February 6, 2011 at 6:54 pm (visuals, what was she thinking) ()


I am here (and am probably the only one).  I have been so occupied with living life outside of the internets, that it might seem like I have fully abandoned ye olde ticklefight.  Like a friend or an ex-boyfriend that I’ve moved on from and never looked back.  But here I am.  Sitting down to revisit the past and stick my fingers all up in old business (ew).  The truth is that I need to practice writing again.  Even if I am writing about stupid stuff in an inarticulate way . . . I am at least writing. Here I am!  Can you see me?

After a long, cold “winter” of wearing drab business casual consisting of blacks and blues and grays, pouting my bottom lip, going straight home to watch old movies, spending entire evenings cooking dinner followed by passing out on the couch in the comfort of party pants and my own drool, and feeling disconnected from and misunderstood by so many around me, it is finally sunny and I’m feeling like sitting by the water and breathing in fresh air and rays and optimism.  I’ve been burned, irritated, jaded, inspired, in love, and elated.  All steps have brought me to this point and I’m thrilled.  Nerd.  Fucking.  Alert.

I am encountering more new things than I have fingers to count them on and I am going to try to document inspiration and experiences (even if only for myself).

Let’s just say that I am leaving something, going somewhere, uniting with someone, doing much, and making sweet love to something (okay, a vegan salted caramel donut from the SF ferry building).

So.  Let’s dance.  Recital style.


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March 15, 2010 at 11:34 am (references) (, , )

Mondays are always extremely difficult for me, particularly the mornings.  My weekends are always so full of leisure, exploration, good company, and contentment.  When given the chance to make my dreams last just a little bit longer, it is no wonder that I feel bitter about the stark return to conformity, capitalism, and unimaginative tasks.  Some things that inspired me this weekend (that I am still holding onto, in protest of the day’s implications):

Agnès Varda (excellent French New Wave director) and her autobiographical documentary the beaches of agnes

I love Agnès Varda’s thoughtful, beautiful, and quirky (I wish I had a better to word to replace that word forever) approach to art and film.  I am not a film critic, so I won’t torture you any further with my elementary observations.  But her life and perspective are definitely inspiring to me.

Beauty Academy of Kabul

This film is about a group of hairstylists who set out to open a beauty academy in post-Taliban Kabul.  I last watched this film on the very night that I suffered a concussion, so my memory of it is fuzzy.  I rewatched it this weekend and realized that I actually have mixed feelings about the project (especially upon learning that the school has since closed), but I appreciate the sentiment and the stills of the Kabul landscape were very interesting to see. 

Maggie Mudd’s hand-stuffed vegan ice cream cake

Yes, a cake inspires me.  Maggie Mudd is an ice cream shop in San Francisco that has really delicious dairy free ice cream (my favorite is peanut butter palooka) and you may customize your own stuffed cake or order one of their combinations.

I could not find a great picture, but here are some of the descriptions.  I feel greedy and want all of them.

Fudge Cookie: Chocolate ice cream, oreo cookies, fudge swirls, cookie crust (Vegan).
Sundae Someday: chocolate ice cream, fudge swirls, marshmallow swirls, strawberry swirls, oreo cookies, cookie crust (Vegan).
Peanut Butter Flutter: Peanut butter ice cream, chocolate chips, peanut butter swirls, brownie base (Vegan)
V-Banana Split: A vegan version of our Waffle Banana Split. Vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate ice cream stuffed with fresh banana slices, cherries, fudge and marshmallow swirls, and waffle bowl pieces on graham cracker crust (Vegan).

And, finally, hip-hop dance class with Micaya at ODC Dance Commons.  I have a more traditional dance background and am therefore having a difficult time adapting to hip-hop style, but this class is fun!!  You can drop in to any class you want at ODC.  A great place.  I will be working on my “slouch” more in the future.

Play on, Monday.

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You are very welcome!!

November 25, 2009 at 6:52 pm (references, visuals) (, , )

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Let’s Dance

July 10, 2009 at 1:25 pm (visuals) (, , )


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We can have a good time, but we cannot be wild

January 15, 2009 at 5:28 pm (references, what was she thinking) (, )

Tonight =

Hayes Valley.

Meet up with my friend/soul brother Brian/Destructor (maybe).

