Riot and Frolic

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

  • It's autumn and in Minnesota, that means amateur dancesport season is upon us.  Whether you matriculate at the University of Minnesota or are prepping for Star of the North, the thing that is "Mixed Proficiency" is coming for YOU.

    Mixed Proficiency is a bit like social dancing with rules.  Or pro-am, but without the pro.  Simply, a more experienced dancer (MED) will dance with a less experienced dancer (LED).  Each of these couples can enter Mixed Proficiency events at the level of the least experienced dancer.  [Professional opinion: please don't "dance up" to the level of the MED.  Since neither of you are professionals, the results are often… undesirable.]

    I've had more than several of the MEDs ask me how to make their LED look good.  I've seen some pro-am students who left some people guessing who the pro was.  And there's some pros that need a reminder.  Here's a couple trade secrets I'll let you in on:

    How to Look Like a Pro

    1. dance on time.  It might go without saying, BUT IT DOESN'T.  Ladies, if you're the MED and your man isn't dancing on time, MAKE HIM: stop and count it off or back lead like hell, but dancing on time is A #1.  No exceptions.  Men, you just have to.  NO EXCEPTIONS.
    2. be calm.  This isn't reeeeeally your show.  (Mixed Proficiency is usually judged on the LED, not the MED, and not even the partnership.)  Since your partner is newer to this than you are, help them out the best you can.  Explain what's going on, point out who's who,  tell them where to go, ask your partner how they're doing, get them some water/space/practice time/paper bag to breathe into.  Be their guide.  
    3. smile.  Just smile, dammit.  No matter what the heck is happening underneath your face, put on a nice face.
    4. stand up.  Do the best/most proper posture you can, even if your partner is not able to reciprocate.  Your partner will dance better because of it.
    5. do as much proper technique as you can.  Once again, not your show.  Dancing Bronze Foxtrot?  Heel leads and toe releases.  How about Newcomer Rumba?  A bit of Latin motion.  Trying that new figure 8 movement in Cha Cha you learned 3 days ago?  No.  
    6. make it look good. This one's a little tricky because maybe you don't know how, but fake something.  If your partner gets on the wrong foot, cheat your own steps so you match again.  If you have no idea what's going on, stopping all together and rebooting is ALWAYS A GOOD OPTION.  Refer to #3 & #4 if there's still a question.
    7. be the cheerleader.  When you walk off the floor, congratulate them on a good well done, even if it wasn't their best one.  Performing makes people crazy and affects your brain and your body in all sorts of ways.  Really, the first few times anyone even makes it on the dance floor is a miracle.
    8. look the part.    Wear black, read this and this and then follow them, do your hair, do your makeup, wear dance shoes.  Don't forget to take off your sweatshirt or legwarmers before getting on the floor.

    Now be good and go practice some more.  

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    One year ago: What I'm Doing Right Now, in which I regress.

  • German is the best language.

     

    In a veeeeerrrryyyy logical sequence of events, I looked up "pointillism" on Wikipedia to check my very rusty art history knowledge (Seurat! nailed it!), and after skimming the entry got to heading labeled Music.

    Pointilistic music?  Tell me more.

    Different musical notes are made in seclusion, rather than in a linear sequence, giving a sound texture similar to pointillism.

    Probably like jazz.

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    What came after was even MORE intriguing though.

    This type of music is also known as punctualism or klangfarbenmelodie.

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    German for sound-color-melody.

    Oh my God, yes.  "Spatchcock" has been bested.

    CUE SEGWAY! [or "segue" for those who are smrt]

    Which OBVIOUSLY leads to this:

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    The fun begins.


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    It has been 7 wonderful minutes of relative stillness.
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    Designs are coming together.
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    Mae Cake has a surprisingly modern and graphic aesthetic.
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    Don't say anything, but it's been over a half an hour.
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    Zoo left 2 minutes after the last picture was taken, but 32 MINUTES FOR A TWO YEAR OLD.

    V is "helping" Zoo, even though Zoo is now "vacuuming" and "singing".
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    Clockwise from upper left: Mae Cake's 2nd attempt (her first one with the lines got knocked over); V's heart; Zoo/V's star was immediately put to work as play food by Zoo, so who knows where it is now; my square, inspired by my blog header.  
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    Next up, recreate Seurat!

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    Happy Thursday!

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    One year ago: On Not Owning a Television, #@@&#!@, in which I don't know about Magic Mike.

