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So. Certain things that are both annoying and creepy have come to my attention, and therefore, I am now making all of my posts- yep every single ordinary one of them- protected. So, if you want to read my enchanting tales of life, liberty, and belly dance, and you're not already one of my Friends, you'll have to post a comment for me to add you. If you're not a Live Journal user...well, you'll have to join or forever miss my acerbic wit.
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To begin my day today, I must begin with last night.
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I took a shower just before I went to bed and could not get the faucet to shut off. So, I crawled in bed and waited for Drew to get home so I could compalin to him. Which I did. He tried to shut it off, and then realized that was silly because he was about to take a showr himself, having just gotten home from the gym. Well, it just got worse after his shower, and we spent the next two hours trying to fix it. I should say he spent the next two hours trying to fix it, while I stood holding a pot under the faucet so the stream of water pouring forth from it wouldn't drench Drew any further. Finally, it was decided that he should just turn off the water to the house. Because he couldn't figure out how to fix it.
This morning, Kris came home after a doctor's appointment, strolled into our bathroom and spent about fifteen minutes taking apart the handle. He then came in to me and showed me that part that needed replacing, I gave him cash, he ent to Home Depot, came home, and spent another fifteen minutes putting it all back together. My faucet is perfect now, and I didn't have to stand with a pot over Kris at all.
I then got some bad news from my best friend, and though it was not the circumstances I would want, it still had a very nice time chatting with her.
I needed to get some Liquid Plumber for my clogged sink (boy I had pipe problems, huh), and while I was at Target, I saw some Mango Mojito mix. Since I was planning on fixing taco salad for dinner, I thought that might be quite yummy.
When Drew got home from work, he confessed that he had not eaten anything all day (why DO I buy those frozen entrees for his lunch, or fruit and muffins for his breakfast?), so I went ahead and fixed dinner. (The taco salad was delicious, I might add) I also followed the directions on the Mango Mojito mix explicitly. If you ever get this stuff from Target, I recommend NOT following the directions. I only had two sips, and I was tipsy. I didn't even drink half of my drink, and I am still having a difficult time functioning! The boys laughed and laughed because the directions told me to pour a bottle of rum in the mix. An entire bottle. Yep. So, while we ate our dinner, we decided to get caught up on our backlog of Daily Shows and Colbert Reports. Well, they're funny anyway, but they're REALLY funny when you've had some Target Mango Mojitos.
I'm really hot. In fact, I'm more hot now than I was in the hottest part of the day. I blame the Target Mango Mojitos.
So, the older I get, the less tolerance I have for annoying people. And you know what? People everywhere annoy me. A lot.
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How hard is it to be polite? I don't find that it takes an inordinate amount of time to say "Excuse me," or even "Were you next in line?" Put your shopping carts in the shopping cart space. I swear I'm going to time myself to see if it does in fact take longer than 1 minute to get it there and be back in my car.
Is there a reason you must pace the car right next to you, and the two of you drive ten miles below the speed limit? Perhaps, since you are both so enamored by that speed, you should drive in the same lane and let others who are actually trying to get somewhere utilize the other lane. And that way, we can drive the speed limit, too.
Shut up. Do you not see that the person next to you is trying to participate in the conversation going on with the group? And if someone tries multiple times to draw you in to the conversation, join in! And, here's a novel idea, listen to what other people are saying! Don't interrupt to talk about only yourself, and about a topic that has nothing to do with anything we've been talking about! Set the person next to you free.
How hard is it to educate one's self? Especially in today's age with the internet, spin really should not be as effective as it is. Look into things! Listen to people you think you don't agree with! Keep an open mind! Understand that if someone changes their position on something, that might mean they've matured, or thought about it more and realize they were wrong!
Why do people feel the need to belittle others? In public?
Don't assume I am not smart. Or that you know more than me just because you've worked hard to learn. So have I. I may be blonde, I may be female, I may exhibit diztiness from time to time. But I do, in fact, have a very high IQ. And that's with bad spacial skills.
I am, of course, perfect in every way and have never, ever done anything remotely annoying. Ever. OK, maybe once or twice.
Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list things you want to say to ten different LJ friends.
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DO NOT state who these people are.
DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation".
1. You have such an amazing amount of knowledge and inspire me.
2. I can't believe you voted for Bush. Twice.
3. Get over yourself.
4. You are such a beautiful person and you don't even know it.
5. I love that you can discuss things like an adult. That seems so rare now!
6. Even though we are very different, I consider you one of my dearest friends. Because you behave like a friend when it counts.
