get this routine down
is the day I probably will get a tattoo. ;-)
PS: (e:lauren), I am discovering all kinds of crazy hip hop music from the Verve connection. Not bad at all. :)
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03/26/2011 13:24 #53912
The day I...Category: dance
03/26/2011 08:57 #53909
Paint it blackCategory: buffalo
I see a whitish road and I want it painted black
No whiteness anymore I want them to turn black
(BTW, that is NOT Apocalyptica. It's the London Symphony Orchestra. I am amazed how anyone could NOT tell it is a full scale orchestra and not some dinky 3-cello metal band.)
Just when I was getting ready to launder my feather-shedding monster of a coat and dress down to a lighter coat, Buffalo has a whiteout and 10 inches of snow on the ground overnight. I am back to wearing multiple layers and the being covered with silly-looking feathers all the time.
Why can't the hideous Erie remain frozen till June?? It is so necessary to always be running around in freeze-thaw cycles and dumping undue amounts of snow on the city? My annoyance is even more intense because all this snow and ice totally cramps my style and forces me walk slow. There is nothing quite so unbearable to me as being forced to walk slow like a 90y old. Snow is tolerable but I HATE ice on the pavement. Go away. You are not welcome.
Talking of painting, the Buffalo Management Group, which owns the Mayflower building, recently painted the gorgeous wooden facade of the 1930s wood-and-mirrors elevators with tacky white paint. WHAT THE HELL?! Who paints over old beautiful wood!? It just looks so abysmally cheap now. It's time to write a protest email...
EDIT:
I wrote to Jeremy of the BMG and he wrote back:
I had no idea they were metal. They looked and sound as if they are wood... Hmmm... So they will change the ghastly white. I am intrigued about what colour they will pick next. I still can't believe those doors are metal. Maybe I need to go downstairs again and tap on them.
Okay, I am apparently clueless about what is metal and what is wood because Jeremy just wrote:
!!! In any event, I am glad they won't be tacky white for long.
PS: The italic tags don't seem to work...
No whiteness anymore I want them to turn black
(BTW, that is NOT Apocalyptica. It's the London Symphony Orchestra. I am amazed how anyone could NOT tell it is a full scale orchestra and not some dinky 3-cello metal band.)
Just when I was getting ready to launder my feather-shedding monster of a coat and dress down to a lighter coat, Buffalo has a whiteout and 10 inches of snow on the ground overnight. I am back to wearing multiple layers and the being covered with silly-looking feathers all the time.
Why can't the hideous Erie remain frozen till June?? It is so necessary to always be running around in freeze-thaw cycles and dumping undue amounts of snow on the city? My annoyance is even more intense because all this snow and ice totally cramps my style and forces me walk slow. There is nothing quite so unbearable to me as being forced to walk slow like a 90y old. Snow is tolerable but I HATE ice on the pavement. Go away. You are not welcome.
Talking of painting, the Buffalo Management Group, which owns the Mayflower building, recently painted the gorgeous wooden facade of the 1930s wood-and-mirrors elevators with tacky white paint. WHAT THE HELL?! Who paints over old beautiful wood!? It just looks so abysmally cheap now. It's time to write a protest email...
EDIT:
I wrote to Jeremy of the BMG and he wrote back:
"I do appreciate your ideas on this. The natural look does look nice but its not wood. Its metal. If we don't paint the doors it will rust. We will find the right colors for the doors. I am sure you will like what we do. Carpet on the floors will be installed soon."
I had no idea they were metal. They looked and sound as if they are wood... Hmmm... So they will change the ghastly white. I am intrigued about what colour they will pick next. I still can't believe those doors are metal. Maybe I need to go downstairs again and tap on them.
Okay, I am apparently clueless about what is metal and what is wood because Jeremy just wrote:
Yeah if you look closely at the door that hasn't been painted you can tell that its metal. The elevator doors and the trim are both metal on every floor.
!!! In any event, I am glad they won't be tacky white for long.
PS: The italic tags don't seem to work...
metalpeter - 03/26/11 18:31
Two Points:
1. I'm not an expert but if you paint on top of wood won't that help protect it say you don't have the time and money to do the upkeep on the wood or you think it may get damp or wet from like what ever causes that like neglect
2. Paint it Black is the Rolling Stones best song ever.... That being said a band that is not together anymore called The Tea Party do a pretty good take on it..... How I first heard the song was on a War show (Dana Delany pretty good actress) called China Beach....
