All has been quiet on the homefront, with good reason! I’ve started up a new Combinations & Choreography class on Tuesday evenings from 8:30-9:30. The class will focus on creating and adapting fresh combinations, stylizations, and moves into one’s vocabulary. We focus on techniques found in other dance forms (such as ballet, jazz, hip-hop, modern, and ballroom) that will allow you to explore and heighten your personal style while improving technique in bellydance vocabulary. It’s appropriate for all levels and is only $9 for a single class or $40 for a five-class card.
In addition to that, I’ve been lining up photoshoots with some of the most talented photographers Chicago has to offer. I currently have the set I did with Chris Nightengale, but you can look forward to more sets from Ipaghost and Revealed Boudoir within the month! As always, if you like what you see, I highly recommend booking with the photographers I use! Most of them are available for live entertainment events, studio sessions, and special occasions.
Below you can take a peek at the shoot I did with Chris Nightengale.
The BP oil spill fiasco makes me want to put my head through a desk. Time for a revolution. Let’s stop big business from literally getting away with murder. Let’s make our government work for us instead of favoring major corporations. Let’s have a planet to live on in 20 years. This is getting out of control, and our apathy is aiding and abetting a grim situation.
I am not prone to a feeling of hopelessness very often, but my cynicism regarding the innate goodness of humanity is on overdrive. There is an acquiescence, an utter disregard for anything but gazing at one’s own navel, a willing and enthusiastic ignorance running rampant like a disease in our society. You really want to be a self-centered fuck-wad? Take care of the earth so you can continue having a privileged existence. As much as I love “Mad Max”, that’s not the type of world in which I care to live. I like the internet, ice cream, and knowing, like, totally for sure that I won’t be stabbed in the neck while I sleep way too much to want to live in a post-apocalyptic world. You think I’m being melodramatic? We aren’t that far-gone yet? Well, maybe not yet, but…
Oil-soaked shore.
Dead Bird Floating in Oil
Let's go swimming!
Welcome to the Thunderdome, bitch.
It’s getting pretty fucking bad, and a lot of it is our fault. Yes, the earth moves in cycles. Yes, we would have experienced an ice-age or epic draught sooner or later as a way of the earth cleansing itself. These things are sure to happen, but we’re prepping a step-ladder to our own demise.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe, no matter what we do, we’re screwed because the sun is going to die and take all of us with it. Black holes do seem about as inevitable as an ice age…or those sores coming back…but do you really want to live in a shit-hole until it’s time for us all to go? I mean, just because we’re moving out in a few centuries doesn’t mean we should trash the place.