  • When I'm muttering under my breath, scrubbing dishes, children, or email inboxes, here's my list of mostly-implicit, always-OCD, often self-applicable house rules:

    1. No dishes in the sink – I don't understand the logic behind putting dishes in the sink.  You just have to take them out of the sink to wash the dishes in the proper order…
    2. Silverware gets washed first.  Then cups.  Then things that stack easily, then all the stupid pots and pans.  I mean, hot, soapy water and things that are in your mouth for the longest go hand in hand.*32335bfb0f3e7da2b4b78b5f82bdac52
    3. "cleaning up" after any meal requires sweeping.  It just does. Unless you want  to walk on crushed cereal all day.  Dishes to the kitchen, table wiped off, and floor swept.  The "eat over the table" command only means that my children [husband] will have their food hovering above the eating surface 75% of the time .  And that doesn't even include the large gesticulations accompanying their meal-time stories which spray bread crumbs across the room or pudgy bellies that catch spaghetti noodles which then get tracked from the dining room to the kitchen.  
    4. put your clothes right side out when you put your clothes in the laundry.  I LITERALLY turn every. item. of. clothing right side out when I'm folding laundry.  These heathens pull their shirts off over their heads like the Diet Coke guy and call it quits.   
    5. put your damn clothes away.  I see CLEAN, FOLDED LAUNDRY that sits on the radiator for a week.  Granted, it's toasty warm if you decide to pull something out of the pile, but our house looks like badly designed clothing store.
    6. make yourself comfortable.  Shoes on or shoes off, it doesn't matter.  If you need something, go find it.  I usually forget to offer beverages or snacks to guests because subconsciously I know that if I offer you something, there will be 3 little vultures circling us, and then we'd be compelled to share.

    What are your domestic pet peeves?  Are you a "shoes on" or "shoes off" house?  What's your dishes situation?  I've heard about debates on dishwasher systems.  

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    One year ago: LLLL, in which I snorted at my own writing.

    * – That sounded so dirty, right?

  • Spring:

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    Summer:

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    Fall:

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    I don't know, man.  

    I love the tomatoes.  

    And the sugar snap peas.  

    And the flowers.  

    But not the flowers on vines.  

    Or anything on vines, including the tomatoes and peas.  

    And why can't I grow herbs?  

    Or lettuce?  

    And why, when I think Lola is pretty sick, I put her in the backyard [read: out to pasture], and she's totally happy and healthy in 2 weeks?

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    so much growth

    I'll tell you why.  

    Because I don't know what the hell I'm doing.  

    And it's kind of fun as long as I'm getting 12+ cans of tomatoes out of the deal, my kids are voluntarily eating vegatables ("beets?  I love beets!  I planted beets!"), and I get to take out some aggression by pulling up out-of-control climbing plants.  

    Win win win.

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  • – woken up every morning by singing voices.  While this might sound angelic, I wonder about the musical choices:

     What does the fox say?

     The "dying" song.

     The Bears fight song.

     Disney, loudly and with accents.

    – dinner at Ginger Hop in northeast Minneapolis.  While it was delicious, I can get the same thing three blocks away for a quarter of the price.  Banh Mi loses it's exotic appeal when you can get an amazing version at every other store in your own neighborhood.  I wonder if Italians feel the same way about pizza.

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    – let's talk about how much I love teaching ballroom dancing and the people I get to work with for a second: I love it.

    – hosting a fun social dance/challenge in December.  We're going to test out the Elements of Dance.  It should be a good time.  You should come.  Seriously.  It's $2 and nothing but fun.  

    – the new iOS.  Gosh, it's purty.  ISN'T IT PURTY?!

    – unearthed the box of old journals.  You guys.  It's so horrible.  First of all, the general life outlook changes drastically from year to year.  Second of all, I was a horrible creature to my parents in high school (and beyond).  Obviously, karma will be a bitch.  Thirdly, I loved or hated everyone.  Mostly, I chose wonderful people to adore, but there were definitely some turds in there… or people who likewise horrible while they figured everything out.  

    How was your week?  Enjoying the autumn weather?  I WANT TO MARRY THIS WEATHER.

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    sorry about yesterday
  • It's come to my attention recently that many people consider the ballroom dance repertoire limiting in its ability to "freestyle" a dance.  As in, there are patterns and amalgamations and figures that need to be completed from A to Z before a dancer can move onto the next one.  Waltz was being compared to West Coast Swing and much was said about West Coast's easy improvisation and interpretation with different songs.  

    Well.

