Original writing, unassigned, unprompted
It was a good tango night for me last Tuesday at El V.
I got there early and got a chance to dance with some of my favorite leader friends, some of whom (maybe) got there early for the chance to dance with me. There were moments of flow, and joy, and laughter, and we said sweet warm words to each other between the dances. I got to dance with a visitor, who was lovely. I danced most of the time I was there and left at a good time. Continue reading “A way to value myself, in the tango village”
I’ve been sleeping well for the past 4 weeks. Even on Sunday nights after tango, I finish dancing at 9 in Oakland, I fall asleep by 10:30 in the Mission and sleep all the night through. I’ve had decent energy, too, consistently throughout the waking hours. Continue reading “I Am Floating”
Harvey invites us to go to our “happy place”, as we lie down to close the practice, to close the class. “Maybe a beach, maybe a top of a mountain, maybe a chaise lounge by a pool.” Continue reading “A Happy Place?”
Most of the music I am exposed to these days is whatever I hear at the milongas (tango), the Classical Revolution (classical), and whatever I already have. I often choose podcasts over music as the commute/ chores/ solo walks background. Occasionally, there is a new music review bit on the Fresh Air. Most of it I don’t find appealing enough to go back to.
The piece on Courtney Barnett‘s debut album “Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometimes I Just Sit” was a refreshing exception, because of the uncompromising authentic voice and poetry. Continue reading “A Reminder, a Current Theme, an Alt Tango etc: Courtney Barnett’s Debut Album Review of Sorts”
“Copying in Ramin for…” I start typing in an e-mail reply, almost the last work task on a Tuesday.
Pause.
For… what? …Sanity? …Support? …Authority?
Pop.
A new e-mail from Ramin arrives (isn’t he on vacation?). The subject line stands out: “** Permanent Forwarding Address” Continue reading “** Permanent Forwarding”
Love letters understated 