Daybed ReviewOpinions are made to be changed -- or how is truth to be got at? Tuesday, October 3, 2000 A year ago, Jack bought the black metal daybed that works with the trundle bed he'd already purchased. The idea behind this setup was a good one -- we'd have room to sleep together the nights I'm in Bellingham, but Jack would have more room in his bedroom-studio-office to work on stuff when I'm not there. It hasn't really worked out, for several reasons:
So our current practice is to sleep in the living room, which is a bit dicey for privacy if either of Jack's daughters are around. It normally works out ok, though, and the futon is comfortable for me.
Tonight was the second in the series of dance classes I'm taking from Viola Spencer and Bryan Lynch. I posted to the swing-seattle-chat list yesterday, talking up the class and mentioning that there was room available. We did have few new faces tonight, so maybe that did some good, or maybe other folks were recruiting also. We concentrated on different footwork patterns, doing some excercises to get us used to being on the "wrong" foot. It's good practice, since that way you have more freedom if some variation puts you there unexpectedly. You can defy that strong impulse to immediately fudge and put yourself back on the "right" foot right away. It's fun going around the rotation and having the leads put together all the different variations we've learned so far. We've had variations in direction, in rhythm, and in emphasis. Oh, and Viola taught us a bit of the Trankey Do to warm up the class. This is a swing or jazz line dance, similar to the Big Apple in that it always starts off the same way, but it exists in many different versions after that beginning. Vi has been teaching this at workshops for a long time, but it hasn't reached critical mass in Seattle. But some New York dancers learned it from her in Texas, and are teaching it themselves now in New York! (See these Yehoodi threads: Soon you'll be Trankey Doo-ing it!, Spuds and Redbella at Central Park.)
I got some email from someone who must have been doing a search for The Slipper and the Rose and found an entry where I mentioned that movie. Well, I did more than mention it; I went on a bit about how tedious I found it. My correspondent wasn't angry, I think, but couldn't conceive of how anyone could have a different opinion of the movie than she did -- "This is my favorite movie of all time! The entire thing is magical... I have NEVER slept through it and watch it every chance I get. This is a wonderful movie and absolutely THE best telling of cinderella I have ever seen." I could only say, "Isn't it interesting how different people can like different movies? I know I don't like the same ones as my boyfriend, necessarily," and thank her for reading.
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