Friday, April 25, 2008

Hi, my name is Alex, and I have a foot fetish....

Tango foot fetish

Holy shit...

Click here or on the photo for the large version...

Ever since taking up tango...and it just get worse and worse as time passes...shoes, feet, calves, legs, smooth skin, little fuzzy blond hairs glinting in the sunlight...it all pretty much fucks me up in the head...

On The Fedora

Fedora, After the Flood :: by Sean Duggan [f1.4] on Flickr
Photo by Sean Duggan [f1.4] on Flickr

I'm not a good enough dancer to wear a fedora yet. I can't wait until that day. You have to reach a certain point in your tango life, then when you put it on, you will instantly be an even better dancer. The fluidity, grace, economy of motion that have eluded you will come down from the tango heavens and infuse you, infuse your dance, with magical tango powers. Musicality will be gifted and heaped upon you. Your connection and embrace will be sought after by hordes of women far and wide. You will get a smug sense of satisfaction at the lamentations of the women begging you to dance with them. Your gentlemanly arrogant demeanor will be solidified. You will become latin. Your penis will be bigger.

This is a joke. My twisted sense of humor.

The fedora is to tango as clown shoes are to, well, shoes I guess. Apparently, the fedora came about in the early part of the 20th century, along with the cravat tied around the neck. It was worn by the compadrito and the dandy.

Thankfully, not many leaders wear fedoras. If the fedora was a big part of tango, I doubt I would even be dancing tango right now, that's how strongly I feel about it. I have only seen a few leaders ever wear them, and it's what I would expect from these leaders - their lead is bad.

They don't get it. They don't get tango. They don't get the lead.

In a way, I don't want to influence these guys to "not" wear a fedora. It's like a big red flag to followers. It's also a big red flag for leaders, because we can see the followers who dance with these clowns. I don't invite women who dance with fedora-wearing leaders. Sorry, I know I'm being finicky.

So women, when you dance with a bad leader, like Ms. Modern Tanguera, at the end of the first dance of the tanda, unleash every feminine wile within yourself, and in your sexiest sexy voice, say "Your lead is sooo good, I'm on cloud nine. I would think you'd be wearing a fedora. You should get one." And then turn your back on him and walk away.

This whole post is tongue in cheek, over the top.

But the fact remains that fedoras, on the dance floor, bug me. For gentlemen, hats are for the sun, the rain, the snow, or the cold, and are taken off when indoors.

I like the photo though...very cool.

Tango Rap :: Bajofondo Tango Club "Miles de Pasajeros"

This is a cool music video by "NoSanto" I found on YouTube. The song is "Miles de Pasajeros" by Bajofondo Tango Club.

Another nuevo song I like - with a rap component.

Tango Rap :: Gotan Project "Mi Confesión"

It's tango nuevo, but I suppose you could also call it tango "rap"...there is a definite rapping component...

When I'm not listening to Golden Age tango, or the artists/songs like the ones on my imeem player (to the right), this is what I listen to.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Seduced by Tango :: Patrick "Shoaf" Gray

I like this guy. He's got personality. He's got great camera presence. The awkward waiting for the song to get to the spot where he is to start singing is classic.

One correction to one thing he mentions, it's not to be "produced", but "hosted" by Robert Duvall.

Here is his singing audition tape for "Seduced by Tango".

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Santa Fe :: On life, tango, and the universe...

Taos Tree
Photo by Alex :: This is a tree I shot between Taos & Santa Fe - closer to Taos - heading south where the road drops into a narrow canyon and follows the Rio Grande River.

Note: Listen to Track #4 on the imeem player to the right - "Lay Lady Lay" by Bob Dylan - for maximum effect while reading this post. Click "Launch Standalone Player" to listen to the full version. I take that back - not Track 4 - but Track 13 - "Melissa" by the Allman Brothers. Either track will work, but Track 13 is better.

The prior post made some memories bust loose and float to the surface in the primordial sludge in the back of my brain.

