Dance Steps: One, Two, Three or Fast, Fast, Slow?

Driving home from what was once my job, (retail was the best thing that I have ever done with my life, nothing will be quite as rewarding) I always noticed one lady/girl/female (I don’t know what I’d call her.). She was always standing on the side of the road, where I believe there is a bus stop, but I’ve never actually proven that. She stood there, and as I drove by her, she would move her legs in a very European way. A way that shouted ‘Somewhere in Europe!’, but I could never hear her legs shout exactly where in Europe. Possibly the Ukraine. She did remind me of perogies when I first saw her.
I drove by her numerous times, and each time, her legs dipped in the same way, with one toe tapping while bent behind the other. The front foot slightly sliding in the snow, knees bent, hands in her pockets. Just like Europe. Somewhere.

Then I walked by her just outside of the bar across the street. She was headed to her dancing post, I was leaving the fabled burger time. She caught me off guard. I always figured she worked at the Walmart or at some weird old lady clothing store in the mall. But she was coming from a direction opposite the mall. She probably sold cute pet clothes at the weird cat lady store in the strip mall across from the mall. Wherever she worked, she had ample opportunity for dancing, and her work schedule didn’t interfere.

To do something, you have to be something. To dance, you have to be a dancer. To write, you have to be a writer. To engineer, you have to be an engineer (that word is both a verb and a noun). To read, you have to be a reader. You can’t just be a well rounded individual, who does everything free from the title. Or you can’t be a very focused individual without a title. You are what you do. If you cook, you’re a cook (another instance). If you compute, you are a computer. You can’t be nothing. You have to be a dancer. That is my calling. Just call me a dancer.

Lyric of the Month: January 2009

Since they have been popping up more and more lately, I decided that this will in fact be a monthly occurrence. The words of music have been hitting me harder and harder with each listen. Maybe it was because I listened to the same 20GB of music eight hours a day for seven months, I had no choice but to get more out of them. Or maybe it’s because I’m growing up.
Here’s the chorus, if you are too lazy to read the entire song, at least read this.

“Life appears weightless,
For everyone but me.
This world grows heavier everyday.
Growing old before my time
Nobody cares, never mind”

Now that’s punk rock.

Good Riddance – Symptoms of a Leveling Spirit – Yesterday’s Headlines

Running short on imagination
Still we waste it all on words
Spoken without the benefit of our minds

The candle burns, the edges framed
Our best intentions waste away
And everybody loves the things we’ve done and on, and on, and on

Life appears weightless
For everyone but me
This world grows heavier everyday
Growin’ old before my time
Nobody cares, never mind

We all prey on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all
These days there’s nothing we can trust
The dreams we made, we’ve seen them fade
Trampled by our sad parade
Yet we’re so pleased with what we’ve done, and on, and on, and I’m done

The mind breaks down when it dies
Our machine’s doubled in size
To orchestrate the grand collapse
I see us all trapped in its path
There was a time we were unbound
As if we’d never hit the ground
But just like rain we can’t keep from fallin’