Wednesday, December 6, 2017


The 6 year old Lucia and the 9 year old Juliet have locked into a tableaux and Sofia is left out, so I take her on, and we have more fun by far. First we play wrestle fun time, a game where I try to push Sofia over (onto the bed) and she tries to stay on her feet. She beat me 3 sets, 11/12, 11/4  and 11/8. Next we improvised Heart and Soul on the piano for 10 minutes. And finally we put on this weird Elvis Costello/The Roots mashup record (packaged like a Citylights book) and danced. Or I'm dancing and she's along for the wild flying rollercoaster ride.

Yep yep yep

Monday, November 27, 2017


Want to start up again. In a pushing through the difficulty barrier kind of way. Building strength and body. 40 years in the forest.
Breakdown in class. Abject failure as a teacher.
Taught EB White's "Once more to the lake" and Annie Dillard's "Total Eclipse", both existential breakdown pieces. I read them to myself while the classes slept. Literally. Having my own solipsistic experience.
So to shake off the panic I dance. Only for 3 or 4 songs. Some playlist on Spotify. Tinariwin. Breaking through the cocoon of death.
Time to fight. 40 years. Then die in peace.

Thursday, November 16, 2017


a pastiche of dances

Dancing home from teaching to Louis Armstrong singing the songs of WC Handy, care of Murakami's 1Q84 allusion to the music. And because he just died, to Fats Domino, "I'm walking," (could be the dance walking theme song.) And on my bike, and on the way to pick up the girls. And then to African Spotify playlist. Mother of a first grader in PS 150 walks up behind me and says she needs a little of what I've got. I'm a little embarrassed, but mostly okay. Always caught in that bind in this society.

I was listening to the African music because an African dance performance by Manekadang, "music as language," concurred with my E101 class, so we took a short field trip.

"In Africa music and dance are a way of living." --Maguette Camara, of Manekadang, at LaGuardia Community College. Now I want to move to Senegal. At least in spirit. Dancing all the time, as a way of life, that is the dream.

Here's a strange, but incredible piece of that performance.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017


Reading Murakami's 1Q84 and he has this great passage about Louis Armstrong playing the songs of W.C. Handy so I listened to it on the way home from teaching, feeling great, doing the 1,2,3 pause 4 suffle. Super good. Thinking to myself that I should make how-to YouTube video of how to Dance Walk. If I do it right...working backward here. This is one of my students. Imani. Psychedelic Palm Reading. Indeed. The arch above is at the entrance to the college. First time I'd noticed it, probably because of b&w photo challenge on FB, has me looking around. Anyway, it's sculptural, not structural, and I love how it looks like a harp, and a bridge, both excellent metaphors for education. The Woody Allen was up in the hallway, as were the international flags, also things I haven't noticed before.

Sunday, October 29, 2017


Was in the graveyard on my morning walk dance and had the thought that though life is grand, feel like I'm working at level eight out of 10, that actually my eight probably looks like a two to someone who is really woke. Then this song by The Alabama Shakes came on and seemed to confirm and encourage

Started with the second fats domino record, been listing to him since he died a few days ago. Had no idea he was still alive. His music is interesting, Built more for comfort than speed, less a precursor of rock 'n' roll, and closer to rock steady, reggae in it's spirit