    First of all, there are several ballroom dances that have worlds and moons of their own: West Coast Swing, Salsa, Argentine Tango, and Lindy are the big ones.  Dancers who enjoy these styles are often specialists and don't do (or aren't actively learning) many other dances.  Becoming well-versed in ONE DANCE'S vocabulary is very different than learning 10 or more dances and the basic accompanying movements.  

    Those of us who do many dances have the same learning curve, but it is often much MUCH longer since there are so many dances involved.  Don't feel bad if someone is really good at Salsa after a few months when you still can't get through a mediocre Foxtrot, Rumba, or Cha-Cha without panicking at some point.  

    Instead of being sad about the overwhelming amount of patterns and levels and dances, I'll make it really really simple:

    Elements of Dance

    • At its most basic, dancing is walking and turning.  Period.  I know you're testing this and thinking about all your fancy patterns, but that's all it is: walking and turning.
    • You must know the basic timing of each dance.  The first thing that makes the walking and the turning look like the dancing is the timing.  Like, in time with music.  If you are not dancing in time with music, you are not dancing.  You are doing dance steps while music is playing.  TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS.  

    – If you cannot hear the beat in the music, you must learn how.  (We'll talk about how to do that another day.)

    – You must make this timing clear through your steps (slows are 2 beats, quicks are 1, etc.). 

    – You WILL continue to LISTEN to the music throughout each dance to make sure you are still Dancing.

    How To Be Creative

    I hope you see the irony in my telling you how to be creative, but here it goes:

    • experiment.  With or without a partner, but always with music playing, you can…

    – see how many steps you can dance forward before you feel stupid.  Likewise with side steps or back steps.  Rotate them, travel them, march them, make a circle, make a straight line, make a bee line for the bar, whatever.

    – try a Rumba pattern in Waltz (using Waltz timing, but Rumba foot patterns).

    – try a Waltz pattern in Salsa.

    • be confident.  Just because you haven't done something before doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If it works, it's a step.
    • ask questions.  

    – Did you try something and it failed?

    – WHY did it fail?

    – Did it almost  work?

    – Could you hold a beat, or syncopate a step, or go outside partner to make it work?

    • do it again.  No one gets really good at something by thinking about it.  It takes a bajillion times of f-ing it up before you consistently get a high-fiveable moment.  
    • brush it off.  Made a mistake?  It's dancing, not brain surgery.  Fun, not life or death.  

    Go forth and dance.  

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    Two years ago: Not Seven, in which I omit the nuts.

     

  • I've been looking for a quick, fun, possibly child-friendly craft to do.  While I'm still working on the sweater and the afghan, crocheting is not exactly a social sport when there's so much counting involved.

    Here's my new craftacular list:

    • garlands – inspired by the "100 Hearts" garland from Toddler Approved, but maybe more graphicy and moderny like this one:Da23bc8a0608ad392e9ee038e8948624It scores points on the learning of the shapes, hand-eye coordination if I let V help cut them out, small motor skills when stringing and BOMB ASS DESIGN.
    • laminated leaf magnets – I don't even care if the girls like these, I think they are lovely.  Check out the easy, lovely results at Filth Wizardry.  I want to make them while drinking a PSL.  Educational points for like, nature, and seasons, and circle of life, and stuff.
    • salt dough doodads – you know you're all getting zucchini bread and salt dough ornaments for Christmas, right?  Because LOOK AT THESE.  OR THESE.  OR THESE.   *drool*  Letters, precision, cooking, measuring, WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?
    • Borax snowflakes – this mom might be the coolest mom ever.  There's something about chemistry in this one, so take THAT, SAT prep.  

    I love that my children are old enough to be put to work as little migrant workers for holiday decorations.  It's my own little sweatshop.  

    Season's greetings!

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    One year ago: On Not Owning a Television, in which I'm holier than television-owners.

    Two years ago: LLLL, in which I make the most awesome sandwich ever.

     

  • Grab your bag.  No, not your diaper bag.  You are going to get your backpack or your big-girl purse or your messenger bag and you are going to work it.  Heck, you might live dangerously and NOT BRING A BAG.

    Put one diaper (per diaper-donning child) and a travel set of wipes in that bag.  

    One snack.  ONE.  Yes, one snack for all three children.  Because you are teaching them SHARING and RATIONING.  It's a damn trip to the store, people, not camping.

    Before leaving the house, prepare yourself.  No, not by packing your stupid bag full of every potential hazard's solution.  No, you prepare yourself for what is about to happen.  Similar to how you prepare yourself for a waxing appointment, or a tax audit, or a hurricane.  You must prepare for the possibility of something to hurt, of something to be embarrassing, of something to get wet.