The first time I went to Santa Fe was back in 1975. I was 15. My Mom and Dad and I drove out that summer to visit my brother and his girlfriend, Laurel. Laurel is still a very close family friend, as are all of my brother's exes. Except for the sing-song (she didn't talk, she sang) heroin dealer. I think she may still be in prison. In my brother's defense, she wasn't dealing when he was with her. He was into weed, but that was it. You see, my brother has that rare knack for being able to remain friends with his ex-girlfriends. I'm pretty sure they were all at both of his weddings.

My brother had an old blue Dodge pickup truck with a camper top. He and Laurel were hanging out and camping around Santa Fe and Taos for several weeks that summer. I remember riding and bumping along the dusty back roads of Santa Fe in that pickup truck, looking for art galleries. I remember Coors beer and watermelon chilling in the creek. Those were the days.

The summer I turned 18, I passed through Santa Fe and Taos on my way north to Lander, Wyoming for a month long mountaineering course in the Wind River Mountains. I drove a tricked out VW Rabbit in those days. Orange. I was there on my birthday. I hit on a waitress in a restaurant. I got drunk in the bar on a drink called "The Tidal Wave" waiting for her to get off work. I stayed there an extra three days. In bed. In August, when I passed back through on the way back down to Austin, I visited with her again. Joanne. Her name was Joanne. She was 26 and never believed that I was 18. I had to show her my driver's license.

Over the years, I passed through Santa Fe on summer vacations. Being close to Texas, it was drivable - family camping vacations. My daughter learned to ski in Taos. I learned to ski down in Ruidoso, farther to the south past El Malpais, the vast areas of prehistoric lava flows.

I brought my first wife there. I made love with my second future ex wife in a cute hotel there. We were on our first ten day "road trip" date - before we were married. A mountain biking/camping trip. Stucco walls, kiva fireplace in the corner, vigas y latillas overhead. The scent of burning cedar in the fireplace and sagebrush in the air. Hot sunny days. Crisp cool starry nights. Mm. [Uttered with a nasal intonation and rolling your eyes back in your head...Mm.]

When I lived in Aspen, I would "escape" down to Santa Fe to get away from the cold and snowy and long winters. The narrow valleys and box canyons in the thick of the mountains would get to this "southern boy" after a while. Canyon fever. Cabin fever. I needed wide open spaces. I needed a 90 mile horizon. There were times that I would pull over on a lonely road and find a good, warm, flat rock to sit on. The desert has always been a comfortable place for me. I feel at home there. High desert. Big country. Wide open. Quiet. Some people can't handle the overpowering quietude of the desert. For me, it is always best experienced alone. Pondering the universe. Pondering my universe. Contemplating my navel. Taking photographs.

I spent my first tango year in Aspen perfecting my fucked up walk. Luckily, I recognized that I needed outside help. Professional help. Cecilia Gonzales was doing a workshop in Santa Fe. I was going come hell or high water. Hell bent for leather. Tango shoe leather. I scheduled a one hour private with her. My buddy was envious and excited for me - "I can't believe you're going to dance with Cecilia Gonzales!" he said. "She's 'famous'!"

She was great. Patient. Beautiful. Tiny. At least to me. The group class afterward was nice as well. The dancers in Santa Fe are all very nice folks. At the milonga that night, Luren introduced me around. She even chased me when I went outside to cool off - she wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving. She wasn't going to let me leave early. Now that's personal attention by a milonga hostess.

The Sante Fe dancers have a reputation of being very advanced for such a small tango community. It's a very mature community - one of the oldest I think. As such, I was intimidated, but I did dance with four or five followers. I spent most of my time dancing with a French woman - a French teacher - it was her first time to see tango - no classes, no nothing.

The last time I was in Sante Fe was for a friend's opening at an art gallery there. Roughly two years ago. The Blue Rain Gallery. He's my best friend's brother. Randall LaGro is his name. I remember being smitten by his new girlfriend. She was a typical southern Colorado/northern New Mexico woman. Tan. Beautiful. Outdoorsy. Sexy. Intelligent. Educated. Liberal. With a Manhattan twist. All topped off with a hot bod. I had to contain/restrain my interest in her. Thou shalt not covet thy best friend's brother's new girlfriend. Sherri. Her name was Sherri.

