Friday, March 31, 2006

Birthday Wishes

Y'all share the love - it's Miss O'Hara's birthday!

It's all about the expression

Uh... yeah... she makes me want to buy this dress:

It's like a zombie prom night thing.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Going to great lengths....

for a toy. A little boy wriggled into a toy machine because he wanted one. And he wanted it now!

I wonder if that was any easier than those stupid crane things that never work but you keep sticking the dollars in anyway because the pink elephant is just too cute. And if you finally get it, you realize it wasn't worth $20.

Do you think those things are rigged to give you the toy after you spend a certain amount of money? It's like a carnival game with even worse odds.

Anyway, here's the toy machine spelunker's picture:

Next bill before your local legislature: banning of toy vending machines. They are awful and represent a real danger to children everywhere. Because government has fixed everything else. A bill on that would rank right up there next to the road kill bill in my opinion.

A purr to Elena for emailing the article.. and for explaining the picture to me because I didn't read the email and only looked at the picture. Duh.

How not to handle a lady on the dance floor

Sundays at the studio are geared more toward newer dancers. I'm OK with that. There is a core group of people who I hang out with, and everybody dances with everyone else. Skill level isn't really that important.

We were all beginners at one point.


Just because you are a beginner, Mr. "I'm New to Dance," doesn't mean that you can ignore proper dance frame.

Rule 1: Do NOT grab anywhere near my breasts or the sides of my breasts. Your hand goes on my back—at the shoulder blade. You are not my husband or my doctor—you do not have permission to touch me there.

Rule 2: Leading a lady down the line of the dance doesn't mean acting like a bulldozer and shoving her across the floor. Social dance isn't the Indy 500!

I actually stopped one guy (who was attempting to count the beat and was totally missing) and said, "No! Stop. Listen to the beat. You are counting too fast. It's a waltz. Listen for the strong downbeat. That's 1. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3." He nearly knocked me over because he was almost literally running down the dance floor. I'm not sure what his hurry was.

Then Mr. Cha-Cha guy... A cross-body lead does not entail whipping me across the room and dislocating my shoulder, sir. I've seen you there at the studio before. You know better than that.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A Quote for the Professor...

"I agonized over whether or not to take Morocco's workshops, and in the end I decided not to. Well, it wasn't exactly a decision per se. In a word, I chickened out. Morocco is the grand dame of American belly dancing, the final authority on all things undulating, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Ethnic Police. As Aunt Rocky, she rules the belly dance listserv with an iron mouse. I have seen list members shredded—shredded, I tell you—by Aunty Rocky's rapier tongue and inexhaustible knowledge of Oriental dance (she detests the B-word) ... Morocco makes my blood run cold with terror. I can't imagine subjecting my stupid hands and sloppy hips to her critique. ... as I only know her as this mythic figure, Aunt Rocky, dancing since the Mesozoic era, keeper of all records danse orientale."
—Anne Thomas Soffee, Snake Hips: Belly Dancing and How I Found True Love. Pp.170, 175.

By the way, Morocco now has a blog. Her one post of length (it is new) is about how militant Islam threatens music and dance in the Middle East. It is actually a pretty good article and commentary.

I Wish I Were in Dixie

Hoorah! Hoorah! Maybe.. not really. I dunno.

I went to the Belcourt last night for the special presentation of C.S.A. Kevin Wilmott, the director of the film was there.

I was going to tell you what I thought about it but the Belcourt has it in a extended engagement through Sunday (it was supposed to leave yestersday). Next Monday, I will post my thoughts about it and we can go from there.

I don't want to completely spoil it until you have the chance to see it.

Friday, March 24, 2006

The Power of Positive Thinking

On my way to lunch yesterday, I was pondering the new choreography from my belly dance lesson. It was the material from the Bozenka workshop I sat in on. I made it through the warm-up and then my body said "No - go sit. We are finished."

