Late last night, since my roomate is back, I put some music on a dokey and danced in the livingroom. Shai helped me get set up, and stuck around for awhile to see my progress. He gave me some good tips and helped me to understand some of the Arabic and Moroccan in the songs, as well as the “tone” of some of them.
He also gave me some important feedback as to which moves have become “visible” for me already, and which ones I still have some fat to lose for. Lower abdominal movements are apparent now, but the upper ones are still too subtle.
Afterwards, he not so subtly sent me to the shower. That’s one thing I suppose I’m going to have to deal with dancing in front of people. I need to find some serious deodorant. The natural stuff isn’t doing the job after some time of moving like you mean it.
Another bit of important information from him was about breathing. He said that it’ll help me to move more gracefully if I regulate my breathing better while dancing. Sometimes I focus too much on getting a movement right that I forget to breathe.
It was nice to have him there. I’m considering buying him a darbuka.
Later, Cuz called to apologize for being drunk and disorderly, and causing me to break my bed. He’s offered to buy me a new one, but I’m not making any deals with the devil…not that he’s such a devil, but his situation is evil. Unless he frees himself, I can’t allow him to do things for me.
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