Below is a still life I shot inside Randall's studio in Taos. There's a story behind the building - it's really, really old - but I forget the story. I think it was a famous artist's studio long ago. Another mnemonic burst - a party at Randall's studio a year or so before this. Amazing party, amazing people. Artists, writers, bohemians. Barefoot girls in sundresses. Grilling meat and getting drunk on red wine. Sneaking off to kiss a girl in the darkness. A deep, long, heady, drunken, sweet kiss. The next day, a frantic early morning back road circuit (in the ubiquitous old Chevy Apache pickup truck) of several of the local yard sales - followed by a trip to the farmer's market for fresh vegetables and fruit.

Santa Fe (and Taos) hold many good memories for me - including one small tango memory. And that, my friends, is a very large understatement.

Still life of an artist's studio :: Taos

Santa Fe :: On life, tango, and the universe...

Taos Tree
Photo by Alex :: This is a tree I shot between Taos & Santa Fe - closer to Taos - heading south where the road drops into a narrow canyon and follows the Rio Grande River.



The prior post made some memories bust loose and float to the surface in the primordial sludge in the back of my brain.

The first time I went to Santa Fe was back in 1975 or so. I was 15. My Mom and Dad and I drove out that summer to visit my brother and his girlfriend, Laurel. Laurel is still a very close family friend, as are all of my brother's exes. Except for the sing-song (she didn't talk, she sang) heroin dealer. I think she may still be in prison. In my brother's defense, she wasn't dealing when he was with her. He was into weed, but that was it. You see, my brother has that rare knack for being able to remain friends with his ex-girlfriends. I'm pretty sure they were all at both of his weddings.

My brother had an old blue Dodge pickup truck with a camper top. He and Laurel were hanging out and camping around Santa Fe and Taos for several weeks that summer. I remember riding and bumping along the dusty back roads of Santa Fe in that pickup truck, looking for art galleries. I remember Coors beer and watermelon chilling in the creek. Those were the days.

The summer I turned 18, I passed through Santa Fe and Taos on my way north to Lander, Wyoming for a month long mountaineering course in the Wind River Mountains. I drove a tricked out VW Rabbit in those days. Orange. I was there on my birthday. I hit on a waitress in a restaurant. I got drunk in the bar on a drink called "The Tidal Wave" waiting for her to get off work. I stayed there an extra three days. In bed. In August, when I passed back through on the way back down to Austin, I visited with her again. Joanne. Her name was Joanne. She was 26 and never believed that I was 18. I had to show her my driver's license.

Over the years, I passed through Santa Fe on summer vacations. Being close to Texas, it was drivable - family camping vacations. My daughter learned to ski in Taos. I learned to ski down in Ruidoso, farther to the south past El Malpais, the vast areas of prehistoric lava flows.

I brought my first wife there. I made love with my second future ex wife in a cute hotel there. We were on our first ten day "road trip" date - before we were married. A mountain biking/camping trip. Stucco walls, kiva fireplace in the corner, vigas y latillas overhead. The scent of burning cedar in the fireplace and sagebrush in the air. Hot sunny days. Crisp cool starry nights. Mm. [Uttered with a nasal intonation and rolling your eyes back in your head...Mm.]

When I lived in Aspen, I would "escape" down to Santa Fe to get away from the cold and snowy and long winters. The narrow valleys and box canyons in the thick of the mountains would get to this "southern boy" after a while. Canyon fever. Cabin fever. I needed wide open spaces. I needed a 90 mile horizon. There were times that I would pull over on a lonely road and find a good, warm, flat rock to sit on. The desert has always been a comfortable place for me. Big country. Wide open. Quiet. Some people can't handle the overpowering quietude of the desert. For me, it is always best experienced alone. Pondering the universe. Pondering my universe. Contemplating my navel. Taking photographs.

I spent my first tango year in Aspen perfecting my fucked up walk. Luckily, I recognized that I needed outside help. Professional help. Cecilia Gonzales was doing a workshop in Santa Fe. I was going come hell or high water. Hell bent for leather. Tango shoe leather. I scheduled a one hour private with her. My buddy was envious and excited for me - "I can't believe you're going to dance with Cecilia Gonzales!" he said. "She's 'famous'!"

