My dance teacher keeps saying that all good dancers are incredible clods in real life. This portends well for me.

You know the old saying, "If you can walk, you can dance"? It's always discouraged me, because I'm such a clod. Maybe I should sign up for dance lessons (if I can find any at times that don't interfere with work).

Happy Epic day!

If you can walk, you can dance

I think that you'd at least be able to walk and count. For most formal kinds of dancing anyway.

There's a movie I saw - The Tango Lesson, I believe - where an English filmmaker is in France working on a movie and sees a tango performance with this wonderful young man dancing. She arranges for a lesson and ... he has her walk around in circles while he talks on the phone. (Later she goes to Buenos Aires and takes real tango lessons - there are some marvelous scenes of people dancing.)

Oops--I meant to post a happy birthday to the fabulous Epic.

all good dancers are incredible clods in real life

My elegant ballet master, wearing a soft cast: "I knew the paint bucket was there when I walked across the room." Walked across the room with his eyes on the horizon ahead of him and his chin level with the floor, elegantly. Till the paint bucket jumped in front of him and tripped him, evidently.

Oh, Todd, I saw that movie! B&W, yes? OMG that may be the single hottest thing I've ever seen on film. Do you remember the title? I would love to see it again.

Well, I sucked up my nerve and posted the video Lewis took. I'll probably only leave it up for a while and then take it down, so if you wanna see what three months of lessons looks like, here's your chance.

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Also, I move out of frame a bit because Lewis was trying to be stealthy with the camera and not let me see him filming. Got news for him, he could've had a full film crew and I wouldn't have noticed. Why yes, I was a bit nervous.

No, full color - it's this one.

sj, I would love to come smite your neighbors for you. It would have to be something conclusive though, so they couldn't retaliate, or wouldn't have the heart to. Sucks I'm not Queen, man, I'd do it, too.

Barb, that was a lovely piece of writing. Want to hug teen you. Well, now-you, too, but you know what I mean.

I had a little epiphany the other day. I vividly remember a day in early fall, just the time when the earth's axial tilt gives that light-gilded edge to every leaf, grass blade, and stone, car, building, curb-edge. I came into my office from outside, happily burbling about it--how it only comes for a few short days in fall and spring. My Regional Director (boss' boss) and her office manager were visiting, and W looked at me, smiling and vacant. Then she turned to C and asked, "Half the time, do you know what she's talking about?" And C said, "No. I just smile and nod."

As if I was an idiot child to be humored. Okay, back to filing and records systems, sorry for the interjection of meteorology and cosmology into your thrilling workaday lives.

But watching Real Genius the other night I realized that to those women I probably came off like Jordan. And that thought left me obscurely comforted. "Pardon?"

that is great , Barb!