Riot and Frolic

a mostly ballroom dance, but also a bunch of other stuff, blog

  • Maybe if you were here a couple days ago, you remember how I was no longer populating my Comfort Zone.   Danger Zone - riot and frolic

    Yeah.  That.

    Along with pushing my professional "I 'know' what I'm doing stuff" boundaries, our super amazing Smooth coach asked The G and I to be in her Fringe Festival show…  where she was doing a ballroom and MODERN show.  

    What.

    literally thought she was joking when she asked.  I was also incredibly flattered and a little frightened.  

    You see, our coach, Lisa Vogel, had credentials.  She is legit in all forms of dance: ballet, modern, and Ballroom.  Ye laypeople might remember her from PBS's ballroom dancing show and the promotional material she was plastered on with her former partner, Mayo Alanen.  Here's a glimpse of her skillz:

     

    Since I was already in the Danger Zone, I decided to go deeper and try some ballroom/modern/theater with the other recruits.  Maybe I would get to roll on the ground?

    What did we get?  An interesting mix of the two styles of dance which will make you amazed (Lisa's solo), get the FEELS (a dark Rumba-y piece), want to dance (all the ensemble pieces), hate ballroom (Caitlin Massart's creepy solo), love ballroom (our duet), and want to figure out this thing called modern dance.  And yes, I hit the floor a few times.  It is glorious.

    The show is called Merging Dualities and it's showing at the Southern Theater.  Tickets are $17.75 for adults (which includes a reservation fee and a nifty Fringe button) and $6.75 for kids (which includes the reservation fee, but no button… but that's who you give your button to).  My little ladies watched the whole show (twice) and were enthralled, so I can vouch for its child-appropriateness and attention-grabbiness.  

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    Show times are:

    • Thursday, July 31 @ 10pm
    • Saturday, August 2 @ 1pm
    • Sunday, August 3 @ 5:30pm
    • Wednesday, August 6 @ 7pm
    • Sunday, August 10 @ 2:30pm

    Get to the theater EARLY.  Fringe shows are ruthless for letting people in a couple minutes before the show AND THEN LOCKING THE DOORS AT SHOW TIME.  If you aren't there on time, you ain't getting in.  

    Again, for tickets, click here: tickets to Merging Dualities.

    For more info on the show: the scoop on Merging Dualities.

    For directions to the show: where is the Southern Theater?

    Want to know what's showing before or after us? Southern Theater venue schedule

    Like the show?  Review it!  We might get to do an encore show!

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    Two years ago: Let's Get Rich…, in which I lament the lack of French food in my kitchen.

    Three years ago: LLLL, in which Mae Cake eats celery but not corn dogs.

  • To me, dancing has always been pretty tame.  The teaching, the performing, the competing; it didn't rate high on the fear factor scale.  

    Until recently.  

    The G and I have had a lovely reputation for being "clean", "technically sound", and "classic" as professional dancers. 

    AKA, boring.

    Tired of holding our teacups with our pinkies up, we tried different coaches, found a couple we clicked with, got new choreography, and found something new… The Danger Zone.

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    That's right.  We jumped right out of the Comfort Zone and into the Danger Zone.  

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    Before, the literal majority of our routines were syllabus steps.  Look, I can even list them out for you.

    Now?  I don't know… Things happen.

    Our Smooth routines were especially frightening.  So much connection and shape and sway and awesomeness and difficulty.  I left most practices feeling like I had gotten in way over my head.  

    But the big local competition was around the corner and we had to get over ourselves.  We had worked on doing something new, so what were we waiting for?  Perfection?  A bunch of strangers in the audience?  An "OK, go" from the dance gods?

    Yeah, we were going to be dancing in front of our students, peers, mentors, and the whole Twin Cities dance community.  You know, our market… the people we want to come to our studio and think we know what we're doing.  

    Yeah, we had made finals every single year we had danced together (and me, with my first partner, for a few years before that).  

