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Hiding Things
Thursday, March 12, 1998 Lately my mood has not been the best. (Duh!) As part of my recovery program, I've been looking for cheerful, funny things on the web. If you haven't looked at the rest of Wally's site (his journal is "Living the Wally Lifestyle"), you really should! Yesterday and today I was going through his stuff, and of course taking the opportunity to act as net nag and inform him of all technical goobers and such. Of course, he calls to thank me. Then we chat. I know he regrets saying to me "Gee, I hope you snap out of this and feel better soon," since this is not a useful thing to say to a friend with a heartache. He has also nominated me as for the role of Intromittent Organ Inspector for a project he is proposing to the members of diary-l, the mailing list for online journalers. I really did make a clever remark on that list today. (I mostly lurk there and don't post.) In reference to a thread about readers who get a little too obsessed with a particular journal and turn from fans into stalkers, Wally wrote that if you have such a reader, you should probably avoid "hide the carrot" stories in your journal. When Jeanne Lawrence repeated "hide the carrot?", I chimed in:
We talked while he had a sandwich, then danced when the band started. He has come a long way in the last few months in dance skill! I also danced with Dan and Nat, whom I know from my Thursday night classes. I think that's a big benefit of taking lessons: if you know more people you get asked to dance more often, and there are more people you (I) feel comfortable asking to dance. Leo, a coworker on my team, and two friends of his were there as well, so I urged Tom to ask one of those women to dance. Yay, he did! Tonight I was at dance class at the Russian Center. I'd already learned one of the steps we were taught, during the Lindy lessons at a previous Wednesday night dance, which pleased me. The step was the "jig-kick" Charleston, or is it just jig-kick? This starts from a regular Charleston, then the dancers take turns kicking in between each other's legs. Could be dangerous, if you don't do it correctly! I love what I'm learning, but I'm not a "natural" at dancing. It takes work, so if we get something in class that I already know how to do, I don't mind. I'm taking intermediate Lindy, and repeating the beginning level. I finally mastered the mini-dip in the beginning class tonight, which had confused and baffled me when it was taught before. This step has both partners sinking down low, then turning and leaning away from each other, standing on one leg and snapping their fingers. Cool! I didn't stay as late at the after-class dance as I would have wished, as a wave of nausea and malaise came over me. So my friend Jon Newman gave me a ride home.
Jason-related material was here, but I removed it. It did contain a link to a funny anecdote, though, so I will include that here.
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Wednesday night I had my regular two dance classes, then got a beverage at the cafe. They were out of both my favorite strawberry lemonade, and the regular lemonade, so I ordered apple-rasberry juice and a talking rain, and mixed them. There is a regular Wednesday night dance with a live band that I often go to, but I wasn't really feeling up for it. I had left the building and was picking my way through the construction they've got going on in front, when I heard someone calling my name. It was my friend Tom Lawrence. He'd been look at apartments in Seattle, and was coming to the Century Ballroom to practice his dancing. So I turned around and went back inside, after a short walk with him to get his dance shoes from his car. 