Sunday, November 6, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
|My 1992 book.|
Now I’m finishing the second phase of my research: the background of the border patrol and its place in Texas history. I’ve thumbed through books about the history of cattle in Texas, cattle rustling (Uncle Boyd’s field), law enforcement in general, and so on. I even skimmed the official history of the Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association. I’ve read about the legendary Texas Rangers, whose duties and responsibilities often overlap with those of other law enforcement agencies, including the border patrol. In that vein, I’ve read Joaquin Jackson’s fascinating memoirs, One Ranger and One Ranger Returns.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Miss K has put out the call for anyone who wants to participate to sign up for a 6-week crash course in "Amani Rap." They can then perform it at the Superstars show.
“OK, let’s say someone looks really bad and doesn’t realize it, would you tell them? Would you still let that person be in the performance?”
She laughed. “If you want sharp and precise, you go to New York City. This is San Antonio.” She went on to explain that it's part of the choreographer’s job to camouflage and blend in the weaker dancers. She's going to restage the dance for that, as well as to highlight individual dancers’ strengths.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
These might be good photos for a caption contest.
|The flying beads prove|
I was in motion.
And this is NOT my best belly dance costume. It is only my second string outfit. I'm going to have someone take a photo of me in my best costume and I'll post that. But then, to make the look complete, I'll need to put on full war paint, fix my hair, and all that. So much trouble. But I've been gushing about that costume for so long that it's time I coughed up a photo of me actually wearing it. I wore it for the TV spot, but did not get any photos at the time.
|Not sure where this pose came from. |
"Cuff me, Officer!"
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I discovered the YouTube video of her dancing the very same gypsy fusion choreography she taught us in Austin. It started out as an improvisation, amazingly enough, and she changed it a bit for the choreography she taught at the workshop. I’ll attach the video for your viewing pleasure. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing, skip about halfway through to see some beautiful flamenco turns and skirt work.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
I sweated and struggled and pushed myself. And I achieved my goal. I plan to keep dancing. But now I find myself looking around wondering where to go next. I’m experiencing that let-down feeling that often happens after a goal is accomplished. Now what?
In the first few days after the recital I relaxed and celebrated, in my own way. I ate a lot of bad stuff. I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies and ate most of them (one of those refrigerated, break-off-little-squares-and-bake-them deals – not the whole batch you make with semi-sweet chocolate morsels.) I dined on Mexican food: enchiladas, a chile relleno, greasy bean-and-cheese nachos. I’ve had pizza, even steak. I’ve gobbled down potato chips and banana pudding with vanilla wafers. And I’ve eaten those treats late at night, which for me means after 9 p.m.
I took a lot of naps.
I did some good junk reading.
Not that any of those things are bad, but I did very little that was practical or useful, like grocery shopping or making beds or doing laundry. (We’re in a drought. I was saving water.)
But now it's time to go back to normalcy. It’s time to think about my next goal.
What will that be?
Yesterday I found myself inside one of those gigantic Super HEBs. Usually I avoid such places, but it was near the PetSmart where I had just returned something. I went in to buy a half gallon of milk and on the way wandered into the school supplies aisle. Spiral notebooks of all colors filled the shelves. And get this--they were on sale for 20 cents each. I love spiral notebooks. Maybe it’s the allure of the blank page, the possibilities lying dormant there, the invitation to fill those pages up. I bought ten of them. I think it’s a sign my subconscious is sending me.
I've been writing this blog for over six months. It’s established a discipline and a writing routine. It’s been great practice. But I want to do something more substantial, maybe even (dare I say it?) meaningful. The hard part is choosing a topic. It’s not that I can’t think of something to write about. The problem is there are too many things I’m interested in, and it's so hard to narrow it down to just one. The temptation is to have two or three writing projects going at once. But I have a feeling that won’t work well. So, step one: I'm going to jump into those spiral notebooks and brainstorm.
Last year was the year to dance. Maybe this will be the year to write.