    Yeah, before this, we had generally felt quite confident stepping onto the floor.

    But no, none of that was guaranteed this time.

    We knew it might be ugly, or weird.  We knew we might have a few moments of greatness.  We knew it wouldn't be perfect.  We knew it would be different and moving toward something better.  We knew some judges wouldn't like it.  We hoped some judges would see what we're trying.  We knew people would beat us.  We knew we would feel awesome trying our new stuff.  

    So that's what we did.  We danced.  We screwed up.  We had fun.  We got to semi-finals from a quarter-final.  We count it as a success. 

    What does it take to get out of the Comfort Zone?  My priest actually summed it up nicely last Sunday, "Deliberation.  Decision.  Promptness."  Make those pros and cons lists, do your research, talk to people.  Decide what it is that you want.  And go do it.  

    Getting out of my Comfort Zone was terrifying.  Duh.  Getting to the Danger Zone took some balls, humility, and hard work.  

    So, let's do it again.  

    WHAT'S NEXT?

     

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    Three years ago: Dictionary of Dance, in which I define things.

  • The St. Paul Farmers' Market season started in May and I actually went.  Not only did I go one time, but my friend America and I have GOTTEN UP EARLY every Sunday to fetch vegetables.  

    I've gone once or twice over the years, but this year it hit me.  I had just read Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingslover and a bunch of articles about GMOs and Monsanto.  I was feeling less-than-healthy and in need of Real Food.  I wanted the ladies to know where their food came from (because it was identifiable).  I am a big fan of the local restaurants (and hotels, who knew) that were making locally sourced, f-ing phenomenal food.  

    Our first trip to the market?  Epiphany.  

    Greens that looked like damn floral displays.  FOR $3!

    Great fistfuls of herbs that still had dew on them for $2.  $2!  

    Farms selling fresh chicken, fresh brats, fresh beef, fresh eggs from animals that had seen the sun and eaten grass.  

    Flowers as big as your head!  Pierogies! Bourbon vanilla maple syrup (which tastes exactly as amazing as it sounds)!  Handmade pasta!  Delicious cheese of every variety made from sheep's milk! 

    Scary vegetables like rhubarb, kohlrabi, parsnips, shallots, leeks, and garlic scapes that were going to test my kitchen know-how.

    rhubarb and a big ass bottle of bourbon maple syrup

    Each week, I've picked something (well, America often picks for me) that I had NO IDEA what to do with.  To be fair, we started pretty easy with rhubarb.  I mean, I knew it could go in pie. I had just never liked it before.  So, pie it was. And pie was good.

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    Leeks, likewise, were a pretty easy challenge.  I mean, they ARE essentially onions.  Potato leek soup, duh. Blended with my new immersion blender!

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    Garlic scapes became "pesto" which is mellowing out in the freezer because DAMN that cleared up my sinuses with one whiff.

    Parsnips became parsnip fries.

    Shallots got added into everything from tuna salad to an omelette to tacos.  

    I squeal each time there's something new: strawberries [squee!], carrots [squee!], new cheese variety [squee!], tomatoes [SQUEEE!!].  Even if it's not a challenge, it's something different, local, and fresh.  

    Right now, the kohlrabi is stumping me.  Apparently, it's great fried or in soups, but both of those sound like cheating.  I mean, EVERYTHING is good fried.  And soup can hide any vegetable with the right seasoning.  

    Any suggestions?  Any farmers' market favorite foods?  Favorite vendors?  

    The challenge continues with every trip to Lowertown.  I'll keep you informed. 

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  • I get a lot of questions [read: complaints] about the levels, age categories, dances, and general WTF-edness of dancesport competition entry forms and the ensuing competition printed program.  

    First, understand that the number of levels, the precise name of these levels, the ages in a particular age category, and the dances available CHANGE from competition to competition.

