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In my 2008 visit, fanw had pointed me at Five Guys Named Mike swing dance. When I first got here this year, and stayed in Harvard Square, I went. Didn't go back for a while, illness and weather and such, instead going to SCA dance Wednesdays, which is like contra, only they spend longer teaching the moves than dancing them since there's minimal repetition. Monday before last, I went back to swing, and did alright, though my shoes are lose and I got a blister. Sunday I went to a montly contra, which was pretty good. Monday I went to swing again, and ehhh. I had two good lindys, another decent considering I'd taught the girl what she knew, and a bunch of crappy ones, and near the end even an east coast seemed to fail. I wasn't getting the music, or the girls expect different things, or I don't know. And I've long had problems of a well-mastered but very small repertoire of lindy moves, and low confidence in experimenting with random people, and no experience in slow dance music.

But tonight I went to MIT Swing, which has the advantage of being free, and did way better. Lots of good dances, and with some observation, a lot more lindy improvisation, and coping with slower music. So, yay! I wonder if it's better music (though some of those were still weird for me), practice kicking in, or confidence because I was wearing slightly better clothes. Or more interesting ones, at least: anime t-shirt, black shirt over it, and a newly purchased top hat. Not that anyone commented on either hat or T-shirt.


In other news, I may be on my way to learning "Aimo" (short version) and "One Tin Soldier". Billy Bragg's Internationale is still beyond my vocal control, I think.
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Today's productivity: I got #40 of the Buffy season 8 comic. Season over. But there'll be a season 9, back to Buffy dusting vamps in alleys basics! Also, Dawn is evil. In a good way.

Looked at Hellblazer #275. I need to go ask people wtf has been going on.

Also, slept late, much like yesterday, where I didn't even leave the house into really icky weather. After Arisia my body seems to need REM sleep badly enough to actually go back to sleep and get it.

The dog barks. At first to be let out for a quick bathroom break -- very quick yesterday. Later for mysterious reasons of his own. I hate animate beings you can't talk with.

Tonight's productivity: I followed up on Arisia leads and went to SCA Renaissance dance practice. Actually, first to a pre-dance dinner at Mary Chung, which seems to be a rather good Chinese restaurant. Free tea! And good potstickers! Also mildly spicy potstickers, which is a new one to me. Not spicy sauce, but spice inside. They call them Peking ravioli, BTW. Someone wanted to order them, someone else wondered what they were, I guessed they were potstickers based on none of the other appetizers qualifying, and I was right. I didn't predict the spice or being good, though. Other entrees I sampled were also good, though my own Chinese dry sausage special was eh.

Dance itself was fun, though we still have the thing of taking 2-3 times to be taught the dance as to perform it, in contrast to contra which repeats a lot more. I got complimented on how well I was going, which turned into "oh! that explains it" when I mentioned being a contra dancer. Fun people, too. I got the URL of an open gaming thingy this weekend, though it's wargaming. Dance was at MIT, so I've passed the MIT Museum and been on campus. No cell signal in the building. Still haven't seen Kendall station; we walked back most of the way to Central for ice cream or hot chocolate... glad I had someone to gripe about transit with for much of the way, that was kind of a long walk in retrospect.

I'm told MIT has an anime club but one that has kicked out all non-students.

From a family friend with classics background, whom I'd told about my Bronze Age collapse, Gandharan art enthusiam, reconstructions of statue paintings (which you might recall me linking about) and general Greco-Buddhist stuff:

I was going to photocopy that article I mentioned (from Art History,
June 2009 )"The Importance of Colour on Ancient Marble Sculpture" by
Mark Bradley," but it's 25 pages long. It beautifully depicts how
subtle and accomplished this coloring was, not at all the shocking
primary colors, etc.we have been taught
, through modern "re-creations"
on plaster, to picture it. Complicated layering of applied tints by
highly skilled artists that result in breathtakingly translucent facial
complexions, for instance. Bold colors were for sculptures placed high
up or in or otherwise ar a distance that softens them.


