeded to reload my itunes program. But some of the songs I am missing were loaded from cd's that have since been culled from the collection, le sigh...lesson learned, as soon as you get rid of it you will need it. Crap.
I did, however recover and epic twelve minute long song, called Muzika Leyla, the music of the night, for those of you who don't speak Arabic. It will be our troupe project this term and it promises to be an astounding piece of choreography. I think the troupe I have this season will be the most positive group I have put together yet. Everyone is excited about working together for a common goal, they all love the music choice.
So back to the glitches, I arrived at the church fifteen minutes before class time, as usual. I posted signs so my troupe members could find me. I also plugged in my stereo and tried to play a little music to set the mood. There was no power in the plug. So I moved the stereo to another plug, still nothing, on to the third plug, nada.(Insanity was described by Einstein as a person repeating the same actions over and over while expecting different results) So I thought, why not look in the electrical room and find the breaker and switch it on...the electrical room has the following contents, A locked High Voltage electrical panel, A phone line junction panel, a door to Narnia, two locked main breaker switches, four things my dad used to call a "Square D", and one panel, housing breakers that wasn't locked, but I couln't reach. [hearing Billy Barty singing "We Represent the Lolly-pop Guild"]
I called the folks who take care of the space for help. But my cell phone, thwarted by the fact I was underneath a stone building weighing several hundred tons, surrounded by electrical equipment cut out.(I wonder, is that how much churches weigh?) So I ran upstairs and phoned back and luckily someone was there and could zip over to get the power on. (YAY BOB) He was very sweet about it, really kind. As it turns out there were two other places in the building that had breaker stations, which he checked first, but the switch we needed was in that panel I couldn't reach, guess that explains the step ladder outside the door.
The church has a lovely little auditorium, with an actual stage. The stage isn't huge but ample for what I have planned for the show coming up on December 4th. So, while we were waiting for Bob to come I took a few minutes to show my gals the stage we will be using for the show. Loving the element of surprise, I told them I'd take them on a wee tour. So we went through the kitchen/hallway that runs behind the stage, I turned on the hallway light but the stage lights are on the opposite side so I said, "Follow me." And led them up the stairs onto the stage in the dark, then zipped across to the other wing and flipped on the lights. It was a very rewarding moment! They practically squealed with delight, well Trina actually squealed, but she's as prone to squealing as I am.
So with power restored we got down to the business of dancing, both classes went really well, I felt rusty and the acoustics in the room will take me some time to get used to, but I love the space,it's huge. Plus I am so happy that a bunch of my former students have returned! Welcome back gals!
At the end of the night, I packed up and got the back door of the gym closed, nearly dislocating both shoulders in the process. Apparently doors are too technologically advanced for me as well.
Then I turned the lights off, but there was still light coming from somewhere...hmmm. I checked the stage, nope, checked the creepy back hallway, nope, checked the kitchen that is also the backstage and the hallway, nope, finally found the light on in the little powder room off the kitchen, flicked it out, BOOM! I am standing in pitch black darkness in a creepy unfamiliar church basement, with weird random hallways full of doors that go to other dimensions for all I know. EEEP!
I know there is never NO LIGHT, so I waited for a few seconds, my eyes adjusted, there were no drooling monsters standing in front of me so I zipped up the stairs and left, being sure to lock the church door behind me. All in all a great night. AH! in all that confusion, I forgot to take the bag of fabric Di was giving away...OH well, It will be there when I go back tomorrow.
Belinda
My new classes started last night in a lovely space in the bottom of a really beautiful church on Young Street here in Halifax. There were a few glitches, but nothing I couldn't handle with a few well placed curse words.
It all started early in the day, while I was reviewing the music for the class, my iTunes wouldn't play any of the songs I wanted it to play, it just kept telling me it couldn't find the file, and asking if I would like to locate it. I looked behind the couch,found two cat-spit-soaked furless mousie toys but no files. It wasn't in the fridge either, but we had some nice strawberries in there so I had those while I thought it through. I must have moved some music files when I was reorganizing my "my documents" file, however, I have no freaking idea where I put them. Great.
Have I mentioned that I am kind of an idiot where technology is concerned.
So, I dug out about sixty cd's of arabic music and proceeded to reload my itunes program. But some of the songs I am missing were loaded from cd's that have since been culled from the collection, le sigh...lesson learned, as soon as you get rid of it you will need it. Crap.
I did, however recover and epic twelve minute long song, called Muzika Leyla, the music of the night, for those of you who don't speak Arabic. It will be our troupe project this term and it promises to be an astounding piece of choreography. I think the troupe I have this season will be the most positive group I have put together yet. Everyone is excited about working together for a common goal, they all love the music choice.
So back to the glitches, I arrived at the church fifteen minutes before class time, as usual. I posted signs so my troupe members could find me. I also plugged in my stereo and tried to play a little music to set the mood. There was no power in the plug. So I moved the stereo to another plug, still nothing, on to the third plug, nada.(Insanity was described by Einstein as a person repeating the same actions over and over while expecting different results) So I thought, why not look in the electrical room and find the breaker and switch it on...the electrical room has the following contents, A locked High Voltage electrical panel, A phone line junction panel, a door to Narnia, two locked main breaker switches, four things my dad used to call a "Square D", and one panel, housing breakers that wasn't locked, but I couln't reach. [hearing Billy Barty singing "We Represent the Lolly-pop Guild"]
I called the folks who take care of the space for help. But my cell phone, thwarted by the fact I was underneath a stone building weighing several hundred tons, surrounded by electrical equipment cut out.(I wonder, is that how much churches weigh?) So I ran upstairs and phoned back and luckily someone was there and could zip over to get the power on. (YAY BOB) He was very sweet about it, really kind. As it turns out there were two other places in the building that had breaker stations, which he checked first, but the switch we needed was in that panel I couldn't reach, guess that explains the step ladder outside the door.
The church has a lovely little auditorium, with an actual stage. The stage isn't huge but ample for what I have planned for the show coming up on December 4th. So, while we were waiting for Bob to come I took a few minutes to show my gals the stage we will be using for the show. Loving the element of surprise, I told them I'd take them on a wee tour. So we went through the kitchen/hallway that runs behind the stage, I turned on the hallway light but the stage lights are on the opposite side so I said, "Follow me." And led them up the stairs onto the stage in the dark, then zipped across to the other wing and flipped on the lights. It was a very rewarding moment! They practically squealed with delight, well Trina actually squealed, but she's as prone to squealing as I am.
So with power restored we got down to the business of dancing, both classes went really well, I felt rusty and the acoustics in the room will take me some time to get used to, but I love the space,it's huge. Plus I am so happy that a bunch of my former students have returned! Welcome back gals!
At the end of the night, I packed up and got the back door of the gym closed, nearly dislocating both shoulders in the process. Apparently doors are too technologically advanced for me as well.
Then I turned the lights off, but there was still light coming from somewhere...hmmm. I checked the stage, nope, checked the creepy back hallway, nope, checked the kitchen that is also the backstage and the hallway, nope, finally found the light on in the little powder room off the kitchen, flicked it out, BOOM! I am standing in pitch black darkness in a creepy unfamiliar church basement, with weird random hallways full of doors that go to other dimensions for all I know. EEEP!
I know there is never NO LIGHT, so I waited for a few seconds, my eyes adjusted, there were no drooling monsters standing in front of me so I zipped up the stairs and left, being sure to lock the church door behind me. All in all a great night. AH! in all that confusion, I forgot to take the bag of fabric Di was giving away...OH well, It will be there when I go back tomorrow.
Belinda