    • Sometimes, there is Newcomer Bronze, Beginning Bronze, Intermediate Bronze, and Full Bronze; other times, there's Novice Bronze, Bronze 1, Bronze 2, Bronze 3, and Open Bronze.  
    • Often, the A age category is 18-35, but I've seen 16-29, 21-49, and every thing in between.  I've seen F age categories and I've seen C3.  
    • Bachata, Peabody, and Country and Nightclub 2-Step are luck-of-the-draw.  It's up to the organizer to include any of the "Catch" dances.  

    Second, here's how to decode the mess, starting with "what level should I dance":

    Proficiency Levels

    Let's make it easy.  I grabbed proficiency level examples from three different competition entry forms:

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    Notice that they're generally the same.  

    Here's what you do next:

    If this is your first competition EVER, enter the Newcomer Bronze division.  

    Newcomer divisions are meant for newcomers.  On the "rules and regulations" page included in the registration packet or online,  there's usually a guideline listed such as "less than 50 lessons hours".  According the NDCA rulebook (which I read regularly to enforce my dance police knowledge), people "are eligible to enter the Newcomer division for a period of one year commencing with their first NDCA sanctioned event regardless of the style".  

    Meh.

    If you're dancing more than 2 competitions in your first year, you are not a Newcomer anymore.  In fact, you probably have a Real Fancy Dress, take multiple lessons a week, know a lot of judges, and know how to read your heat sheet, so while I usually encourage dressing the part, knowledge, schmoozing, and all-around awesomeness, leave the Newcomer category to someone who looks a little like a deer in the headlights and move up to Bronze.  

    How satisfying is it to win anything, unless it's a challenge?

    You are probably dancing more than one set (called a "round") of dances.  

    "Why am I dancing more than one set of dances?" you are asking.  SO many reasons:

    1. You already paid the lion's share of registration costs, so dancing more is negligible.
    2. To qualify for a style's multi-dance event, you usually have to dance 5 single-dance heats in that style (which is more dances than the Waltz, Tango, and Foxtrot that you currently know).  
    3. The more you're on the floor, the more you learn… even if your teacher doesn't say a thing.
    4. More dancing is more fun.

    To enter another round, go to the next level on the list and sign up for that one (Pre-Bronze in our examples' cases).  Want another round of dances? You're probably safe to sign up for the next level (Bronze 1, Interm Bronze, and Int Bronze), meaning you have signed up for three consecutive levels.

    Looking at that Open Bronze category?  You can dance anything (Silver syllabus, Dancing With The Stars stuff, dips, kicks, crazy choreography, your regular Bronze moves, whatever) in Open Bronze and STILL BE JUDGED AS A BRONZE DANCER.  Got a Solo/Showdance routine that you'd love to use the choreography from?  Pick the appropriate dance, enter the Open Bronze division, and go at it.  Just starting Silver routines, but don't want to dance against the big guns yet?  Enter Open Bronze to get your feet wet.  It's the no-holds-barred division, but in a good way.  

    Note: If you are dancing something that can be best described as "ronde, yah ba da bum-be-dah", it's Open.  If you are dancing syllabus steps (aka, moves with names), that is Closed. 

    To summarize:

    Newcomer?  Dance it if you are new.  Not Newcomer?  Choose the beginning levels of Bronze, whatever they are named.  Super comfortable in Bronze?  Choose the last levels of Bronze, possibly including Open Bronze.  New to Silver and want a easy level?  Open Bronze.  Have some fun choreo that you're dying to put on the floor?  Open Bronze.  

    If you're a hard-core, entry-happy dancer, after you've entered 3 consecutive levels, it's best you read that Rules and Regulations page.  Competitions limit the number of levels you enter, so it's best to read up on each competition's restrictions before you sign yourself up for everything from Newcomer through Gold.  

    Silver

    The same rules apply to signing up for Silver heats, but there's no Newcomer category to worry about.

    You can sign up for Open Bronze, and then a couple levels of Silver, generally speaking, if you're newish to Silver and want to warm-up before you hit your Silver heats.  