Off to an academic art library sometime.

I was shocked to realize I called her on Dec 24, 5 days before I left for Boston, and almost 4 weeks ago. 4 weeks doesn't seem like much compared to the sense of mental distance I've picked up already. Boston busy-ness I guess.
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Back in March 2008, fanw directed me to a swing dance thing in Harvard when I was visiting. I went, and even dragged along a Caltech girl I'd met at an event. Here I am, staying by Harvard. It would have been really stupid not to go, if they were open. And they were, and I did go. Surprisingly big crowd, 65 people I was told. Lots of attractive followers who didn't seem to be undergrads. I got a bunch of good dances in, only feeling with one partnler like I was flubbing it, and got specifically complimented by another partner. I'm not sure what the compliment *was*, something about turning her well and not pulling her arm up? But good. Though with flub-girl I'd also apparently been pulling on her hand too hard, something swing-Christine in Bton has dinged me for. I still don't get what I'm doing wrong, or when, there.

I asked if people did things afterwards, and a few people were going to a nearby bar/pub, and I was invited to tag along. Nothing deep there, some gossip about people I don't know, and talk of swing events I don't know. One of them drives up from Providence, another is a new AI professor in New Hampshire. I had deviled eggs, which I haven't since my parents made them when I was a kid, and they were quite good, though getting 3 half-eggs is odd (where'd the other half go?) and was $3. Tried some Wahusetts blueberry beer. Didn't like it, I'll stick to cider.

I got a T map at Porter Square, and I owe the Red Line a partial apology. The 13 minute headway seems to be for each of the two lines leaving Alewife. For the majority of the line north of the fork, it'd be more like 6.5 minutes on average, somewhat more civilized. I noted commuter rail going down to Providence, which is cool. OTOH, the bus headways are ridiculous, a few half-decent ones but lots of them being every 30, or 60, or 70 minutes. Oddly, some seem longer during the day than at night.

Sunday evening I went to some weekly pub meet of Chris and Mad (the previous party hosts) and friends and other "cool people", I guess. Two from the FSF, and later another free software (not open source) guy, who'd moved from San Francisco in September. I asked about his contrast impressions, and he said the buses here seem more classist. I pointed out that most of San Francisco doesn't have decent trains, and the buses here suck; I got asked why the buses suck. Touché.

Mad had a punch of little magnetic balls from Thinkgeek, very addictive to play with. I'm thinking of getting some to make a replacement bracelet with, since my ID chain broke, since I think they'd work, and be so playable with. Is there a drawback to magnetic jewelry?

There's a lot of swing dancing in the Boston area. Almost none of it is actually in Boston: Cambridge, Somerville, Charlestown, Arlington, Brookline, Medford. I feel like I meant to move to San Francisco but ended up in Berkeley. There's even a body of water in between. OTOH, it's a lot cheaper and faster to get across.

I seem to be the only person in the world moving to Massachusetts for the health insurance. o_O I mentioned it tonight, and got "yeah, you have to get insurance." "But they have to give it to you!" "It's expensive." "But you can get it, at standard rates!" "I guess."

Last night I walked past Porter to Davis Square, and back, to shop at Shaw's supermarket ("Shas" in someone's accent.) Passed more food places, though organic and expensive. Various restaurants and things, though no density comparable to Harvard Square. Took the T back after shopping. I realize I haven't actually been back in Boston itself yet, just up here, or bussed over to Brookline.

Swing

2007-09-17 22:37
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Good: a new girl saying "You're a very good leader, I don't feel like I'm on my second lesson."
Bad: that doesn't happen all the time.
Mixed: doing lindy fairly well with an experienced girl, who manages to act very very distant. Makes me wonder about that body odor article.

What's really bad is when a dance with an experienced girl just falls apart, but that didn't happen tonight. Actually catching the rhythm in the music is still the riskiest part for me.

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