So, Linda and I were working on the choreography. I think I need to start giving myself more credit as a dancer. I told her I wanted to try the watered-down version first. 10 minutes in she said "We aren't watering this down very much. Forget it. You are doing the real thing." Layering and all. It isn't particularly difficult - but making it look really good will take time and practice. It will happen. I am looking forward to adapting it to other pieces of music (and showing my ballroom instructor, who I still think doesn't really have a clue as to my belly dancing abilty. Yes, he knows but... ah well. Maybe it is just a nagging something-or-other.)

Back to the story. I was going over the choreography in my mind. "Left-shimmy. Right-shimmy. Left-shimmy. Turn... Three-step-turn quick quick... you thought I was going to do that hip swivle fast but no!" Well, you get the idea. I don't know if thinking about this made me walk differently or carry myself differently. I moved over to the far right of the sidewalk because there was someone walking much faster than me coming up from behind. I don't walk very fast. I have short legs and.. well.. why hurry? The destination will still be there when I eventually get there.

As the person moved beside me, I saw that it was a tall man. He turned and smiled and said "hello." I smiled and said "hello" and thought "WOW - he's very handsome. Who is he? Must be a professor.. should I know who he is? I wish I knew who he is."

So, this got me to thinking, does what I think about while I am randomly walking around affect my carriage... my aura (for lack of a better word)? If thinking about dance garnered that kind of reaction what if I were thinking other things....

Or it could be he was just being polite.

Maybe there is something to those quizzes

Via Katherine

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Greasy Belly Dancer.

Where You Lived: Peru.

How You Died: The Plague.

That one hit just a little too close to home... Heh.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

South Park Kills Chef

Proof that the South Park Studios can crank out an episode in less than 2 weeks and have it be very funny, they killed Chef last night. Chef ran off to join the Super Adventure Club and came back brainwashed.

That fruity little club did it. You bastards!

They even parodied themselves and the Scientology episode to do it. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

The episode will be available for download from iTunes in about a week (according to the South Park Studios website.)

Update: I forgot that they spoof the end of Episode III with Chef Vader rising from the Super Adventure Club lab.


I am a loyal reader of the Go Fug Yourself site. I wish I was as funny as those girls. I mean - they are funny. But when you get pictures like this, the job is made much easier.

If it wouldn't scare students, I think I would make it a permanent homepage or desktop or something.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Caption Contest - Presidential Edition

PKs entry: W imitating his father being imitated by Dana Carvey - "Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be prudent."

And yours?

PK and Elena discuss interior decorating

Partially edited for hilarity

PK: What do you think of this chair? I think it is a good contrast to the couch, which will look something like this one when I've had it re-covered. The curve of the chair will go with the curve of the gossip bench and with the end tables. The couch is a bit on the 1940s side of mod. And the end tables and chair are on the modern-day-inspired-by-mod side... mixed with SHAG artwork and a shag rug... and a blonde wood dresser... it's going to be a funky space. ……….. Or am I trying to talk myself into this?

Elena: It looks like a chocolate cube and Strong Mad mated and had one HUGE baby. It doesn't grab me. But it might be nice to sit in. I could feel like a sweet cherry filling!

PK: Oh that's funny. But at least it isn't a log. Hmm… Well, the chair does come in a couple of other colors. And like the dishes—I didn't like them online but loved them in person—I need to get to a store and sit in it...and then wait for it to go on sale if I like it.

Elena: I dunno. I think the chair would look like it's pissed at the couch and the couch, like it doesn't give a whup. And the gossip bench is all like, "Aren't I cute? OK, everybody, party games!!!" And the shag carpeting, like it's a total gigolo. ;o) ….. I still don't really like the chair. But it's your living room. And I would still enjoy sitting in it, I'm sure. :o) *ting!*

PK: LOL!!!!! OK OK! I'll keep looking for a chair.

Tell Him to Leave It ALONE!

Because George Lucas needs more money...

Star Wars TV series in the works

Ugh. You know... after the release of Episode III, I distinctly remember Lucas saying he was ready to move on to other projects. So, he went back to Indiana Jones. The guy hasn't had an original idea in nearly 30 years.

