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Monday, May 05, 2003
fuck it, i gotta write this.
amidst dancing within the sweaty hordes of my PCN cast, as one hot moving mass of drunk flesh, groovin to some GOOD ASS music (including some muscle tensing breaks!!!! ala Freestyle "The Party has Just Begun", Afrika Bambaataa "Planet Rock" and a bunch of other tracks that had memorable samples and melodies and beats that I can't name because I never learned their names), I went off to the side and then was approached by Yvony asking/telling me to dance for Marcy.
Dance for Marcy???
crazy... seriously... crazy...
so anyway after that initial shock I was like "what i ain no stripper, havin me dance FOR Marcy.. I'll dance WITH her shoot"
so she was hella flattering me by saying how good a dancer I was and then it got me to spit that I only dance as well as my partner. and even if i was holding back, I wouldn't want to upstage the girl. I'm only trying to follow the girl. and that kinda appeased her and then we grooved. simple groove. back forth smiling arms waving having fun groove.
so here's what the blog is so damn pushy about. the point that brings me out of hiatus and hibernation:
as i sat here like 6am ish thinking about that scene and kind of re-enacting it but adding some lines of logic (as if i could spit philosophical shit while dancing.. hah good idea though i did it tonight very subtly) I thought about how maybe she did want me to go crazy and shit and throw my body all over the place, but she was just as happy having me simply move with her, as i was happy with her moving with me. I imagined how i get hyped when my partner gets hyped which usually goes back and forth and in that sense it is equal. and i remembered how with Marcy we simply grooved and were just as happy with the dance and the music and the time we were having, in that sense also equal.
with a partner, either one gets hyped and the other gets hyped in reaction, or both do the same thing (or should).
either one leads and the other follows, or no one leads/follows.
either one person has priority, or no one does, meaning there is equality.
either both 'move' or advance because of the lead changing, or no one 'moves'.
=> either there is progression/movement or stillness.
yet in dance the two people still actually do move.
=>either in movement or stillness, things do advance
==>"only when things are regulated will they advance."
===>Regulation is advancement.
note, remember this isn't the first time I thought of this... its just the first time it got written down. because it related fully with dance and my whole regulation theory. it got me to that thought again thats fsure
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oh oh oh not to mention Lilee asking/telling me to dance with her friend Mai, who was great too. she had on this sweet black white top on and she had her little groove thing. vietnamese and fun to dance with yup. cept she told me at one point she was intimidated by me, and mainly because of my dancing, probably caused by this one little bit where I was really feelin it and pulled some wacky shit ending in my slide-hit thing. so i toned it down a bit and tried to match her up and it was good until we got too hot and went outside for air. thats right HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
i'm meeting a lot of Pilipino girls. well fellas too, but you know not like that... its coo but i'm such an ASS because its like rapid fire introductions and I mess up and forget names and shit. I met some cute ones that i've been wanting a way to get into ... conversation with ><... one is down with house and DEEP.. heYYYYYYYY and another has luscious lips. both friends of Nelson go fig but i guess its obvious because everyone knows everyone in Samahang so ok.
pinays.. mmmmm....
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oh and why the fuck are the most poignant, most unnervingly beautiful and brain pulsingly clear ideas, unre-fuckin-peatable???
its like the train of thought completely missed the Memory station and went straight for the Try-to-Catch-it-in-the-Next-50-Years-of-Your-Life Line. it was something great thats all i know. or maybe not. see? it was so fast I can't even remember the significance and greatness of it.
i was rolling in bed for about 30 minutes thinking about random ish like how i was going to present this idea i've been working on for a writing piece.. it began as a tribute to dance, but i wanted to use bits of something I had already written, and realized the piece should justifiably become a piece about expression, just as the first paragraph (in that other piece) already tells. but extended to the specific trio of the expression of my mind, the expression of my body, and expression of spirit and soul.
hah! an expression about expression, how keen.. you know it is, you've written about it before.
and how i chose the last line
"because this is a prologue in an artist's log of thoughts dance and emotion; my story's just begun"
and it would be tight simply because its the last line in a tremendous piece (for me at least) that should already speak of a lot. :)
dopish!
oh I realize I was talking to modern (in my head, while trying to sleep) and saying how I haven't even begun [to choregraph]. Culture Shock provided some nice inspiration, some insight into how crazy it can be from up close. 3 or 4 DIFFERENT movements in one movement. crazy. I thought of some already. and figured out a way to do one that I didn't think could be done.
but
who do I do it for?
this led me to that thought about using that line for my writing piece. which has to be done by the 18th mind me.
and then i thought and forgot that world-shattering thought right after. i thought it so fast that i forgot before I thought it... shit!
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wowwwwwwwwwwww that felt nice. like a nice anal penetration what I dunno who said that.
blogger/doob you be good. ill be back to clarify some things. I could sit and remind you of everything but then.. I wouldn't get sleep and I need that to help a pretty girl win her campaign tomorrow. and to help another with her senior project tomorrow. I get to groove battle with Tara, pretty sweet.
"Connections through Unspoken Communication" focusing on the wonders of music, dance, energy, and smiles and their abilities to speak to kids and people more than mere words [in Corea!]. atta girl.
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"thats why we have words; if they didn't mean anything we wouldn't use them" on refuting someone's disbelief in a compliment or something of that nature. "If I didn't say it, it wouldn't mean anything; If it didn't mean anything, I wouldn't say it"
doobin @ 7:39 AM
heheheh success!
doobin @ 7:39 AM
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