Another day of African I, another day of me getting my butt kicked. But I'm having so much fun. And I think that's the point. Translation of movement into our own bodies, with us each putting our own spin on it. I love this class, because it's like our bodies are in constant conversation. And although we all stumble over words and are constantly stammering and mumbling instead of speaking in a loud voice, we're slowly learning the language in our own accents.
As far as my Dance Composition class goes, I'm going to start to videotape my exercises for class. That way, I can keep record of the constant choreography I'm making up, and you can see that I'm actually doing something.
As soon as I get to a computer with sound, I'll upload the song that popped into my head today as I was walking from class: Big Chief by Professor Longhair. Yes, New Orleans runs deep in my blood, especially as we get closer to Mardi Gras.
By the way: chúc mừng năm mới! (Happy Tet:Vietnamese Lunar New Year).
-be.blessed, as always.
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