7. You never fail to crack me up.
8. You will never find happiness until you choose to be happy.
9. I love you!!
10. You totally rock. Get it through your head.
Sorry, meddevi, this is actually intended for my SCA friends. :)
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So, years ago when I started playing in the SCA, I started with the excitement of having another place to belly dance. So, most of my garb was very tribal-style belly dance, and, since I hadn't realized that it was OK to embrace my freakish obsession with the Middle East in this setting as well, I wore a bunch of long t-tunics and other various Euro-esque attire. Well, whenever I was in my ATS outfits, people whom I'd never met before felt perfectly free to point out to me (and this was with me playing for maybe six months) that it was not period. So, I started trying to choose my garb that was distinctly Indian. I was starting to form an idea that I really wanted to be turn-of-the-millenium-fresh-out-of-India Rom, so this seemed appropriate.
Alas, the belly bunny stigma followed, and never mind that I was actually wearing period styles, the bare midriff was simply not allowed! (Side note: it's as if Caid needed baronessv to come here and show that it's OK. I think it's because she does Indian SO WELL.) So, I started wearing what I fondly call "Generic Middle Eastern". It wasn't Persian of any specific time period, nor was it Turkish of any style, nor was it Arabic by any stretch of the imagination. But people left me alone, and I got to continue along in peace, doing what I love to do: research and dance. I'm not a seamstress. I got the pattern from something I bought on eBay. I still made pretty things, because I used fabrics that I knew were peri-oid. But as far as garb is concerned, I got very, very lazy.
And then something happened. I found out people were using me as an example of proper Middle Eastern fashion. Oh no! How did that happen? Perhaps my constant nattering about how All Good Things come from the Middle East? Or maybe my Secret Plan to turn everyone in the Known World into a Moor? OK, maybe that plan isn't so secret. Now I must step up to the responsibility. I can't have people running around wearing Generic Middle Eastern citing me as a source!
Thankfully, I had already been influenced by people like Gerhart and Una, and my Laurel Mistres Jadi, who showed me that doing things meticulously period actually is fun. I still am a terrible seamstress, and am a terrible Caidan for not liking to sew. But I do enjoy the research. I always have. And studying classical Middle Eastern court dances these last couple years has really improved my modern-era job as a belly dancer, I think.
So, dear Friends, what prompted you to be obsessively period?
Well, I'm sure they weren't geeky at all at the time, and I frankly find these things fascinating. But I am also aware that many of my non-SCA friends are not as enamoured by the Medieval Middle East. In fact, some of my SCA friends think it's a travesty. But on to the interesting things.
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1. I was perusing my book Lost Persian Treasures (which by the way, I think is a stupid title, becaue if they really were lost, we wouldn't have them to study, now would we? Why not call it FORMERLY Lost Persian Treasures? But I digress.), and there was a bowl that depicted a dancing woman. OK, nothing unusual so far, except that she was topless. Now, this is something that we've come to expect from India and Ancient Egypt where they could scarcely be bothered with clothes, let alone anything that actually concealed their bodies. And I have often suspected that even the Arabs were not always as modest as we like to think they were. But not the Persians. I have never seen anything that indicated that they would have danced topless. Granted, I have only been gradually shifting my focus to the Persians recently, and primarily to later period, but I was till surprised. This was a Sassanid piece. However, there was another ivory carving that also had dancing women, and they were al in basic Sassanid attire that I would expect. I'll have to look into that more.
2. I have Peerless Images (a book on Persian painting) sitting next to me computer. (On a silly side note: two weeks ago my 11 year old nephew was using my computer, and came out and asked why I had a book on Persian painting. I told him I thought it was interesting. The next day when he came over I pointed to another book that was sitting on my kitchen table that was also about Persian painting. He rolled his eyes, so I made him listen as I read it to him while he ate cake. Little did he know I have two more on the bookshelves!) I have always been told that they did not have mehndi in period. That never quite rang true, so I just assumed perhaps they didn't have it outside India (because there's lots of evidence that they did). Anyway, I had never really examined the paintings in regard to henna, and today I happened to glance, and several of the women just on the front cover are sporting lovely henna designs! So, I guess I should have trusted my gut and looked into it more. Why do I listen to people sometimes? I guess it's because they speak with authority, and if it's not something that I have specifically researched, I assume they don't make statements without doing their own. I know better!!
So there you have it. I'm excited to look into these things!
|Subject:||My New Pay|
So, I'm trying to figure out if I can devise a sliding scale to charge my students according to how much they annoy me.
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So, much of my time is being spent lately on chasing down people that I need stuff from for my various events, but particularly Hips of Fury, and putting out fires that erupt because belly dance is filled with estrogen and a hundred women can't always get along. Go figure.
