I ran across this on Tango-L...
>The tango trance.
>
>Seek it, and it will elude you.
>Talk about it in too much detail.
>and it will haunt you evily.
>Live for it, and you will die many deaths
>
>Treasure it, but don't hold onto it.
>Dance with love and freedom.
>and it will embrace you.
>Be vulnerable, and feel it's power.
>
>Dan Boccia
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Ms. Studio Wellspring
She blogs about design related stuff...it's a good blog...and she dances tango, too.
Check it out.
http://studiowellspring.blogspot.com/
P.S. and she has nice dimples, too...
P.S. and she found these...memory "sticks"...I just love it...memory sticks....whodathunk?
Check it out.
http://studiowellspring.blogspot.com/
P.S. and she has nice dimples, too...
P.S. and she found these...memory "sticks"...I just love it...memory sticks....whodathunk?
Houston Tango Festival :: Live Milonga Cams
Okay, I am still really bummed that I am not there right now. Dagnabbit! Suckage!
Since we no longer have "Mr. Tango/Milonga/Festival Reporterman" to give us play by play festival reports, (and video) I will throw out the idea to mount live web cams high in the corners of the room. So we can all watch the action, and dance tango vicariously/virtually, through the miracle of modern technology.
I'm not serious about this, but the thought did occur to me.
Since we no longer have "Mr. Tango/Milonga/Festival Reporterman" to give us play by play festival reports, (and video) I will throw out the idea to mount live web cams high in the corners of the room. So we can all watch the action, and dance tango vicariously/virtually, through the miracle of modern technology.
I'm not serious about this, but the thought did occur to me.
Tango Quotes
[Photo by me...Alex Long Photography..."Heather & Lee"...at Aspen's Holiday Milonga in 2006]
Someone who hit my blog recently did a Google search, entering the words "tango quotes". There should be a repository of good tango quotes, and perhaps I will attempt to do it here.
I was just reading Ms. Heartbreak Tango's blog...and she said this in one of her posts...
"Tango can save your life, and it will break your heart." [Credit - Ms. Heartbreak Tango]
Here is one she found on Ms. Nuit's blog...La Nuit Blanche (who we all sorely miss by the way...she hasn't blogged in a long, long time....hopefully she is dancing (and working) up a storm...)
"I have tasted a lover's tears on my lips. But I have never felt his eyeballs moving inside their sockets." [Ms. Nuit of La Nuit Blanche - found by Ms. Heartbreak Tango]
Here are a few that I have collected...
“The tango can be debated, and we have debates over it,
but it still encloses, as does all that which is truthful, a secret.” [Jorge Luis Borges]
There is the now cliche'd one from the film "The Tango Lesson", Sally Potter asks Pablo Veron “How did you choose the tango?”, and he replies “I didn’t. The tango chose me.” So we now often hear the saying…”You don’t choose tango, tango chooses you…” [I suppose credit goes to Sally Potter, who I assume wrote the screenplay.]
Tango Trance: “The state of being so completely immersed in the music, and so profoundly connected to your partner, that movement flows from within the partnership, uninhibited by conscious thought.” [Dan Boccia of www.TangoTrance.com, Anchorage, Alaska]
>The tango trance.
>
>Seek it, and it will elude you.
>Talk about it in too much detail.
>and it will haunt you evily.
>Live for it, and you will die many deaths
>
>Treasure it, but don't hold onto it.
>Dance with love and freedom.
>and it will embrace you.
>Be vulnerable, and feel it's power.
>
>Dan Boccia
“The follower feels the first half of the sentence [from my lead], and then she completes the second half of the sentence...” [Murat Erdemsel]
“Surrender Tango [a documentary], delves into the mystery of the tango connection--why sometimes you lose yourself in your partner's arms and other times three minutes seems like three hours. This thirty-minute film goes beyond tango as a dance to tango as a metaphor for relationships. The rules and roles of tango partnering reveal how giving space actually creates more intimacy. The film breaks down various aspects of the dance to see how a good embrace is about sharing; the lead is about clarity and commitment; the follow is about sensitivity and surrender. But surrender requires that the dancers be centered and independent of each other before they can truly give themselves to each other. Sensuality is the fusion that adds tension and excitement to the dance and music is the glue that holds the couple together.” [Film Commentary about the documentary film “Surrender Tango” – produced and directed by Tango dancer Marcia Rock]
A famous quote attributed to Enrique Santos Discepolo, a poet, journalist and philosopher, "Tango is a sad thought that is danced."
I will do my best to keep compiling a list...send me your favorites...or point me to them...
More...
