I just posted a lot to my LJ site, if you care about things I write.
An update on dancing: Salsa classes are going really well, and we've been asked several more times if we teach. Which is funny, since we're still learning salsa. Lara dances it without enough hip movement (making it look vaguely like west coast swing), and I'm hopelessly trapped in the forward-back basic (dance with people from other South American countries, and you'll know what I mean when I say that there are many "basics"), bit since I'm a strong lead and she's a great follow, we look great dancing with each other and others.
Also, we didn't get our act together to make a poster for dancing for her school's activities fair, but someone else beat us to the punch and had a sign up sheet (though no advertisements) for a dance club. The guy at the table (who was there for another organization but wanted to be a part of the dance club) wanted to combine a music-mixing club with a club-style dance club. However, the Ringling employee who put out the sign up sheet approached Lara after our salsa lesson saturday night and told her that he had hoped we would run the club. Since I also met someone who is going to start teaching hip-hop lessons at our dance studio, and that was listed as one of the dances on our sign-up, it seems to be falling into place.
On a non-dance note, I had to buy a new mouse today. My mouse died, because the laser in it died. It had been going for a couple days, but I thought I must have been using it weirdly for it to act up. Then it just died yesterday. Well, having spare mice with different connection types, I thought it was no problem. But wait! Of my three spare mice, all old track-ball types, none of them would work! I have no idea why. I just used some of my best-buy gift card to get a new one though, so it was all good. Some of the mice at the store had so many options I had no idea what I would have done with all of them.
On a beach note, the Red Tide smell in the air has backed off a little, but we're still afraid to go to the beach. Red Tide is some semi-natural phenomenon that causes all the fish to die, and the birds that eat the dead fish die, and people who go swimming can get gangrene in cuts or develop severe lung problems. Both Lara and I got sick just from dancing on the sand two days in a row (photographed by a classmate the second time). It felt like someone was sitting on our lungs, then we got a headache and a stomach ache at the same time, combined with the need to sleep for about two days. We don't want it again, as much as we're dying to go swimming, so we have to confine ourselves to the pool in her apartment complex. It's just not the same.
An update on dancing: Salsa classes are going really well, and we've been asked several more times if we teach. Which is funny, since we're still learning salsa. Lara dances it without enough hip movement (making it look vaguely like west coast swing), and I'm hopelessly trapped in the forward-back basic (dance with people from other South American countries, and you'll know what I mean when I say that there are many "basics"), bit since I'm a strong lead and she's a great follow, we look great dancing with each other and others.
Also, we didn't get our act together to make a poster for dancing for her school's activities fair, but someone else beat us to the punch and had a sign up sheet (though no advertisements) for a dance club. The guy at the table (who was there for another organization but wanted to be a part of the dance club) wanted to combine a music-mixing club with a club-style dance club. However, the Ringling employee who put out the sign up sheet approached Lara after our salsa lesson saturday night and told her that he had hoped we would run the club. Since I also met someone who is going to start teaching hip-hop lessons at our dance studio, and that was listed as one of the dances on our sign-up, it seems to be falling into place.
On a non-dance note, I had to buy a new mouse today. My mouse died, because the laser in it died. It had been going for a couple days, but I thought I must have been using it weirdly for it to act up. Then it just died yesterday. Well, having spare mice with different connection types, I thought it was no problem. But wait! Of my three spare mice, all old track-ball types, none of them would work! I have no idea why. I just used some of my best-buy gift card to get a new one though, so it was all good. Some of the mice at the store had so many options I had no idea what I would have done with all of them.
On a beach note, the Red Tide smell in the air has backed off a little, but we're still afraid to go to the beach. Red Tide is some semi-natural phenomenon that causes all the fish to die, and the birds that eat the dead fish die, and people who go swimming can get gangrene in cuts or develop severe lung problems. Both Lara and I got sick just from dancing on the sand two days in a row (photographed by a classmate the second time). It felt like someone was sitting on our lungs, then we got a headache and a stomach ache at the same time, combined with the need to sleep for about two days. We don't want it again, as much as we're dying to go swimming, so we have to confine ourselves to the pool in her apartment complex. It's just not the same.