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But that being said, I couldn't ask for a better job, in spite of the fact that it wears me down emotionally from time to time. But then when I was working as a photographer, it was the emotional stress that broke me after 15 years. Maybe I should just become aloof.
But then, that's kinda what I get to be now that I have SO MANY students. I mean, my student population has exploded in the last several months, but now, I get to be choosy about whom I want to invest my emotional energy in. There is no possible way I can put out the way I have been for each of my students, because I have so many. It's just not reasonable. So in some way, even though I often feel mightily overwhelmed by how many I have now, I like that I can now kinda turn inward and shelter myself. It feels better. I get to do what's best for me from time to time now, and best of all, I am finally getting paid to be a teacher after almost six years of essentailly paying to be one. Yay!
Above all else, they really pick it up fast. I work 'em, and they get it! I am so proud. Last week, when they wer rehearsing for the Poppy Festival, I cried. Geez, I'm such a sap.
My weekend was rather busy. I spent all my time at the California Poppy Festival, where my all but my SCA students had the opportunity to perform. Of course, my SCA students were there...but they were doing our barony's usual demo right across the grass.
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We were not the only belly dancers there, but if I do say so m'self, we should have been. There was another local troupe that is going through some drama. I felt a little bit bad for them, because people were actually getting up and walking out during their performance. From the front row even. During ours, there was no more room on the benches, and the crowd kept getting bigger and bigger. That is extremely gratifying! On the other hand, I am aware that at least some of the drama the other troupe is going through is self-inflicted, so it's hard for me to be as sympathetic as I normally would be. But I stayed through their entire set in an attempt to be supportive, even though this troupe leader has never once, in close to ten years, bothered to make a point to see me or my students unless it was convenient. *shrug* I have my idea of how I should act as a belly dancer, and she has hers. And people don't get up and walk out of my performances, and they do hers. Maybe its karma.
Anyway, my ladies were so beautiful! They knew the choreography, which is more than I can usually say, in spite of the fact that I came up with it!! (One of my students gave me an enormous compliment- she told me that I come up with amazing choreo...and this felt so good because I think I am terrible at choreography! It made me blush mightily, and I just told her that meant a lot to me) Their costumes were FABULOUS! They all wanted to be in the front! I love that!
I have to say, my students are the smartest and loveliest student belly dancers in the world. I am so lucky.
Welp, the Persian and cane classes have been cancelled. Thankfully both Robyn and Plez are such wonderful women, and I think Plez was a leetle relieved, since her life is kinda crazy right now.
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But I am very disappointed.
Take the Seven Deadly Sins
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I love Resurrection Sunday. I may decorate my house with little bunnies and baby chicks, but I think that's because I love Spring, and decorating it with a bunch of open graves seems less pretty to me. At any rate, the music in church was really cool. OK, one song was. I get annoyed that Jacquie always puts the voices behind us, because I think the choir should just sound like who we are. And we're not professionals. But we're not there to put on a performance, but to worship God. But the song that Ryan sang the solo...well, it was great. I didn't start crying like I did in the song Joy to the World, He is Risen!, but it still rocked, and the congregation loved it.
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But I don't love Resurrection Sunday because of the music in church. Nor do I love it because of the candy, though the SweeTart jelly beans are delightful. I love it because I am reminded of hope. I am reminded of purpose. And most of all, I am reminded of love. I sometimes get so bogged down with the humiliation I feel that Jerry Falwell is claiming the same faith as me. Or the countless other Red State Christians who somehow think that preventing gay marriage is the way to reveal God's love and save the world, and therefore the most important thing to vote on. I recently read an article that included the term "Red-Letter Christians" to refer to people like me, and I thought, "Yes! That is what I'm talking about!" It's not that the rest of the Bible is unimportant- I definitely think you have to take the whole thing, and should not hand-pick verses to back-up points you already think just to prove your own points- but rather that if we are carrying around His name, that means we are supposed to be actually trying to *be* like Christ. Which mean that the things He thought were most imortant were the things He talked about. Therefore, those are what we should be focused on. That means we don't judge people. That means we love others more than we love ourselves. That means we help those in need. That means we forgive even when it's hard to. That means we LOVE.
And that's what I come back to.
