Gurgling ambient: connect_icut’s “Imperial Alabaster.”
"I love watching jam circles, but sometimes I get really focused on what people are doing and start clapping off-beat. Apparently I can’t watch and clap at the same time!"
This is not me, I swear it!
… if only because I refuse to clap during jams because this would invariably happen to me.
In the broad world of partner dancing, leaders invariably develop anxiety about the number of patterns they know at some point over the course of their practice. Just as invariably, followers will respond with the familiar maxim that a well-led dance of basics beats a dance with a variety of moves which aren’t led well — an assertion which, personally speaking, I never fully bought into. “They say the moves don’t matter, but surely…” types of doubt.
But now that I’ve been following 3-4 months, I’ve discovered how simply, plainly accurate the maxim is (which leads to another instructive lesson: learn both roles!). When I’m following, I’m not thinking about how many swingouts or circles I’ve been led into, or even thinking at all — I’m in a frame of mind where I’ve prioritized spatial, tactile, and aural awareness over critical or introspective thinking. I’m too focused on “listening” to the lead and being a good follow to think about being bored by the repertoire of moves we’re currently performing.
More personally, I’m finally starting to stay back/not walk forward on the 1-2 of a swingout. The next thing for me to learn is to actually follow what the lead suggests on the 1-2 (whether to rock step, step-step, or walk forward, depending).
As expected, DS9’s entry for its own version of “The Inner Light” is as affecting as ever, especially when Cirroc Lofton gets perform in the emotionally intense scenes. There’s not much else to say that hasn’t already been said, though I was surprised by how childish and clunky the dialogue was — “You are my favorite author of all time!” — between Melanie and Jake. Lines like that might make sense if Melanie is/turns out to be a terrible writer — otherwise, for all of its absolutism glossing over the gradients that are a part of artistic appreciation, it’s a very juvenile, slavishly fannish thing to say.