Two Points:
1. I'm not an expert but if you paint on top of wood won't that help protect it say you don't have the time and money to do the upkeep on the wood or you think it may get damp or wet from like what ever causes that like neglect
2. Paint it Black is the Rolling Stones best song ever.... That being said a band that is not together anymore called The Tea Party do a pretty good take on it..... How I first heard the song was on a War show (Dana Delany pretty good actress) called China Beach....
tinypliny - 03/26/11 09:39
The east-side elevators are still the same wood... (dirty because they have been painting all the corridors but still wood and eminently clean-able). I am now thinking of writing to the big cheese, Myron himself. After all, it is his building. Surely, he wouldn't want the beauty of the building ruined by some misplaced frenzy for tacky "renovation".
The east-side elevators are still the same wood... (dirty because they have been painting all the corridors but still wood and eminently clean-able). I am now thinking of writing to the big cheese, Myron himself. After all, it is his building. Surely, he wouldn't want the beauty of the building ruined by some misplaced frenzy for tacky "renovation".
tinypliny - 03/26/11 09:35
Yeah, and it was a fun movie too... I hope it was a mistake! I have written to Jeremy about how terrible it looks now. It is absolutely incomprehensible. WHITE tacky paint. UGGGGGGGGHHHH. :(
Yeah, and it was a fun movie too... I hope it was a mistake! I have written to Jeremy about how terrible it looks now. It is absolutely incomprehensible. WHITE tacky paint. UGGGGGGGGHHHH. :(
libertad - 03/26/11 09:26
I wish you didn't even share this with us! Didn't they just use the elevator and lobby in a movie? They wouldn't have used it if it were painted for sure. I just don't understand what they could have been thinking. I wonder if it was a mistake somehow by someone they hired.
I wish you didn't even share this with us! Didn't they just use the elevator and lobby in a movie? They wouldn't have used it if it were painted for sure. I just don't understand what they could have been thinking. I wonder if it was a mistake somehow by someone they hired.
tinypliny - 03/26/11 09:15
I know! It's not as if the wood was in bad shape. It physically pains me to look at the elevators now. :/ It ruins the character of the lobby - which is so delightfully period and pre-war with all its mirrors and wood and scrollwork on the ceilings.
I know! It's not as if the wood was in bad shape. It physically pains me to look at the elevators now. :/ It ruins the character of the lobby - which is so delightfully period and pre-war with all its mirrors and wood and scrollwork on the ceilings.
libertad - 03/26/11 09:04
That is insane that in these days someone would paint over natural woodwork. I know that was a trend years back that people are still cursing, but that is definitely not the style now.
That is insane that in these days someone would paint over natural woodwork. I know that was a trend years back that people are still cursing, but that is definitely not the style now.
03/25/2011 03:34 #53906
El tiempo que te quede libreCategory: music
03/20/2011 01:48 #53877
Opera nightmares turn to future classesCategory: the odes
I had a particularly unhinged nightmare yesterday. Among a zillion other uniquely boring pieces of randomness, only one crazy consistency stood out. I got out of 99% of the sticky situations by singing opera.
And not just any opera but this particular piece by Händel (that I believe was specifically designed to inflict the maximum damage to the singers' vocal cords. Note the baroque ornamentations, bordering on the insanely cruel, from 3:21 onwards).
Of course, only Cecila Bartoli can ever hope get out of this song alive and smiling. I woke up with a really nasty throat pain. It felt pretty real. I hope I wasn't bawling out in my toneless voice all night. I think its only logical to conclude the I need to take some voice training. If this ever happens again, I want to be prepared and at the very least be able to sing a very low key version of some simpler (waaaaaaaaay more simpler) opera in tune.
The Community Music School of Buffalo on Elmwood will be offering opera classes from April:
It sounds loony now but I am starting to consider enrolling for some diva-training... The thought of being able to burst into opera at the grocery store seems strangely appealing. If I could also take ballet-lessons, then I could be my own musical theatre...
And not just any opera but this particular piece by Händel (that I believe was specifically designed to inflict the maximum damage to the singers' vocal cords. Note the baroque ornamentations, bordering on the insanely cruel, from 3:21 onwards).
Of course, only Cecila Bartoli can ever hope get out of this song alive and smiling. I woke up with a really nasty throat pain. It felt pretty real. I hope I wasn't bawling out in my toneless voice all night. I think its only logical to conclude the I need to take some voice training. If this ever happens again, I want to be prepared and at the very least be able to sing a very low key version of some simpler (waaaaaaaaay more simpler) opera in tune.