Movement never lies.
~ Martha Graham
Dancers are the athletes of God.
~Albert Einstein
A day I don't dance is a day I don't live.
~ Anonymous Tunisian dancer
Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
~ Constanze
Only the wise can dance the rhythm of life.
~ Unknown
Nothing is more revealing than movement.
~ Martha Graham
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
~ Samuel Beckett
Dancing is a relatively safe form of intoxication.
~ from Copeland & Cohen
Don't dance for the audience; dance for yourself.
~ Bob Fosse
Dance is not something to talk about. Dance is to dance.
~ Peter Saint James
Everyday I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.
~ Nitzsche
We're fools whether we dance or not, so might as well dance.
~Japanese Proverb
There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them.
~ Vicki Baum
Will you, won'te you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
~ Lewis Caroll
It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.
~ Epictetus
"She may be horizontally desireable in life, but she's vertically challenging in tango..."
"I believe that Tango has the potential to bring out the best in each of us, at least while in the embrace. We surrender our egos; leave prickly personality traits at the table; and cease to be CEOs, taxi drivers, engineers, unemployed. We replace all our externals with a purity of spirit, a generosity of kindness, splendid caring. And when these elements flow freely between partners, it is...the joy." (Johanna)
"I come to tango to relax - the music carries me and makes a dance for me. With other music, I have to make a dance myself" [a professional dancer]
There is no open or close embrace, there is only tango...
"Life is like Tango... sad, sensual, sexy, violent and quiet."
"Other music exists to heal wounds; but the tango when sung and played is for the purpose of opening them, for the purpose of sticking you finger in the wound and to tear them until they bleed."
"Tango is not a dance, it's a feeling. And how do you teach a feeling?"
"We dance tango because we have secrets." :: Marilyn Cole Lownes
"Great dancers are not great because of their technique; they are great because of their passion." :: Martha Graham 1894-1919, Dancer, Teacher and Choreographer
"The music goes in my ears, is filtered through my heart, and comes out through my feet." [El Flaco Dany Garcia]
"Students must obligate their teachers to continue learning - the teachers must continue to learn." [Dana Frigoli and Pablo Villarraza
"Please, just for me, forget the steps...hold me, feel the music, and give me your soul. Then I can give you mine." [Sallycat]
"Salon tango is like having sex with someone you love, nuevo tango is like having sex with a pornographic athlete."
Suzy Vegas [www.lasttangoinbuenosaires.com]
You don't *do* boleos. Boleos happen." [Limerick Tango]
"It's not so much that he led me, but more like he willed my movements..." [a woman talking about dancing with Pablo Veron]
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Milonga Last Night
DSC_0495a.jpg
Originally uploaded by ianono
this is a photo by "ianono" on flickr...but it perfectly captures a milonga feeling...
i didn't pull out my camera last night...but regretted it afterwards....there was live music....a bandoneon and keyboard....great music to dance to....great floor...new people to dance with....although a few of them "hung" on me too much...too much pressure on my left hand...i should have said something i suppose...
my back was beginning to bother me because of it....so i pulled the roberto disappearing act...and snuck out at 1130...but i had been dancing since 730....4 hours was enough...
back to write more...i know i have a tendency to be a man of few words...and i am hesitant to write about those i dance with...hmmm...
there was to be a beginner and then an intermediate class before the milonga...but no one showed for the beginner class...so i danced the hour away with an experienced follower...nice warm up...(i like to check out instructors...and their teaching form/style/content/context/etc...so that's what i was doing at a beginner class...)
for the intermediate class, more people showed up...but the class ended up not being very organized...kinda dis-integrated...i ended up teaching a young woman and her partner...she was a salsa dancer...with killer comme il faut's...brand new and shiny...and she wanted to skip past all the basic stuff and have me teach her boleos...i taught her the basics...posture...walk...balance...axis...weight transfer...pivoting...heel up...committing to a step/foot...extension...ochos....la cruzada...she did very well...and i relented in the end and showed her a simple boleo...
then later during the milonga i noticed her and her partner out on the dance floor...they couldn't walk...but by god she could do boleos...luckily the dance floor was fairly open...i warned her about that...that we rarely lead boleos in a social setting...because of the danger of impaling someone with a heel...
it's nice to see the young'uns interested in tango...perhaps it is beginning to be "cool"...
lastly...as much as i enjoyed experiencing a new milonga...dancing with new folks...i found myself missing my friends...and thinking about the houston tango festival...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Milonga (con traspie) :: Detlef Engel & Melina Sedo
First, a milonga to Canaro's "Milonga Sentimental"...