I hope it is on cable because I won't have it and he won't have the chance to ruin the whole series again for me. The Clone Wars animated series was good—because he was barely involved in it. Much like Empire was the best of the original series because he had less of a role in its production.

Friday, March 17, 2006

F*** the IRS

That's all I have to say about that.


When I was in school, I would fall asleep on my books, usually by accident. However, I never wore them as fashion statements.


Hat.. heh tip to Miss O'Hara.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

To the guy walking down 4th Ave S yesterday afternoon

A belt would hold up your pants much better than your method. Walking down the street, clutching your manhood through your jeans just isn't very attractive.

Dude. That looked uncomfortable. How long did you walk like that? Are you trying to impress the lady-friend (who was no fashion plate herself) walking with you? Did someone tell you that if you ever took your hand off your member that someone would steal it? If so, you need to get over that.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

They Killed Chef!

WorldNetDaily: Isaac Hayes quits 'South Park' after spoof on Scientologists

That was one of the funniest episodes ever. Right after "Die, Hippie, Die."

Stan: "Dad! Tom Cruise won't come out of the closet!"

Stan: And best of all, I wrote that all the Scientologists should no longer have to pay money to belong.
President of Scientology: What?
Stan: I realized that to really be a church, we can’t charge people for help.
President of Scientology: What, are you stupid? Then how do we make money from those people?
Stan: Well, it’s not about the money, but it’s about the message, right?
President of Scientology: Wait a minute, whoa! Whoa! You don’t actually believe this crap! Do you? Dummy! Brain washed alien souls? E-meter and thetan levels? Those people out there buy that crap. But I thought you were smart enough to see what’s really going on!
Stan: But you said that there was...
President of Scientology: What's better telling people a stupid story and having them believe you? Having them pay you for it, stupid!

Tom Cruise: I'll sue you! I'll sue you in England!

I'm with Matt and Trey on this one. Social commentary and satire needs to be on everyone to be truly effective.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

With the lovely and talented Miss O'Hara

With the ever-fabulous Pink Kitty!
Originally uploaded by Zach's Dame.

She's faster than me. She has the pics of the wedding shower up on her flickr stream.

I have some that I will eventually get around to uploading. Heh. Enjoy.

By the way, my card garnered the most laughs. It was this little dog wearing one of those little collars they put on them after they get fixed. The inside said "Anyone else feel like a martini?"

Heh. I may be absurd, but you will always get good presents from me.

There are some things I just should stop reading

Now that I'm back at a computer, I've spent a fair amount of time catching up on blogs and and the news.

First, news is way overrated. For Lent, I gave up cable TV. Aside from a little bit of the History Channel, Headline News, and one episode of "Law and Order: SVU," I've just not been watching cable. I won't be taking it with me when I move next month, so now is good practice.

My life has continued on as normal without the knowledge that Paris Hilton's 15 minutes of fame are over. Uh... but who would we make fun of? And I'm sure there were some other important news stories that I've missed, but I just can't seem to find a reason to care. Something about a child abuse conviction... and a dead girl in an alley. Meh. I am going back inside my bubble.

Second, there was this discussion at Vox's about nice guys. After I fought the urge to go disinfect myself because I just felt icky... this is the only thing that I found be worthy of sharing:
It is not ok to abuse the weak...

Oh baloney, since when, VQ? It's so much fun, it should be a sport.

All you gay guys who want to call yourselves 'misogynists' just make me sick. Shame on you all.

There is no more perfect creature that walks the earth than woman, and judging them by your own failings just makes you small.

Nurture them. Love them. Take them to your sides as if they were your rib. Don't take any crap. Figure out how to be a man, and be one.


Buncha frakkin whiners...
There was just so much hatin' going on in that thread. It is almost enough to make a girl like myself swear off men in general and just live with my cats. Do these "misogynists" think about how they sound to the sane single girls out there? I'm sure these particular guys probably don't care. I see the complaints they have about feminists and the ultra-modern woman. And yes, some of them are valid. But when these complainers start painting with large brush strokes that all American women are this way or that way... *sigh* Why should I care?