Place Pigalle or Frjtz or Momi Toby’s.

Rickshaw Stop to see my friends and talented musicians, The Blacks.

Drink water or very mild alcoholic beverage. 

Maybe sit.  Maybe dance.  Maybe stand in the corner, against the wall.

Go home.

Think about the fact that going to see shows makes me happy and I should do it more.

Sleep.  Hopefully.

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January 3, 2009 at 9:09 pm (references, what was she thinking) (, , , )

My favorite blog (for missbehave magazine) is updated like three-four times a day (sometimes EVEN MORE) and I’m so addicted and I love them for it and well, I might do the same so you spying junkies have something to click on in our ADD nation of voyeuristic fiends.  I am one.  I wish you all would write/present something for me and update it obsessively.  Thanks.

MGMT – Oracular Spectacular

Annie’s Social Club

Leisure night



Striped dress

60’s hair

Another try at Edie eye



Meet Andrea [on-dray-uh] (my hip, fun, and adorably unaware friend from college, currently residing in LA, soon to be in  Paris).  Writing notes at the Biltmore and putting her sneakers on the fancy couch like she doesn’t give a damn.


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The friend in your pants will be dancing like at a party

January 2, 2009 at 5:26 pm (references) (, )

Sometimes I think subjects of spam emails would make great song lyrics.

My university newsletter alerted me to a new book by a British historian from my school that I must read.  It is called A Time to Dance, a Time to Die: The Extraordinary Story of the Dancing Plague of 1518, by John Waller. 

Here is a somewhat lengthy review from A Common Reader.  It’s worth the read, because it is such a fascinating concept. 

The book concerns an outbreak of what appeared to be Chorea sancti viti, or St Vitus Dance in 16th century Strasbourg.  Whereas chorea is usually a symptom of serious illness, the Strasbourg outbreak seems to have been something like mass hysteria, involving hundreds of people and lasting for some weeks before dying out again.

John Waller uses his first three chapters setting the scene.  The people of Strasbourg and its surrounding area had suffered much in the preceding years.  A series of bad harvests, periods of drought followed by torrential rain, culminating in the “bad year” of 1517 with grain prices soaring and famine striking with terrible force, killing thousands from malnutrition and related maladies. 

The populace was exploited by a rapacious church, with monasteries exploiting the high grain prices by selling their grain stores (obtained from taxes and tithes) outside the area, the starving peasants observing convoys of grain leaving their towns and villages to achieve higher prices in wealthier areas.  The population was threatened by the “infidel Turk”, the arrival of syphilis in their communities and a terrible epidemic of a disease named “the English Sweat”.

Waller reminds his readers of the intense belief people had that bad times such as these were brought by God as judgement on the sins of people or church.  However, whereas in other situations the people had recourse to priests and other clergy to intercede on their behalf, in Strasbourg the people had so lost confidence in their corrupt ministers that they no longer believed in their powers to intercede on their behalf. 

It was in this situation that on 14 July 1518, Frau Troffea stepped out of her house “swaying and jumping awkwardly from foot to foot”.  The poor woman danced compulsively throughout the day, until at night she collapsed into sleep, only to resume her dance early the next morning.  She danced like this for six days, until being sent away to a chapel dedicated to St Vitus, some thirty miles away. 

Within no time many more citizens were overcome with the irresistible desire to dance. The burghers of the city consulted the physicians guild, who recommended that the dancers should be left to continue their dance, in the belief that the heavy perspiration resulting from the dance would eventually expel the residues of bad blood which had built up in their veins.  The outdoor grain market was commandeered to accommodate the dancers and the burghers even hired professional musicians to encourage the dancers and so hasten the time when they would be thoroughly danced out.

John Waller has covered every angle of this strange and terrible story, investigating the possible physical and mental causes of this dancing plague.  He recognises that it occurred within a particular historical and social context and also explores similar outbreaks which have occurred in different locations and times.  He considers the similarities between the Strasbourg events and other movements such as modern day “raves”, or Pentecostal worship services. Outbreaks of dancing have occurred regularly in Christian charismatic worship services, but rarely lasting more than a few minutes rather than the several weeks in 16th century Strasbourg. 

A dancing plague!  I am adding this to my list of my more preferred ways to go.

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