Then, a milonga to Edgardo Donato's "Ella Es Asi" at "PorteƱo y Bailarin" in Buenos Aires. I happened to be there on this night with a small group from Aspen. Forgive me if I have posted this in the past...
It just doesn't get any better than this.
Then, a milonga to Edgardo Donato's "Ella Es Asi" at "PorteƱo y Bailarin" in Buenos Aires. I happened to be there on this night with a small group from Aspen. Forgive me if I have posted this in the past...
It just doesn't get any better than this.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Houston Tango Fest :: This Weekend!
See my comments below the photo...

Do you hear that "great big sucking noise"? (Remember, Ross Perot made this phrase famous - about the federal deficit.) Anyway, it's the major suckage that I can't go to the Houston Tango Fest this weekend.
I cannot express with enough displeasure how much I wanted to go - the words I have in my head, on the tip of my tongue, were they to spill onto this virtual page - would not be words I would want my lady friends to hear me speak...write.
Except this one...
Gol-darnit!
Or maybe this one...
Dag-nabbit!
Yup, I am more of a "dag-nabbit" kinda guy.
The reason I can't go is that my life calls...my life as a capitalist...calling me to go make money...
Doesn't it just SUCK when "life" gets in the way of tango?
P.S. I do plan to dance this weekend...but just not in Houston...another time...another year...
P.P.S. I do have a handful of friends now in Houston...who I hope to see soon...have fun! I will be thinking of you!
Do you hear that "great big sucking noise"? (Remember, Ross Perot made this phrase famous - about the federal deficit.) Anyway, it's the major suckage that I can't go to the Houston Tango Fest this weekend.
I cannot express with enough displeasure how much I wanted to go - the words I have in my head, on the tip of my tongue, were they to spill onto this virtual page - would not be words I would want my lady friends to hear me speak...write.
Except this one...
Gol-darnit!
Or maybe this one...
Dag-nabbit!
Yup, I am more of a "dag-nabbit" kinda guy.
The reason I can't go is that my life calls...my life as a capitalist...calling me to go make money...
Doesn't it just SUCK when "life" gets in the way of tango?
P.S. I do plan to dance this weekend...but just not in Houston...another time...another year...
P.P.S. I do have a handful of friends now in Houston...who I hope to see soon...have fun! I will be thinking of you!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Tag::Seven random things about me
Sorry folks...I rolled into Austin and promptly was set upon by the "I-10 Revenge" (think Montezuma's revenge)...I told a friend the first day that it felt like someone "took an eggbeater to the inside of my stomach"...let's just suffice it to say the past four days have been the absolute worst gastrointestinal event of my lifetime...that said...
Here are the rules: Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog: Share seven random and/or weird things about yourself. Tag seven people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. Here goes:
I was tagged by:
Danzarin
Reality Pivots
Johanna's Tangri-La
still looking for one or two others...
One::
I once had a dream (more like a fleeting thought) about being an Olympic speed skater (I have the legs for it) and then it was an Olympic C-1 paddler. My passion, many years ago, was whitewater kayaking. The culmination of my kayaking "career" was paddling the Chattooga River in Georgia - a National Wild and Scenic River - made famous by the movie "Deliverance". As I recall, it's solid Class 4/5 whitewater.

Two::
I sincerely believe that I was a mountain man/trapper (like Jim Bridger, Jedediah Smith and those dudes) in a previous "incarnation"...here's the story...the summer after high school, I did a month long mountaineering course at the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) in the Wind River Range in Wyoming...at the end of the trip, we were picked up at Green River Lakes by a bus for the long ride back to Lander, on the other side of the range...we were driving past this one area...where I got this overwhelming feeling...it was almost like I could see the tipis...the indians...the mountain men...the horses...the dogs...the smoke from campfires...all coalesced into a rendevous (mountain men, indians and merchants trading)...it was like I was there...as we crossed the creek, I noticed it was named "Horse Creek"...when I got to Lander I wandered into a book store, picked up a book on mountain men (I had already been reading everything I could get my hands on for the past several years...)...thumbed through the pages...and stopped on a map/plate showing the location of the very last rendevous ever held by the mountain men...it was in 1840 at Horse Creek on the Green River...after that, the mountain man's way of life began to die out...as demand for beaver pelts waned...it was a really eerie feeling at the time...
Three::
I'm allergic to penicillin...my allergic reaction when I was 6 yrs old consisted of severe dizziness and seeing everything in black and white negative...freaky...