    You can sign up for Silver and dance Bronze steps, which will earn you huge props from me.  

    Gold

    Ditto on signing up for the Gold heats, but beware, THERE IS A GOLD SYLLABUS.  I mean, I'd hope as an upper level dancer, you'd know that, but some people dance Open choreography in Gold and feign ignorance of a Gold syllabus.

    REALLY?!

    There's your sign that you should not be dancing Open.

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    In the above cases, you should be dancing from the Gold syllabus if you are entered in the Pre-Gold, Gold 1, Closed Gold, Int. Gold, Interm. Gold, or Full Gold categories.

    Open

    Gold is not Open.  Are you doing Open?  Then sign up for Open Gold or Advance, or the often seen Gold Star [1 or 2], Advanced, or Open.  

    Multi-Dance Events

    Either called Multi-Dance [ahem, lame], Championships, and/or Scholarships, these events involve the averaged scores of  3-10 dances, are danced against more people than your single dance events since they have broader proficiency levels and age categories, placing well is more prestigious, and THEY ARE MORE EXCITING.

    YOU MUST READ THE QUALIFICATIONS FOR EACH MULTI-DANCE.  Make sure you're entering the correct level (including Open or Closed) and age.

    Organizers are adding more multi-dance events each year (because of the excitement and general awesomeness of them) and besides the usual "5 single dance entries in that style required", there are amazing opportunities like DanceVision-sponsored Scholarships (where you may only dance DVIDA syllabus steps and win money to be used at the extensive DanceVision store), Senior Scholarships (where the minimum age is anywhere from 60-70 and those "old people" will kick your ass), 6 and 9 or 10-dance events (which include both styles from either International or American: Standard and Latin or Smooth and Rhythm), and others.  

    Check out those entry forms, read carefully, and enter whichever ones you qualify for.  

    CAVEATS

    • Competitors can dance in certain levels as long as they want to: to perfect the technique, to feel confident, to win.  
    • Dancers can dance many different levels, spanning Bronze and Silver or Silver and Gold.  As long as they're adhering to the specific competition's guidelines and the restrictions of the level, it's accepted.  
    • Some participants will be all the floor all day.  They have entered the maximum number of proficiency levels and age categories available.  It's a little like an ultra-marathon for runners – challenging, painful, difficult, and satisfying for some
    • There are often invigilators on the judging panel to make sure couples are dancing in the correct category at the correct time.  If you truly feel someone is breaking the rules, you should, in this order: A) consult the competition's own guidelines B) consult the NDCA rulebook C) ask your instructor about the perceived infraction D) ask the chairman of judges about the perceived infraction.

    Boom.

    Next up: age categories and how old are you really?

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    Three years ago: Voilà, in which I'm an idiot. 

    Two years ago: Serious Blockage, in which I have a block.

  • I Can Dance

    I Can Stop

    No, not "I can stop" like the "… at any time… It's not a problem, really… I don't need to dance" conversation at your intervention.  I mean, the "… at any time if there's someone in the way… I just feel like resting… There's a nice pause in the music… My partner is totally lost" sort of way. 

    While moving is the obvious part of ballroom dancing, stillness [ahem, control] is also a lovely and underused element.

    I Can Dance with Different People

    If you feel like you like float when dancing with your regular partner and you feel like a lead weight with everyone else, it's not them, it's you.  

    Being able to dance with everyone in the room IS leading and following, AKA ballroom dancing.  

    I Do Not Need a Routine

    If you are a beginner and you need a step list to help you remember your moves, that is great.

    If you are NOT a beginner, then your repertoire has alternate endings and handholds, easy fallback patterns, and repeatable "thinking" steps to help you complete a dance.  

    While dancing with music might include all elements of your routine, if something goes awry, you have a pocketful of tricks to use.

     

    Peace out, Friday.