    You prepare for impending disaster.  

    Yes, your kid might have a temper tantrum.  

    Yes, your kid might have a blow-out.  

    Yes, your kid might be "hungry" or "thirtsy" or "mean to their sister" or "knocking down a tower of cans" or "lost".

    Yes, you might cry.

    Yes, you might have to leave wherever you are without completing the task you set out to do.

    All or none of these things could happen.  You might leave a location having swapped your oldest and youngest child's clothing because the youngest one peed in her pants, so now she's wearing the oldest one's shirt as a dress with no undies on and the oldest is buttoning up her sweater to wear as a shirt, thank God for layers.  Who knows.

    But you will leave the house and you will learn something new every time you go out.    You will learn how many things you can carry at once.  You will learn bribery always works.  You will learn people are mean and insensitive.  You will learn people are lovely and helpful. You will learn you are a BAD ASS. 

    Don't forget your keys.

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    One year ago: How Not To Make a Meal Plan, in which I find myself in exactly the same position today.

     

     

  • Continuing the coffee rant, but this time, trying to save the world.

    We got this sweet little coffeemaker last Christmas and we use it … a lot.  V has made several cups of  coffee for me using this.

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    After taste-testing several of the K-cup varieties, which dominate the coffee aisle in so many stores, I discovered my favorite was Starbucks French Roast.  While that was no surprise, I wanted to cut down on the number of disposeable cups I was using, but I still wanted my coffee in 30 seconds.  

    FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.  

    Enter refillable filters.  Instead of using the unrecycleable  K-cups (why are so many things unrecycleable nowadays?  K-cups, yogurt containers, Snack Packs, SWEET MARTHA'S COOKIES BUCKETS), I bought these bad boys at Walgreens for $10.

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    If you have approximately 5 minutes, need a really decent cuppa joe, and are going no-waste, you gotta press it French.

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    Like I mentioned in my iced coffee rant, the ye olde French press is really the only way to go if you want to save the world while getting caffeinated.  Not only will you be benefiting from the coffea plants' seeds, but if you throw the used grounds in your garden, your plants will be reaping the benefits also.  So you will be awake and your tomato plants will be huge.

    BOOM.

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    One year ago: LLLL, in which I make subtle jabs at PSL-lovers.

     

  • – bought a new pen.  It rocks.  I would recommend it by adding a link, but apparently it doesn't exist BECAUSE THE INTERWEBS CAN'T FIND IT.  Whatever, I'm going to go all ANALOG and just tell you what it is and where to find it: The Write Dudes .7mm ballpoint pen with stylus (so you can avoid your self-contaminated smart phone screen) and I got it at Target.  It's inky and black as night and thin and nostalgic (I mean, who writes anymore).

    – obsession with writing instruments.  Ever since some lady told me about these, I neeeeeeed them.  Because OBVS.

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    – sometimes I feel like MAH BLOG is just a big Christmas list.  FYI, feel free to buy me anything I mention liking; I will not think it's cheating.

    – the Bullet Journal.  I started journaling when I was in second grade or so and went with a vengence through tens and tens of notebooks (Mead 3 subject 6" x 9", yo!) until I was about … wellllll, I'm still doing it.  My format has changed over the years; I've done the personal "dear diary" set, random stream of consciousness/angst/awesomeness via the teen years, organizational/record-keeping over the recent years.  But I am a SUCKER for a pen and paper and system.

     

    – similar to MY [insert any descrpitive term here] teen years' journals are these journal entries.  And they are hilarious.  And frightening.  And I'm going to dig up my old ones and see if she'll let me guest post.  (There's also a thing where you can read your old journals on stage, to purposely get laughed at.  No…  YES!)

    – annoying words that I use sarcastically in my head that are oozing out of my fingers on to this page more and more frequently: obvs (obviously), def (definitely), yoozh (apparently the preferred spelling for the shortening of "usual").

    – meals in the last week: bacon/apple/cheddar quiche, baked chicken salad, peanut butter frosted brownies, chicken risotto.  BAM. 

    – I'm sure most people would think our porch looks like hell, but I LOVE IT.  Little ladies play outside, I drink warm drinks, the mums look pretty and distract from the … everything else.

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    – it's now very autumn-ish in MN and our radiators are not hooked up due to a very awesome project involving said porch.  My optimism in this situation: sometimes projects just prioritize themselves so nicely.

    – I love this sweatshirt so much.

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    Happy Monday.

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    This week: back in the day.

    Two years ago: Knot Quite, in which I profess my love for old socks.