On Vox: Let it marinate.
Every time I take a break from regular dancing, I have to re-learn how to learn. When I'm in the general zone of dancing at least two times a week, I'm pretty good at picking up choreo right off the bat. My method is to envision the movements while in the shower, imagining the water descending upon my head gently pounding the newness into my brain. Then I envision it while lying down in bed. Then I sleep on it. It usually works, and after constant practices and exclusive dance time, I get to the point where these "marinating" sessions are less necessary. I get to what I can be great at - picking up dances quickly.
Last night we had our first rehearsal for DWB's appearance at Collaboration Showcase. I haven't danced hip-hop in over a year. (Last time I performed I was hungover from my own birthday party. Great success.) I haven't done any consistent organized dance since June. Somehow with the new year of 2007 and the middle of the month of February, it all just came rolling back into my life, and here I am with more schedules than the standard set of iCal color options can carry. Overbooking again, Miss Mayka?
So last night I felt slightly retarded again. (I don't use that word unless I actually mean it in its respected definition.) I wasn't getting counts. I was holding back because I wasn't falling headfirst and going all into the new moves. I felt hesitant, and one of the side effects of me hesitating in dance is anticipating too much and moving too soon - not flowing with the sometimes last-minuteness of the music. I definitely had no expression. I couldn't figure out why my body shapes weren't matching the other girls', etc.
I didn't expect coming back into dance being totally smooth and without any hint of a transition. It's just a reminder to myself that I can't sit around and keep my passion on call. Dance is a passion, and it may take talent, but it is also a skill that must be kept alive.
Here's to that awkward stage of re-entry into the dance world, and I really am grateful that the challenge has re-presented itself.
Nostalgia
Today, as I looked outside and thought about how grand it would be to take a walk downtown and be surrounded by bustling people, I was hit by a heavy twang of missing Seattle. I curbed my temporary sorrow by lunching with Iris downtown. At least I've still got the ten-minute walk option, if not instant access to amazing salmon.
Sexy to Sleazy in Six Seconds
On the way to the Westfield Shoppingtown, I spotted a really good looking Black man walking in my direction. I wasn't wearing sunglasses, so I quickly averted my eyes because I simply can't have someone see me see them. We came closer to each other and I carefully walked with blinders on, though aware that he was about to pass on my right. As we approached each other, I heard him say, "How's it going?"
But it wasn't hot.
It wasn't cute.
It was sleazy.
He instantly lost his attractiveness in delivering me a one-liner that could not, would not be answered. It's the middle of the business lunch hour. There's no way I'm going to let you hit on me in the street in broad daylight like that. You've just left a sour memory in my mind because I thought we could just be happy, mysterious little strangers passing on the sidewalk.
Why couldn't you just meet my eyes with a simple smile? I would have had something to smile about whenever I'd need a pick-me -up later today.
Studio iH8
The team that runs Studio iH8/Vivid's guestlist e-mails is a bunch of assholes.
I've attempted to remove my e-mail address from this VIP list even before Vivid was open. Numerous attempts have simply failed and gone unrecognized. Could something be done to remove this e-mail address from your cache?
Thanks,
~M.
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Originally posted on themaykazine.vox.com