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    One year ago: How to Make Diaper Wipes, in which I break the Al Gore streak.

    Two years ago: I'm, like, "whoa"., in which I discover the internet.

    Three years ago: Before the spray, in which I mention Al Gore for the first time in two consecutive years.

     

  • I've mentioned before how I found the simple tutorial for bullet journaling, a straight-forward way to organize your thought, to-do lists, notes, or ramblings on paper.

    Having a couple of months to try my hand at different schedule layouts, research other planners I like, and troubleshoot long-term planning spreads and to-do lists, here's what I've come up with:

    The Index Page is as Index Pages are: direct, listy, and numerical.

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    My pièce de résistance is the weekly schedule.  I borrowed heavily from the Passion Planner and would buy that if I didn't love the Moleskine kraft paper large cahier squared journals.  After trying a few other layouts, I dig the amount of space I have for daily to-do lists (I can't, unreasonably, put 20 items on one day, even though I have tried and felt bad about it), plus having the shopping list, meal plan, housekeeping, goals, and happy thoughts all on one spread is MY JAM.
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    I also like the long-term planning pages, where I have 12 months of space to block out big events. IMG_8938

     

     

    There's space for super-important running plans, group class ideas, business plans, and plain ol' empty pages for jotting down goodness. IMG_8938

     

    Lastly, I put all the monthly to-do lists consecutively, since it'll be easier to transfer and I don't check on those big ones all that often.  (Note: I took this pictures at the beginning of April; there ARE checked off items on this list.) IMG_8938

    What's your preferred form of schedule/list-keeping?  iPhone?  Have any favorite apps?  Paper?  Do you use a Filofax?  Or do you just use your mind palace?

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    A year ago: Food Revolution Day, in which I fall in love with a cook again.

    Two years ago: LLLL, in which I run and laugh.

     

  • – it was a pretty dull week in comparison to last week.  The usual teaching, practicing, cooking, mothering business resumed with full normalcy. 

    – as I pointed out on Facebook, one must be very careful with fonts and the word "flick"…

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    so naughty

    – we finally ate at the Lion's Tap in South Dakota, or wherever… Okay, Eden Prairie.  

    After hearing about their legendary burgers for approximately 20 years, this weekend brought us in the right end of the cities and ample time to test them out.  I'd post a picture of our delicious burgers, but we ate them.  Without speaking to each other.  Because they were so delicious.  

    There's nothing fancy about their signature entree (check out their concise menu), but if you are looking for an amazing, juicy, inexpensive, speech-stopping meal, it's worth the drive.

    How was your week?  Looking for spring… still?  Gardening plans?  Summer vacation plans?

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    two for one!

    Three years ago: Homemade Everything, in which I first allude to WWLIWD.

  • riotandfrolic

    Get moving.  

    Happy Friday.

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    Three years ago: Unpaid Programming, in which I heavily hint at gifts.

  • Mae Cake had been planning her 4th birthday cake for approx. 364 day.  

    At 3, she wanted three cakes: blue, yellow, and green.

    three cakes, three years, legit

    Boom.

    At 4, she wanted one cake with three different colors (blue, pink, and green) with chocolate frosting and [in a high-pitched toddler voice] "little tiny cupcakes all around it".

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    challenge accepted

    And dude, it was delicious: moist, not too sweet, and interesting.  I used the ol' cake mix cheat and then went insane with the filling and frosting.  

    Bottom filling: coconut chocolate "mousse", which when I tried sans cake, I puckered, "Not. Enough. Sugar."  But in the cake?  EAT IT.

    Middle filling: allrecipes.com highest rating pastry cream, because I've always wanted to make it and it's the highest rated because it's delicious.  And weirdly easy.  Like real pudding, I've always been scared to make it.  For the record, Mae Cake stated she did NOT ask for any "orange stuff" in her cake. Harumph.

    Frosting: likewise on the allrecipes.com chocolate ganache and being scary but easy and nomnomnom.  Also, a little not sweet without a cake nearby, but EATIT EATIT EATIT when in the finished combo. 