The Community Music School of Buffalo on Elmwood will be offering opera classes from April:
It sounds loony now but I am starting to consider enrolling for some diva-training... The thought of being able to burst into opera at the grocery store seems strangely appealing. If I could also take ballet-lessons, then I could be my own musical theatre...tinypliny - 03/22/11 23:10
Okay, I emailed the ballet class. :)
Okay, I emailed the ballet class. :)
03/18/2011 02:22 #53863
Stream of ConsciousnessCategory: e:strip
Let's see. How often have I kept writing whatever came into my mind? I would say, most of the times. How often have I not edited what I wrote? Never. So when (e:Paul) challenged me to translate my stream on consciousness here, I was a bit intimidated. I still am. Writing without editing is a luxury that only the most careless or the most devious can get away with. I don't think I am either. In fact, I fear that I will say something inappropriate here and be forced to hide the entry before too many people read it.
Nevertheless, I think the challenge is an interesting exercise in exploring what I am really thinking about...I am recalling the salsa class today. It was fun, but it was not so fun. We didn't have enough partners to rotate in intermediate class today and as a result I was dancing alone for a large portion of a complicated partner-oriented routine. The next time we switched partners, the routine had advanced to include even more moves. I didn't even have the basic moves down yet. And of course, my lack of clarity on what a proper frame means didn't help.
When I first started with the class back in November, Sarah and Sean rotated with the students in class. They somehow stopped rotating earlier this year. So I don't get to dance with them so much. Sometime Sarah dances with me to demonstrate moves to couples nearby but I miss November. I miss that first month of dance. I miss that feeling of floating on clouds. I miss it so much.
Today, when I was bald in class and dancing alone, I realized that the pain of getting cancer lies, perhaps, not in the disease itself but the pain it brings to your interactions with others. You interpret each little disappointment in the light of the disease. I think today, of all days, dancing a dance that was designed to accentuate everything that is right with me and this world, I felt so out of place and so completely in sync with what it is like to have cancer.
But I had fun when I was not dancing alone. I am so glad that Philip is in the class and is always so kind to rotten dancers like me. Today would rank as a complete disaster without him. I love salsa but I hate that it depends so much on partners. I doubt I will ever socially dance because it is painful to feel that you are not enough by yourself. It might be true but I don't like that feeling. Self-reliance is the key to happiness. If you can't have faith in yourself, you can't expect to enjoy life the way it is. Intermediate class leaves me feeling unhappy and feeling inadequate. I hate the feeling. I hate this stream of whiny consciousness. This is SO not making it to the publish button.
Nevertheless, I think the challenge is an interesting exercise in exploring what I am really thinking about...I am recalling the salsa class today. It was fun, but it was not so fun. We didn't have enough partners to rotate in intermediate class today and as a result I was dancing alone for a large portion of a complicated partner-oriented routine. The next time we switched partners, the routine had advanced to include even more moves. I didn't even have the basic moves down yet. And of course, my lack of clarity on what a proper frame means didn't help.
When I first started with the class back in November, Sarah and Sean rotated with the students in class. They somehow stopped rotating earlier this year. So I don't get to dance with them so much. Sometime Sarah dances with me to demonstrate moves to couples nearby but I miss November. I miss that first month of dance. I miss that feeling of floating on clouds. I miss it so much.
Today, when I was bald in class and dancing alone, I realized that the pain of getting cancer lies, perhaps, not in the disease itself but the pain it brings to your interactions with others. You interpret each little disappointment in the light of the disease. I think today, of all days, dancing a dance that was designed to accentuate everything that is right with me and this world, I felt so out of place and so completely in sync with what it is like to have cancer.
But I had fun when I was not dancing alone. I am so glad that Philip is in the class and is always so kind to rotten dancers like me. Today would rank as a complete disaster without him. I love salsa but I hate that it depends so much on partners. I doubt I will ever socially dance because it is painful to feel that you are not enough by yourself. It might be true but I don't like that feeling. Self-reliance is the key to happiness. If you can't have faith in yourself, you can't expect to enjoy life the way it is. Intermediate class leaves me feeling unhappy and feeling inadequate. I hate the feeling. I hate this stream of whiny consciousness. This is SO not making it to the publish button.
I am so glad that you are having fun and learning new music at the same time!
Just Get the Tattoo I get it is a driving force to get down the dance but just go for it...... For some reason I have a feeling that the Tattoo will be your Avatar?