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402 days. 402 (plus or minus… mostly minus) posts.

Month: February, 2013

Day 76: Dating Dancers

Here are nine things you should know about dating dancers (inspired by this clever post about dating architects).

1. Dancers’ tastes are highly prone to change. They might love pancakes and blues music on Sunday and then think pancakes and blues music are the worst on Monday. This adaptability serves them well in the studio. If a movement they imagine doesn’t seem to work in real life, they’ll change it. Or, they’ll spend three hours trying to execute it before realizing they don’t like it anymore anyway.

2. They’re a little stubborn. It’s impossible to lift another dancer while doing a handstand, you say? Watch and learn, buddy. Real-world translation: the dimensions of that bookshelf are too large for the allotted area, you say? Watch and learn, buddy. Two dented walls and a broken bookshelf later, everything fits.

3. They like dance and they’re pretty sure you’ll like it too if you see as much of it as they do. They may shield you from the two-hour “Objectified: Why Ketchup Makes Me Look Like Meat” solo show, but they’ll invite you go to see anything and everything moderately audience-friendly. The great thing is that you’ll actually really enjoy it (most of it).

4. They have anywhere from three to fifteen different jobs, at least two of which are unpaid. This makes them seem scatterbrained at times, but they’re actually highly organized and dedicated.

5. Dancers’ financial planning skills enable them to get from Point A to Point B, but Point B is probably only two months away. Or it’s tomorrow. Dancers’ art is ephemeral and so is their money. That said, they don’t want you to buy them things. They can take care of themselves.

6. They talk a lot about their perpetual injuries, especially when with other dancers. It’s important to note that they aren’t complaining; injuries are just common conversation topics. “How’s that strained psoas today, Jen?” “Oh, it’s fine. But my IT band is killing me. How’s your knee healing?” “Pretty slow. Check out these bruises!” “Ooh, pretty!”

7. To combat the injuries, they’re constantly getting massages, acupuncture, acupressure and a variety of other bodywork methods that aren’t covered by the insurance they probably don’t have. If they’ve been in the field for a while, they have a pile of bodywork receipts somewhere that you should please not touch or move. It’s their accounting pile and it’s arranged just-so.

8. Dancers’ wardrobes tend to be either vintage-trendy or I’ve-been-wearing-this-disgusting-shirt-since-sixth-grade-and-it’s-still-comfortable-so-I-love-it. They have mastered the art of layering and are generally un-bashful when it comes to changing clothes in public.

9. They’re quirky by nature and they appreciate other quirky people. Don’t hide your collection of 1960s troll dolls or the fact that you can’t get up from a table without knocking on it first. Their freak flags are generally pretty close to the surface, so you should always feel free to fly yours.

Day 75: Rest

After a short night’s sleep and a weirdly long time standing in a cold shower, deciding whether or not to buck up and bathe or just be dirty for the day (I think the water heater broke), I’m following up a quote from T.K.V. Desikachar with another quote from T.K.V. Desikachar:

“There is one rule to follow regarding rest: if we need a rest, we take one.”

RestResting can occur anywhere.

Day 74: Beginning

If you’ve ever taken a yoga class with me, I’ve probably shared this quote with you. More than once.

It’s so simple and straightforward, yet so hard to implement sometimes. It’s one of my favorites.

“We begin where we are and how we are, and whatever happens, happens.”
– T.K.V. Desikachar, The Heart of Yoga

It’s an open invitation to all of us to approach every single moment of our lives from our present states, without judgment. We move from wherever we start (and we get to choose if the direction of our movement is positive or negative). We don’t have to wake up each day focused on yesterday or anxious about tomorrow, because we can only begin from where we are and how we are in the current moment.

We are always beginning.

Day 73: Get Yourself Some Tim Tams

Before I left for Australia, my dentist and I had a little conversation while he filled my new cavity:

Dentist: So, you quit your job, eh? Any big plans?
Me: Huh. (“Yes, but I can’t say much because my mouth is busy.”)
Dentist: I bet you’ve got some big plans.
Me: Uh huh. (“Seriously, how am I supposed to answer you?”)
Dentist: Like what?
Me: Unh… Au-ha-ia. (“Australia.”)
Dentist: What?
Me: Au-haaa-ia. (“Australia.”)
Dentist: Australia! Wonderful! You know, I went there once. I came back with an extra 15 pounds and a bad rash.
Me: …Uh… (“…I am both sorry to hear that and afraid you’re going to tell me more.”)
Dentist: You know what you have to get while you’re there, right?
Me: Eeeh a hahh! (“Hopefully not a rash!”)
Dentist: What?
Me: …Uhh. (“…Nothing. I’m sorry I said that.”)
Dentist: Tim Tams! Get yourself some Tim Tams. They are delightful little cookies!
Me: Ah hoo ahiee, iigh? (“As soon as you fill my cavity, right?”)
Dentist: What?
Me: Ehh. (“Never mind. Also, my mouth is tired.”)
Dentist: Just don’t ruin this new filling. I’d feel pretty badly if I encouraged you to eat a bunch of cookies and then you came back here with more cavities. And try not to get a rash. It was awful.

Well, Dentist, I’m happy to report I continue to be rashless. And you were right; Tim Tams are delightful. I anticipate my “1 biscuit” = “5 cookies” translation might be slightly off, but I promise I will floss sometime between now and the next time I see you.

Tim Tams

Day 72: Bean Day

I’ve been eating a lot of chili lately. A non-comprehensive list of people as beans was inevitable. Here she is:

Black Bean. Everybody knows and loves you. You’re humble and unpretentious, but you can be the life of the party in a pinch. You experimented with veganism in college, but you quit when you realized you couldn’t eat real cheese. You love cheese.

Kidney Bean. Depending on the day, you either look classy or glassy and gross. But even on your gross days, you’re very fit. While you’re not an exercise fanatic, you have a consistent cardio workout schedule and enjoy a good detoxification diet. You manage your blood pressure well.

Soybean. You’re well traveled, versatile and have dabbled in multiple different lines of work. People tend to either love you or hate you, and you’re generally successful with your ventures. You don’t like cold weather. And although you’d never admit to it, you secretly think you’re the best bean.

Garbanzo Bean. You’re a little wacky. Deeming yourself indestructible, you once jumped off the roof of a two-story building with a parachute made out of kale. Most things are funny to you and you are funny to most people. You come from a huge family.

Black-Eyed Pea. A born bean, you legally changed your last name to “Pea” on your 18th birthday, but you regretted the decision immensely when “Elephunk” came out in 2004. Even though you seem a little bitter, people see your softer side and generally like being around you.

beans