She was great. Patient. Beautiful. Tiny. At least to me. The group class afterward was nice as well. The dancers in Santa Fe are all very nice folks. At the milonga that night, Luren introduced me around. She even chased me when I went outside to cool off - she wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving. She wasn't going to let me leave early. Now that's personal attention by a milonga hostess.

The Sante Fe dancers have a reputation of being very advanced for such a small tango community. It's a very mature community - one of the oldest I think. As such, I was intimidated, but I did dance with four or five followers. I spent most of my time dancing with a French woman - a French teacher - it was her first time to see tango - no classes, no nothing.

The last time I was in Sante Fe was for a friend's opening at an art gallery there. Roughly two years ago. The Blue Rain Gallery. He's my best friend's brother. Randall LaGro is his name. I remember being smitten by his new girlfriend. She was a typical southern Colorado/northern New Mexico woman. Tan. Beautiful. Outdoorsy. Sexy. Intelligent. Educated. Liberal. With a Manhattan twist. All topped off with a hot bod. I had to contain/restrain my interest in her. Thou shalt not covet thy best friend's brother's new girlfriend. Sherri. Her name was Sherri.

Below is a still life I shot inside Randall's studio in Taos. There's a story behind the building - it's really, really old - but I forget the story. I think it was a famous artist's studio long ago. Another mnemonic burst - a party at Randall's studio a year or so before this. Amazing party, amazing people. Artists, writers, bohemians. Barefoot girls in sundresses. Grilling meat and getting drunk on red wine. Sneaking off to kiss a girl in the darkness. A deep, long, heady, drunken, sweet kiss. A trip to the farmer's market the next morning. Good memories for many, many years. And that, my friends, is a very large understatement.

Still life of an artist's studio :: Taos

Murat & Michelle in Santa Fe :: May 9-11


morning moon over santa fe
Originally uploaded by slight clutter




http://www.santafetango.org/

Throw caution to the wind, book a flight to ABQ, rent a Toyota Prius hybrid, and get your asses there.

I've never taken a workshop with them.

But I would.

If I could.

It sucks that I can't just pick up and go.

This thing called "life" is getting in the way of my tango.

Suckage.

Great big suckage.

Codigos :: Not to beat a dead horse, but...

Did you ever notice when someone says "I don't want to beat a dead horse..." they fully intend to "beat a dead horse"? Like I am about to. Isn't that just a strange colloquialism?

Anyway, this comes on the heels of my post "An argument for longer cortinas...", to which, you will find, I issued a complete retraction in the comments section. I would call it a "throwing gas on the fire" post.

The thread that prompted my post on Tango-L continues. It started out as a discussion about gender imbalance, and leaders who stay on the floor for multiple tandas when there are more followers than leaders at a milonga.

I wanted to post Stephen Brown's very lucid comments about codigos. Stephen is from Dallas and is the guy behind the fantastic website www.TejasTango.com.

I didn't want to post this for debate or commentary really, but feel free to comment. I wanted to post it "for the record" if any beginners, or other interested parties happen across this post. There is some good info here.

Here are Stephen's comments in the thread, with some mixing of gender imbalance discussion and codigos:

I hope it's not too confusing to follow.


Wednesday, April 23

Astrid wrote:
>the gender balance in Tokyo is about 50:50, or rather samll shortness of
>women, while in tango there are about 3 women for every man. The two have

>nothing to do with each other.

I would think that at least three factors could affect the gender balance
for tango in a city.

1) The cultural attitudes toward women and men participating in such
activities;
2) How the teachers filter the population to create the tango community;
3) The gender balance for *single* men and women in the city.

I'll expand on the third point a little:
In most U.S. cities, the vast majority of tango dancers are single.
Estimate I've seen place the number of single people dancing tango in most
U.S. cities around 75-80%. If most adults in a city are married, the
gender balance for single adults may be quite a bit different than for the
population as a whole.

