I have yet to decide whether I love or loathe facebook. There are some things that should just be left in the past. In the absence of internet networking, the natural progression of modern human relationships allows us to leave our puppy loves, our one night stands, our unpleasant ex-boyfriends, the annoying popular girl from high school in the past. Not so with facebook and MySpace. In our Web2.0 world I take those puppy loves and those one (or two, or more) night stands and I send them friend requests. God knows why.
Anyhow, this is what I've been to on repeat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VB9vqCIviMk&feature=related
I wish all dance music was this good.
I was alone in the teacher's lounge today making copies and I heard this in my head from the one time that I heard it on the radio and I felt my heart swell from desire to dance or move or do... something! I must go dancing this weekend. It's strange that I almost get the sensation of being in love (or limerence?) when I think about it. I can't decide whether that lifts up dancing, or puts down love in my specter of feelings. I felt that at my Irish dance class on Tuesday too, that inability to contain your feelings. I get these tense inner tremors, my heart rate goes up and my mouth spreads into a manic smile. The more restrictions I have in my environment at that moment (such as being at work and not being able to move freely to release this pent up energy in some way) the harder it is for me to compose my face and mannerisms. This is why listening to music in the deceptive privacy of my car is probably one of my favorite places to be in the world.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Ahhhh rena, I found my way to your blog! Hey thanks for reading it through. I probably only would have made it through two paragraphs.
You're a good writer and an entertaining read...glad your dance class went well. Hope to see you this weekend ;)
Post a Comment