Archive for November, 2011

At least that is what mom used to say. I am so clumsy. But I love to dance. It’s not a pretty sight, I’m telling you. In my mind I’m a gazelle, pirouetting and spreading the awesome with the utmost elegance. Perhaps like this:

graceful dancing

But in reality, I make goofy faces and have such an awkward and disjointed spastisity going on, that you’d feel quite sorry for me and perhaps reach to dial 911, but realize that I’m ok, just stare in abject disbelief that one could look so wrong but feel so right. It’s not quite this bad, but close.

Elaine dancing

Someone else apparently has this same problem. They asked yahoo to help. I always have ‘felt the song’ inside. I’m very musically inclined. And I was once complemented on the amazing arches of my feet. “They were MADE for ballet.” Really? I would so love to prove that true. See example of supreme arch below. Ignore lack of pedicure.

Are you impressed? Well, I really don’t know how impressive it is. I was inspired to write this post on dancing because I felt like twirling today and got a laugh. It was fun. There was an empty space, I felt glee, and I twirled.

At least I didn’t trip. Did I mention I’m clumsy? Yeah. This is the girl who had an imprint from the spout of a soda can, on her forehead. I hurt myself in the weirdest ways, always accidentally.

You ever have bruising you can’t explain? I do. I don’t even remember hitting something. But that’s ok. They heal. Eventually.

I want to illustrate the futility of certain things. There is a course in which the assignment far differs from the subject being studied. To protect myself, I will use an analogy with a different subject. But trust me, the example will give justice to the true event. Let’s say you are studying literature. That is appropriate for an author’s blog. And in doing so you are on a section about the history of literature. Long way back to the beginning of literacy, you are required to answer questions related to the topic at hand. But instead of discussing man’s enlightenment, you have a four part question about ink. How was it created and made and what were it’s possible uses. What is its impact on literature and is it relevant today. Is there an ink factory I’m modern times? Granted,this example almost makes sense but the real event was further removed from logic. The real question was more historical and had nothing to do with the subject. So I have to make an educated and creative guess that it iS possible that the ink was first created from mineral extract decocted after the person with the strongest teeth I’m the village chewed up rocks and spit them out. Of course a few days of that would see him losing his title. I was so frustrated last night when working on the assignment. It seemed quite ludicrous to discuss something that might normally fascinate me. I do like history. But it was NOT a history class. The questions weren’t even the history of that subject. It was more like this literature thing happened at this time. Now write a treatise on something else nonliterary related that was also in this time. The assignment was completed and I finally got to bed around 1am. Bit I gotta tell you,I am one very tired history student. What chapped your hide lately?