    On a separate occasion, I was looking for a muffin recipe that wouldn't kill you AND that used bananas.  I found this HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS looking one called Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Blender Muffins.  

    Blender muffins. Like that's a thing.

    Well, similar to WWLIWD, it is totally a thing.

    You put 5 things in a blender and… blend them.  And then bake them.  

    Harumph.  Too easy.  Muffins need to be coddled and require more 5 ingredients and contain flour and cannot be overblended.

    Even with Averie's meticulous descriptions and beautiful photography, I doubted they would be any good.

    And they are delicious.

    Harumph and HOORAY.

    Go make some today.

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    A year ago: The Year of F-ing Replacing Things, in which I lose stuff.

    Two years ago: LLLL, in which I make the self-proclaimed best LLLL post ever.

    Three years ago: LLLL, in which I make the first list.

     

     

     

  • – Zoo has twirled her hair into dreds since she was little, hence her relatively short hair.  After having a bald spot pointed out by a friend, we decided to shave her head.

    She giggled through the whole process, then didn't like it while she was in the bathtub ("I don't want this hair."), then wouldn't anyone touch her head, and now giggles about how she is a "bald baby".  As usual, I was more worried about the situation than I should have been, because she does not care.

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    bald baby bunny

    – it's "Spring" and therefore, the ukulele came out and I rediscovered my love for the instrument that is annoying and versatile.  [insert joke about self]  

    – I am sooooo good at bullet-journaling.  It took me a couple tries to get a hold of what I really wanted to write down and what kind of space I need for that, but now I'm in the zone.  More on that on another day.  [It's like I'm actually trying to blog here, people, what with plans and ideas for posts and stuff.]

    – My friend and I are going to do a half marathon in November.  I'm telling you, so you ask me about it and we then actually have to do it.  I have actually begun the process, with, you know, running, and I haven't cursed that much, so WINNING.

    – We went to Wisconsin State Dancesport Championships last weekend, which doesn't sound impressive (it's not NYC or LA or any other hiply acronymed town), but little would you know, one of the more prestigious ballroom dance competitions is nestled in Milwaukee, WI.  Besides being held at an amazing historic hotel, having a large pool of high-level competition, and being friendly as hell, a few funny things happened:

    • The G and I scratched our professional heats for the first time ever, which was both horrible and a huge relief.  We have a lot of new choreography and were just. not. getting. it. done.  I hated not dancing (fun! performing! friends!) just as much as I hated how badly we were dancing (ugh! yuck! ouch!).  As my aunt would say, I had severe MOS (Missing Out Syndrome).  On the other hand, it was a huge relief because dancing pro-am only is A LOT easier, mostly on the psyche.
    • I ran up to my room to get my schedule and as I approached, the door opened.  Late morning as it was, I assumed it was housekeeping and was prepared to sneak by the cart to grab my things.  Instead, a hand holding a coffee cup was breaching the jamb.  Thinking I had just seen The G in the ballroom, I'm confused, then alarmed as I see a different handsome young man exiting my room.  Dumbstruck, I'm frozen [let it go!].  Recognizing the dude in front of me, I gather my senses enough to peer around him and see the room number.  I'm 3 floors shy of the right room.
    • Mazen Hamza knows my name.  Excuse me while I get excited.   Tumblr_lqbjpd8cU41qjv7jto1_500
    • Our students danced loverly AND won a bunch of stuff, which is very professionally satisfying.  Thanks, you guys!

    – The ye olde blog had its 3 year anniversary on Sunday.  I celebrated by not writing a post.

    – I've tried some good and amazing recipes over the last two weeks, but I'll inundate you with those tomorrow. 

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     A year ago: Winner, Winner, Sinus Buster, in which I really give something away.

    Two years ago: Weekend at WSDC 2012, in which I have a weekend at WSDC.