Unrelated, my ficus bonzai, Spike, had a major growth spurt while I was gone. Geez. I trimmed him 3 weeks ago. I am going to have to give him another haircut.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Things will be even more quiet...

I am leaving town in the morning and won't be back to a computer until Tuesday.



I'm going to chill out with lovely and talented Miss O'Hara for the weekend.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

What you missed by not coming to the studio on Sunday

My first ever live in front of people belly dance performance.

Totally unplanned. Completely improvised.

And I didn't fall down and apparently it looked relatively good judging by the applause and questions I got afterwards.

They played the English remake of a Turkish pop song (I know both versions really well). Duke Diva said "PK, you gotta dance to that."

"Yes, I do." And I ripped off my ballroom shoes and proceeded to dance over 3 and a half minutes that about halfway through became really surreal. It was very much an out-of-body experience. Duke Diva told me people were staring from all over the ball room.. these teenagers were peeking around the columns to see what I was doing. Hee.

Then I spent the next half hour coughing because I hadn't properly warmed back up to dance a song that fast. Ahh... allergies.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Shimmy Break!!!!!

Everyone run to the nearest bathroom and shimmy!

Or shimmy in your seats. Whatever.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Attacking Flickr

I posted a bunch-o-stuff on flickr today. Here's one of them: with Sharon Kihara at the Belly Dance Superstars show 2 weeks ago. We talked about Nashville and the weight of all the jewelry and stuff tribal dancers wear. She is just a very sweet person. And an amazing amazing dancer to boot.

And another... there are more than just cats and belly dancers. I posted pics from Charleston and Tango Nashville, too:

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Is the local media going to mention this?

Libertarian Best-Selling Author, Harry Browne, Dies

He lived in Franklin, you know.

I met him once. He was a very nice man. Extremely well-spoken and slick... like most politicians. But at least he wanted to get rid of intrusive government.

Note: I'm not intending to bash the local folks... but since he did live here, it would be nice if they mentioned him. I could go all conspiracy theory on ya and complain about the fact they ignore libertarians.

Bored at Work

The subject matter [re-districting and stuff] was extremely technical, and near the end of the argument Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg dozed in her chair. Justices David Souter and Samuel Alito, who flank the 72-year-old, looked at her but did not give her a nudge.

I don't fault her. When I worked at the ice rink, I fell asleep at the front desk one morning. It was quiet. There weren't many people there. I just went straight to sleep. Some kid kept whispering "ma'am" to wake me up.

However, me falling asleep at the ice rink doesn't quite have the same professional impact as a Supreme Court Justice nodding off in the middle of arguements.

High Court Tackles Political Boundry Case - Yahoo! News

And they call white people racist...

The Redhead and I were on our way to lunch the other day. We crossed Belcourt on our way to Sam's. When we started across the street, traffic prevented this large white vehicle from turning left. As we got about 3/4 of the way across, said vehicle made a sharp left turn to squeeze between a gap in the traffic flow.

The black woman driving it yelled something. I didn't hear her. The Redhead said "And they call white people racist."

"What did she say?"

"Get your cracker a$$es out the way."

"I can't say ni**er without the fury of the NAACP and other assorted individuals coming down on me? Oh that's fair. You call me a cracker, and I have full rights to use ni**er. It is a good thing I didn't hear her."

The general concensus among my friends is that the woman was very much blessed that I didn't hear her. My brother's reaction was "Yeah... because I'd be bailing your cracker a$$ out of jail right now. Or visiting you in the hospital." Duke Diva said something similar - where she thought I might have called her every name in the book except ni**er.

Rights to use does not mean I would use it. I do believe in a certain level of civility when dealing with other humans, even though I don't particularly care for them. Society has gotten too coarse, disrespectful, and rude. I resent the fact that she would near pick a fight with me and I am not free to use the equivalent word as a response.

I don't want to hear anything about how it's different because she's a minority. It's respect, people. It's obeying the traffic laws. Pedestrians have the right of way. We weren't bothering her... other than apparently our presence on this planet.