New cupcake post here.

blindsided

I almost used the word "community" today, in a positive sense. As in "dance community." Gasp! But don't worry, I saw it coming and headed it off before it could hurt me, or any of you.

I took a dance class today. Usually when I take a class (about twice a year) I don't know anyone, go figure. But today I knew three people also taking class. First I ran into a friend of a friend who I just saw dance in a showing last week and really enjoyed watching. She has an awkward body that she uses well. I said hello, out of character I know. Then the person taking payment was another friend of a friend I met at the same showing. Then when I was warming up on the floor before class someone came over and poked me. I turned around and it was a girl I was an intern with at DTW. I haven't seen her for probably almost a year and it took me a second to recognize her. (She'd also dramatically changed her hair, so I didn't feel too bad.) Then we all took class together. What a lovely feeling that was. And I almost thought that might be what it feels like to be part of a community. And then I thought, it actually just feels more like college.

plum

gone.

Last night at a birthday party for MNS some of the other attendees let me know just what they thought of my cupcake posts. Here's a range of what was said:

"I'd like to see more non-cupcake related posts."
"Now your blog is even more boring."
"I stopped reading your blog."
"Now I hate your blog so much I want to stab your eyes and let you bleed to death then poison everyone close to you."

Geez. I understand the subtext, okay? But I won't be bullied by peer pressure so here are our latest two bakeries listed in succession!

Ha ha, just kidding. I know you hate me so I'm giving in. I'm moving all the cupcake posts over to their own blog here. So you can now totally ignore that blog if you think predictable graphs with uninspired formatting is boring. God, who are you? Yeesh.

well we thought it was funny

ipj and Isaac and lying on the couch. Isaac lies his head on ipj's chest (in a non-desperate platonic way):

ipj: Ugh, get your hair out of my face.
Isaac: Get your love into my face!

again

I'm sick, which I suppose is payback since I've been walking around all my sick friends feeling pretty proud of myself and how well my body's been feeling lately. It hit me pretty hard Monday evening and I spent all day Tuesday either in bed or drinking some concoction of lemon, apple and pear juice with juiced garlic and ginger. Mmm, doesn't that sound tasty? I've read in a couple of places that a fever is your body's way of fighting disease since it supposedly makes your body an uninhabitable environment for germies and that taking fever reducers can actually prolong your illness. So I thought I'd try this cold med free. Which I was doing pretty well on until I had to go teach one client Pilates at 6:30 last night. I took 3 ibuprofen just to get out of the house. I felt okay (so to speak) until I started teaching then immediately broke out in a horrible sweat I hoped my client didn't notice.

So being sick has once again given me transparent (but nonetheless upsetting and confusing) dreams. Last night I couldn't fall asleep until around 11PM and for the whole night (all of 6 hours, I had to get up at 5 to come out to DUMBO) I kept dreaming that time and space was being compressed and that it didn't matter when I went to sleep or what I was feeling since all time was irrelevant and I could access any amount of time I wanted at any time I wanted. Basically, in the dream world I was in (which kept horribly morphing into the real world every time I woke up) everything that could happen already had happened and all you had to do was access the particular event you were looking for. For instance, I kept thinking that I didn't really need to sleep anymore because all the sleep I was ever going to have had already happened, therefore if I felt tired I would just need to access some time that I had slept. God, that was awful. Now, at first glance no, this dream doesn't seem to be particularly transparent, until you look at what I did yesterday. Right before I went to bed I watched the second disk of Basilisk, this new anime I love that's all about these warring clans that their leaders are trying to bring together as one. AND I just started using my brand new masticating juicer (like, 5 times yesterday), which grinds up whatever you're juicing and slowly presses out the pulp in this concentrated, mashed mass.

So:
warring clans merging + masticating juicer + anime monsters = bad dreams resulting in little sleep

And you know what else sucks about being sick? New York is fucking loud! And there's no one here to take care of you. Wait, maybe that's just what sucks about being single.

I can't stop

Seriously. I'm sorry. I just love these so much. This song still pops in my head, quite a bit actually. If I ever start teaching group classes I'm going to find a way to use this.

holy schmoses

That previous clip of Sesame Street had me strolling down nostalgia street so I went hunting for a few more. I almost shit my pants when I saw these. I completely remember all three of these videos from my childhood.






Recognize the composer? It's Philip Glass. I thought I was first introduced to minimalist music through my sister when I was in high school but no, I was much much younger (though she still gets props for giving me my first hearing of Steve Reich). I am continually amazed at what an influence Sesame Street had on my being, who I was as a child and now who I am as an adult. Seriously, puppets and music and the love of simple things and the fostering of deep imagination. It's incredible. It's too bad I don't see the same thing in today's Sesame Street. It makes me sad. But appreciative that I got to experience something so amazing and influential.

more grammar woes

This pretty much encapsulates my experience this morning. Except for there was less singing and dancing and camaraderie and more yelling, arguing and idiocy. And there were definitely no puppets. But still. My favorite part is right around -1:18, with Kermit's line. That's just the worst feeling.


When I was in school (probably college but maybe high school) I often used the word especially in my papers. I still use it. I have a pretty limited vocabulary, um, limited to words such as: especially, pretty, quite, realized, suddenly, particularly, stupid, assfuck. That's almost my whole lexicon right there. Anyway, whenever I would do a spell/grammar check on my papers the little prompt box would always ask me if I meant specially instead of especially. Well, uh, I don't think so. But maybe. How do I know what I meant? I was pretty trusting of W*rd's prompt box but not for that. I would keep it especially but my confidence in my sentence structure and grammatical abilities began to wane. Mostly just concerning adverbs though. Of course I don't think I ever researched either word to see which one was right. That little prompt box just questioned me enough to force me to question myself. Until now. Stupid M*cr*s*ft, what are you trying to do to me?! I've been right the whole time. Was it a conspiracy by M*cr*s*ft to make me get lower grades due to improper grammar? Did the programmer specially design the system to question the word especially because he had a secret vendetta? I don't know, but it gave me a complex.