Djembe

This is a piece I choreographed for my Dance Composition final last semester. I tried to go a little outside the box by letting the music be dictated and inspired from the movement... I thought it turned out pretty good.

The Legacy of Two Bearcats...

Two Bearcats wandered, in ghastly heat, through the Sahara desert. Their direction; fixed. Their minds; focused. They were in route to uncover eternal wisdom... a mystery that would grant them their hearts desire. For five hundred days they walked... searching. Their padded little Bearcat paws were blistered from the scorching sun beaming down on their path marked in sand. Finally, in the 6th hour of the 500th day they reached their destination. Their eyes grew with anticipation as they gazed upon it... THE FLAMING SPHERE... (of which most Bearcats feared).
According to law, the SPHERE would grant them each one of their hearts desire. If the SPHERE saw no intention of ill will in the tiny
fur burroughed heart of the Bearcat, his desire would be granted along with a complimentary ball of yarn and jar of honey. If the SPHERE found the desire to be self seeking or dull; the bearcat would be sent away immediately to walk 500 days back home in a pool of water chased by a swarm of angry bees.
The Bearcat to the right asked for limitless wealth. He was, without hesitation, struck dead by lightning... nobody saw this coming. Especially because this was not the negotiating consequence for such a selfish request. The bearcat on the left asked for peace on earth, the answer to global warming, a bag of cat nip, and a picnic lunch (bears seem to like that). The SPHERE, pleased with the Bearcat, granted his hearts desire along with the complimentary ball of yarn and jar of honey.
So now I ask you, dear readers, to search your heart and ask yourself one question.....

..... which Bearcat are you?

You know you've Done It...

I know you have... you know you have. Whether you choose to admit it or not. We all have our moments... you're thinking of it now... and even though you were only 7 years old and weren't aware of the social stigma escorted by "girl bowl cuts" and pleated, stone washed jeans... your cheeks flush at the thought... at such blissfully embarassing moments.

I've had my fair share... being the middle kid of 5 children... I deem the following appropriate and somewhat entertaining enough to share with you all...

Road trips. You act like they were such wonderful... bonding family experiences... but who truly enjoys them? You can't play highway bingo forever... especially in Kansas... in fact you have no chance in winning that game ever in Kansas... because you'll never be so lucky as to find... a box of cheetohs on the side of the road... a wandering kite... living vegetation of any sort... etc etc

My point; you must occupy yourself... of which I am quite experienced. So of course I resort to the sugar encrusted Krispy Kreme napkin chillin halfway under my yellow school bus hi-tops to do the job. I then proceeded to rip the napkin in small pieces, roll it into a ball, and then shove it into my nostrils... it seemed a good idea at the time. Don't hate. Besides my older brother and sister only encouraged the festivities... remember they were subject to the same never ending highway bingo...
i would shove one in... plug the other side... and blast it out... mmmm... delicious. Of course... the stakes are raised and I am faced with a new challenge... one that I must accept to maintain any sort of sanity on this family adventure.
Two wads at a time? How bout three? Or even four? Oh yeah, bingo's on the floor... we're not playing around anymore.... this is for real. I blasted out four wads from my left nostril like a droopy eyed Bassett Hound hot on the trail of some vermin... Five? No biggie. Ripped five pieces... systematically rolled them each up (I'd say a quarter inch each)... yawning all the while... like this was nothing but a habitual "family vacation" pastime... lined em all up in the right nostril... ready for launch... one problem... we hit a bump (or perhaps an armadillo?) in the road... I naturally sniff in with all my might. I'm done... instant cloggage...
To shorten this already painfully long story...
my mom did the whole, dramatic swerve and pull over thing.... of course cranked my seat back... full recline... and wedged her pointy pinky nail in my distressed 7 yr old nostril.
Blood. Snot. Tears. Five hours and one hospital trip later... I am free from my self inflicted Krispy Kreme bondage. Thank God.

Word to the wise... don't put foreign objects in your nose. Save yourself... just go ahead and play bingo.

yo tengo frustraciones!

They are those moments throughout the day that, if you took a step back and watched yourself, in a freeze- frame Zach Morris kinda way, you would probably get a kick out of yourself. It really is funny, although at the time, your beet red with frustration and feel more like spitting nails than spewing giggly rainbows. For me, its our door that my blessed father, who ironically is in construction, put up backwards. I usually have about five arm loads of crap clenched in my stressed out, ashy fingers as I try to enter my house. Because our screen door opens backwards there is about a two inch space to squeeze my obnoxiously large keychain (which includes five mysterious keys and a rusted clip on bottle of mace) to unlock the door. I usually balance my five loads of crap in my right arm while twisting my left wrist to open the door. I dread unlocking that blasted door everytime I get home.

Here's a small list of frustrating everyday things:

1. Untimely allergy attacks
2. Folding fitted sheets
3. Untimely allergy attack while folding fitted sheets
4. Dry hands that "pick" at soft fabric (agh!)
5. Walking to and from the beach *esp with too much gear... cooler, chair, towels, unnecessary oils etc)
6. Being genuinely angry while having the hiccups (nobody takes you serious when you have the hiccups)

Feel free to add on, what is that one or two or too many things that just frustrate you during your day. Think about it, write about it, and then you'll most likely laugh about it.