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Jubril Lord.
to dance
I have been going through some deep introspection of late, trying to untie an emotional knot. Perhaps the most interesting offshoot of my subconscious dives has been the insistent assertion of the beauty of dance.
I have always loved dance, but I suspect not in the way that most people who love dance experience it. I have little interest in choreographed productions. I can appreciate the precision and athleticism and grace that goes into, say, a ballet, but I am rarely drawn to watch one. What I love is the Personal Dance. The dance that rises up and must come out, spontaneously, without ego or self consciousness of any kind.
As much as I love this dance impulse in myself (and Daryl can affirm that I cannot hear certain music without dancing–usually in my chair), what I love most are the rare times I can witness it in someone else. At its best, such dance is the purest expression of Joy. What I have realized in the past week is that I am more moved by the sight of Personal Dance than by any other form of art or expression. It touches me at my very core. It makes me want to jump up and cry simultaneously.
I can think of one film example in which you might understand what I am referring to. It is in The Motorcycle Diaries, a film brilliant on many levels. But there is a scene (not available on YouTube except as a glimpse in the trailer) where the Alberto Granado character, beautifully portrayed by Rodrigo De la Serna, jumps onto the dance floor, smiling and dancing in the pure way I am trying to describe. It lifts me out of myself every time I see it.
Las Reinas Chulas: “Que Suave Patria”
Please don’t turn aside take a look even if no hablas español (not even dumbass texan spanish).
¡Las Reinas Chulas reglan!
Dozens of plastic foam heads rain onto the stage. Four drug traffickers in fringed jackets and sparkly pink cowboy hats bat them into the audience with toy AK-47s. All the while, the cast croons, “Let them slit our throats, let them pack us up . . . let them not ask any questions, let them not investigate.”
This is cabaret, Mexico style. Las Reinas Chulas, or the Beautiful Queens, parody drug violence in a show the women first produced in 2005 and that still fills nightclubs around Mexico, including a performance in the tourist town of Taxco this weekend.
日清食品 CUP NOODLE MISO (James Brown)
Good god, y’all!
(Gracias a Ju Ju Pongo.)
Protein Synthesis Dance
Thanks to Paul B., who says, “Don’t ask me about the biology. And remember, 1971 really occurred in the late ’60s. Downside: No music credits.”
Gay Superbowl…
Anyone else planning to watch?
Opening doors for women requires their cooperation
If you get to the door before a woman, opening the door is simple. Just open the door and hold it for her. Things get awkward when you and your gal arrive at the door at the same time or she gets there before you. In these types of situations, opening doors becomes much like a dance. Each sex has a role they need to fill for the operation to successfully work. If your lady arrives at the door before you or at the same time as you, she should step slightly to one side so that you can open the door without knocking her on her tuckus. If she opens the door for herself, that’s not a problem.
SENNA
A trailer for a documentary about Formula One World Champion Ayrton Senna. Regardless of whether you plan to watch the movie, there are some racing moments here that are electric magic.
Senna is considered by many to be the best driver in Formula One history.
(via @gary_hustwit)
from the comments
The funny thing is, honest to god, I did think it was a documentary about the Census Bureau. I was 21 and naive and they’d only told me the title. Scott and Mark liked to put me in situations and watch. Like the time they gave me poppers. Like the times they took me dancing at the gay disco. Like the night they got me drunk for the first time in my life and I started re-arranging the paintings on the wall of a restaurant. Stuff like that.
quote out of context
For her performance Nobili, who says she uses dance as a form of prayer, lies spread-eagled in front of the altar clutching a crucifix or twists and turns as in pole-dancing routines.
Goreyesque, or
“I Just Had Sex”
The jam of the Summer has arrived.
via Ned Hepburn.
Feet on the ground
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s okay
I know nothing’s wrong
Windom, Texas. April 30, 2011.
Thanks, all, both for granting me time and space to myself last weekend and for welcoming me on my returns to the fold.
Also, for confirming my conviction that there is no significant “generation gap” amongst folks who are simpatico.
Let’s do it again.
I think I may just have found a new hobby
‘After seeing this video, I’m getting my bones removed so I can dance like that’
The other day, I was lucky enough to be at an event to bring the arts back into schools and got to see an amazing collaboration between Yo-Yo Ma and a young dancer in LA, Lil Buck. Someone who knows Yo-Yo Ma had seen Lil Buck on YouTube and put them together. The dancing is Lil Buck’s own creation and unlike anything I’ve seen.
– Spike Jonze
(via kottke)
The T-Mobile Royal Wedding
Obviously a dress rehearsal.
I’ve had to leave the damn country to escape this, but, in reality, there is no escape.
I AM THE BEST
(Via lhl)
quote out of context II
Throughout the lecture, the women gave lap dances to Rappaport and willing students – who had each paid $150 to attend the class on “the application of Platonic and Hegelian ethics to business,” the paper reported.
I have a question
Which is funnier?
a. Dick Thicker
b. Dick Thucker
Rearranging The Bookshelf
Bravo.
Two Weeks with Love
It was fun today having lunch with a friend at the suburban lesbian bar and watching part of Two Weeks with Love (1950), starring Jane Powell, Ricardo Montalban, and Debbie Reynolds.
The Robinson family, father, mother and two daughters, are spending two weeks of summer vacation at a resort in the Catskills. Older daughter Patti vies with her friend, Valeria, for the affections of Demi Armendez but Patti is at a disadvantage because her father thinks she is too young for boys. But with Patti singing at an amateur show and a dance, her adventures in quest of Armendez end happily.
Note to Deron: Two weeks of summer vacation at a resort in the Catskills.
from the comments
I was jumping up and down to a Devo song in a gay club and lost my balance (as I am wont to do) and knocked a man clear off the elevated dance floor. But I can’t say that I regret it.
Monday Morning Musical Moment
Clusterflock goes disco.
Are you familiar with “Barbra Streisand,” the odd little surprise hit from the DJ duo known as Duck Sauce? Well, get familiar with their latest smash, sure to be hot in the clubs: “Clusterflock.”
The Great Rupert (1950) | For Cindy
In which a multi-talented squirrel aids an impoverished family of vaudevillians (headed by Jimmy Durante) by stealing cash their landlord has stashed in a wall.
