Magnetism

The magnetic poetry on my brother's refrigerator is actually very poetic in places. Here are some things I spotted. Located way at the bottom of the door:

i am still weak about these diamond days
rain and shine are only moon music
to the symphony of winter white

And slightly off to the side, next to a postcard of a naked wedding couple from the 1950s:

elaborate above my tiny whispering love
our windy dreams of the black storms
were felt beneath my shadows
and life rocked here for two mad moments

Incredible.

Anatomy

Something that's always intrigued me about certain dances I do is that one part of my body can be doing something completely different from another. It's like I'm two different people in one. For instance, in merengue, my hips are moving like crazy, but the entire top half of my body is completely straight up and down, seemingly uninterested and unaware of the party going on downstairs. My face, in a mask of calm indifference, reflects this Top of the Body Logic. I don't feel it, so it obviously isn't happening. No movement up here, thanks. Just business as usual.

Two-stepping is a lot like that, as well. In this dance, my feet are running around, slow, slow, quick, quick... yet the rest of me is calming gliding across the floor, not a bob or a shimmy in sight, as if nothing were happening elsewhere.

I'm pretty sure this works on internal organs, as well. My liver, kidneys, and stomach are all cruising along in life. Nothing out of the ordinary of which to take note. Just passing the time. Did you see that macaroni she ate yesterday? Same old, same old. They have no idea when my heart has taken flight, and is off somewhere shakin' its groove thang.

Reggaeton y More

Recently, I've been listening to a radio station that plays reggaeton music. According to Wikipedia, reggaeton is a form of dance music which blends Jamaican influences of reggae with those of Latin America, such as bomba and plena, as well as that of hip hop. It is so right up my alley.

I noticed something the other day, though. While I was listening to the station, the DJ kept cambiando the langauge she was hablando in mid-sentence. Each caller did lo mismo when they called in to the station. It strikes me that this Spanglish metodo de hablar es mucho easier and concise than speaking only en ingles. For example, I can aprovechar the fact that there are words in Spanish that don't have un equivalente in English. This makes it mas facil to get my point across. There's so much more espacio para play with the sentences. And so many more ways para decir una cosa sensible. Amazing.

I wish the American sistema de educacion required that everyone tome clases en otro idioma, so we could all feel that freedom to expresarnos however we see fit.

Now, I just have to figure out how to insert accent marks in my blog without it turning into that weird-looking jibberish.

Babel Fish Translator

I Am the Master

Look what finally arrived in the mail today!

The Muppet Show

Some of my fondest memories are of The Muppet Show. As a child, when I would watch it, I was surrounded by those who loved me. I felt safe and secure. The Muppets made me laugh, but they also made me think. I really felt as if we understood one another. I wanted nothing more than to go live wherever the Muppets were located and spend all of my time with them. You know, laughing, talking, playing pool.

I now realize that, as an adult, I'm still looking for that Muppet Show feeling. Amazing how some things stick with you.