Four::
My first job was when I was 11 or 12 years old...was working as the "attendant" at a driving range (golf)...I got fired on my first day...I was too young to drive the ballpickeruppermachinethingamajigtractor...so I was shagging the golf balls manually...and some kids went into the little shack and stole some candy bars while I was out on the range..."you're fired!"...
Five::
I once choked on a large chunk of bacon in a breakfast taco...while driving down the road...actually inhaled it partially...I thought to myself, "this is it, this is how I am going to die"...but then involuntarily heimlich'd myself by throwing my body over the center console (and choughing and choking the offending chunk free) as I skidded to a stop in the middle of an intersection...cheating death...
Six::
When I was 16 years old...a sophomore in high school...I had a year long affair with a 24 year old nymphomaniac...I just found out last year why it ended...my mom found out about it and ran her off...
Seven::
I can think about someone I have not seen or heard from in a long time...and within hours, (sometimes minutes) I will run into them...or they will call or email me...this happens to me a lot...
I will figure out and add the tags and other stuff later...
Here are the rules: Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog: Share seven random and/or weird things about yourself. Tag seven people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. Here goes:
I was tagged by:
Danzarin
Reality Pivots
Johanna's Tangri-La
still looking for one or two others...
One::
I once had a dream (more like a fleeting thought) about being an Olympic speed skater (I have the legs for it) and then it was an Olympic C-1 paddler. My passion, many years ago, was whitewater kayaking. The culmination of my kayaking "career" was paddling the Chattooga River in Georgia - a National Wild and Scenic River - made famous by the movie "Deliverance". As I recall, it's solid Class 4/5 whitewater.
Two::
I sincerely believe that I was a mountain man/trapper (like Jim Bridger, Jedediah Smith and those dudes) in a previous "incarnation"...here's the story...the summer after high school, I did a month long mountaineering course at the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) in the Wind River Range in Wyoming...at the end of the trip, we were picked up at Green River Lakes by a bus for the long ride back to Lander, on the other side of the range...we were driving past this one area...where I got this overwhelming feeling...it was almost like I could see the tipis...the indians...the mountain men...the horses...the dogs...the smoke from campfires...all coalesced into a rendevous (mountain men, indians and merchants trading)...it was like I was there...as we crossed the creek, I noticed it was named "Horse Creek"...when I got to Lander I wandered into a book store, picked up a book on mountain men (I had already been reading everything I could get my hands on for the past several years...)...thumbed through the pages...and stopped on a map/plate showing the location of the very last rendevous ever held by the mountain men...it was in 1840 at Horse Creek on the Green River...after that, the mountain man's way of life began to die out...as demand for beaver pelts waned...it was a really eerie feeling at the time...
Three::
I'm allergic to penicillin...my allergic reaction when I was 6 yrs old consisted of severe dizziness and seeing everything in black and white negative...freaky...
Four::
My first job was when I was 11 or 12 years old...was working as the "attendant" at a driving range (golf)...I got fired on my first day...I was too young to drive the ballpickeruppermachinethingamajigtractor...so I was shagging the golf balls manually...and some kids went into the little shack and stole some candy bars while I was out on the range..."you're fired!"...
Five::
I once choked on a large chunk of bacon in a breakfast taco...while driving down the road...actually inhaled it partially...I thought to myself, "this is it, this is how I am going to die"...but then involuntarily heimlich'd myself by throwing my body over the center console (and choughing and choking the offending chunk free) as I skidded to a stop in the middle of an intersection...cheating death...
Six::
When I was 16 years old...a sophomore in high school...I had a year long affair with a 24 year old nymphomaniac...I just found out last year why it ended...my mom found out about it and ran her off...
Seven::
I can think about someone I have not seen or heard from in a long time...and within hours, (sometimes minutes) I will run into them...or they will call or email me...this happens to me a lot...
I will figure out and add the tags and other stuff later...
I made it...
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Greetings from sunny Phoenix...
Monument Valley at 50mph
Here are a couple of shots I took in Monument Valley (Arizona) yesterday...driving 50-60 miles per hour...pulling a trailer weighing around 4000 lbs....rolling the windows down as needed... for shots out my window I brace the camera (Nikon D-200 with battery grip) on my shoulder...for shots out the passenger window, these are a bit more difficult...stiff armed...arm extended...sometimes steering with my left knee...the trailer only fishtailed once...I never stopped or slowed down...due to time constraints...that's what makes the photos more interesting for me...
Also, you will note that these are very atypical Monument Valley photos...
More on my brief run through the Navajo Nation in another post....
Enjoy....





Also, you will note that these are very atypical Monument Valley photos...
More on my brief run through the Navajo Nation in another post....
Enjoy....
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