Our bodies, Our minds, ourselves — no difference

About a year and a half ago, I began blues dancing. Like most people of my age and nerdiness, I had traumatic experiences in middle and high school that put me off ever exercising again, ever. I’d rather starve myself to be thin than join a gym and work for it. I took a yoga […]

Does it need to mean something, or can I use my normal Absurdist/Existentialist approach?

I haven’t blogged about the last handful of movement classes I’ve been to, because I can’t seem to consciously hold everything important that I want to talk about in my head for more than a day. This is really unfortunate, because I feel like the class is having a huge effect on my life. I […]

Biomechanics/Movement Class, Day 3: Poetry of Language and Movement

To help test our focus, we’re slowly memorizing parts of this poem: Ulysses (part 1) Alfred, Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and […]