Today was an absolutely beautiful, warm, sunshiney day! It was exactly what I needed because I woke up in a foul mood (more foul thatn my usual sparkly morning self). Kris was home trying to get some homework done, and I kept giving him the Evil Eye because he kept trying to talk to me and I just wanted silence. But then I opened the window in the living room, and I walked outside, and it was so nice, how could I stay the degree of crabby that I was? I couldn't. Spring is finally here! (Though we're supposed to have thunderstorms tomorrow)
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I dunno. I'm starting to freak out. The whole reason I set up this day of folkloric workshops is because I had several, and by several, I mean like a couple dozen, people say they would be very interested in it. So, I thought I would provide a service to my fellow belly and ME dancers and set up a day with some extremely talented women. But guess what? I only have two people pre-registered in each class. Yep. And neither in either are the people that wanted me to do it. I swear, if people don't friggin FILL UP the Hips of Fury workshops, I am never scheduling another workshop for these god-forsaken ungrateful desert people. I actually had an SCA person scorn me for charging for the workshops. Um, hello? These are world-reknown artists! I have to pay them! That means you have to pay me. And I am actually charging right at, or maybe even slightly below the current BD workshop rate.
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So, um, anyone want to learn classical Persian dance, or Raks Assaya? It's worth every penny!!
There is no easy way to put this: the woman who helped me tonight at Carl's Jr had a profile that was a perfect semi-circle.
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Margaret Cho invited dorky little me to perform at her first-ever Sensuous Woman showcase. And I just sent her the email to cancel because I can't do it. Bah!
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However, if you're reading this, and are in LA, you should go to it, because it's a benefit for Habitat for Humanity, and will include lots of my favorite female talents.
So, the whole week leading up to Crown was a wee bit stressful because of various autocrat-y things. Not that I was an autocrat, but every one of our local household members (except the very newest one- but we're working on him) is an officer, so naturally we all feel at least some of the pain. However, my girl Khalida did a great job, I thought. Well, she and Cera. At any rate, we have our new heirs, and that really was the ultimate goal, anyway.
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I was very pleased to see such a great turn-out, especially since I'm married to the exchequer, and the seneschal lives with us! But also because it's just fun to see everyone and get a chance to catch up. I was worried, though, that Edric would be too distracted by all the friends that showed up. Generally he likes to be all hidden so he can focus, but this was not to be on Saturday. In fact, Khalida's bedouin, which is usually plenty of room for us at tourneys, ran out of room! But it's extremely gratifying that so many people know they are welcome in our home. I love that!
I thought I would be horribly disappointed when Edric went out, but I wasn't nearly so much so as I was in the fall. Yet, he seemed to take this loss much harder this time than last time. Later, Una gave me a swig of champagne and said, "Here's to six months of freedom!" The fact that I thought Edric fought really well probably made it easier, too. Not that he didn't in the fall, but I just thought he did a great job this weekend. I'm very proud of him.
Some groovy Middle Eastern highlights: Her Excellency Muiriath showed up in bright turquoise Middle Eastern based on one of the Persian patterns I gave her. A) It was very easy to spot my Baroness, which I like. B) She looks SO GOOD in Middle Eastern!! Another one: joeguppy told me that my coat was "major bling." I love that red and gold coat, though it was making my shoulders ache, because it's so heavy. Yet another: one of the local ladies that is starting to explore Middle Eastern garb and dance was wearing the first article she had ever made- a sort of short Turkish vest...made out of giraffe print. Ah, the young. It was vastly amusing to me.
Ultimately, it was a good day. I think Sven and Kolfinna are really great people, and I am very interested to witness this reign. It should be a lot of fun.
The Yes or No meeme, taken from aeddie.
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1. You can only say YES or NO!
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments to the entry and asks.
Taken a picture naked? Yes
Made out with a member of the same sex? Yes
Danced in front of your mirror? Yes
Told a lie? Yes
Gotten in a car with people you just met? Yes
Been in a fist fight? No
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? Yes
Been arrested? No
Left your house without telling your parents? No
Ditched school to do something more fun? Yes
Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? Yes
Seen someone die? No
Kissed a picture? Yes
Slept in until 3? Yes
Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yes
Played dress up? Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes
Felt an earthquake? Yes
Touched a snake? Yes
Ran a red light? Yes
Had detention? No
Been in a car accident? Yes
Pole danced? No
Been lost? Yes
Sang karaoke? No
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? No
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
Kissed in the rain? Yes
Sang in the shower? Yes
Got your tongue stuck to a pole? No
Ever gone to school partially naked? No
Sat on a roof top? Yes
Played chicken? No
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes
Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? Yes
Broken a bone? No
Mooned/flashed someone? No
Forgotten someone's name? Yes
Slept naked? Yes
Blacked out from drinking? No
Played a prank on someone? Yes
Felt like killing someone? No
Made a parent cry? Yes
Cried over someone? Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day? Yes
Had/Have a dog? Yes/No
Been in a band? Yes
Drank 25 sodas in a day? No
Shot a gun? No