If the pool from which tango dancers are drawn is not gender balanced, it
would seem as though the lack of gender balance should affect
participation to at least some degree. Arguing otherwise would require
claiming that the cultural attitudes and/or filtering are so strong that
they completely dominate any potential gender imbalance.

With best regards,
Steve

Tuesday April 22

Chris, UK wrote:
>Actually those teaching tango have first an obligation simply not to
>sabotage the natural tendencies of intersocial behaviour from which the
>codes arise. A bit more consideration of that can save loads of time
spent
>issuing milonga etiquette directives... with the added advantage of
>actually working.

I agree. Bad teaching can contribute to poor floorcraft and an inability
to observe the codes. Tom Stermitz once commented that many people have
walked into the first tango lesson completely able to navigate through
crowded dance floor. After their first lesson they couldn't.

Let's try to get to a few details that might facilitate a natural
understanding of the codes:
Beginners should be taught the line of dance.
Beginners should be taught that tango has pauses.
Beginners shouldn't be taught rote figures.

How will beginners learn about tandas and cortinas? about the cabeceo?

What if you organize a milonga and a number of people who show up dance
performance-style tango, not social tango, and virtually none of these
people observe the ronda or other aspects of the codes?

By the way, I should mention that a milonga that I deejay for regularly is
quite devoid of problems that might arise from people failing to observe
the codes. Most of the dancers are experienced, and the facility has many
of the physical characteristics that Tom Stermitz described as
facilitating success. Sometimes early the evening, the density is a bit
low, which encourages just a bit of random navigation.

With best regards,
Steve

Tuesday, April 22 [Another Post]

Previously I wrote:
"I don't think it makes much sense for an organizer or a group of
community
leaders to impose a set of rules on those attending milongas. People go
to milongas to have fun dancing tango, not to have a bunch of rules
imposed on them,..."

I recognize that in Buenos Aires, the organizers don't make the codes of
behavior for milongas. The codigos were established a long time ago,
those codigos help create a smooth running milonga where everyone can
enjoy dancing. The failure to observe these codes typically comes from
ignorance or a lack of caring. As someone who participates in the
organization of milongas and deejays on a regular basis, I understand the
desire to help people understand the codes and ensure that milongas are
run as smoothly as possible.

Those teaching tango have an obligation to teach the codes as way to help
their students participate successfully in milongas. Community FAQs and
etiquette lists also may be helpful. What I don't think will work very
well is a milonga organizer distributing *and* enforcing a formal set of
rules.

With best regards,
Steve


Tuesday, April 22 [Tom Stermitz' comments on Stephen's post above...]

You can set up the milonga to discourage good behavior, or to enable a
better chance of success:

(1) Enough tables and chairs for everyone to have a seat
(2) Tables around the dance floor, with aisles BEHIND the seating
(3) Rectangular dance floor, small enough to focus the energy.
(4) Good sight-lines between the tables.
(5) Aisles to the floor so you don't have traffic jams.
(6) DJs that know how to build excitement and social interaction

The whole point is to create a good flow and navigation on the dance
floor, keep walkers OFF the floor, and make it easy to reclaim your
seat in between tandas.

Good navigation and floorcraft require a certain density of dancers.
If you have too much space, the leaders don't get used to dealing with
traffic. More than two or three steps of clearance between the
couples, and navigation gets very random.

A practice would be set up differently. For example, you may need
large open expanses of floor so people can try their moves without
endangering the navigation and social feel.



On Apr 22, 2008, at 12:28 PM, Stephen.P.Brown@dal.frb.org wrote:

> Those teaching tango have an obligation to teach the codes as way to
> help
> their students participate successfully in milongas. Community FAQs
> and
> etiquette lists also may be helpful. What I don't think will work
> very
> well is a milonga organizer distributing *and* enforcing a formal
> set of
> rules.
>
> With best regards,
> Steve


Monday, April 21

Many years ago, rumor had it that a milonga organizer in a major North
American city would run out onto the floor and give people tickets for
breaches of tango etiquette. People ridiculed her for the behavior. I
would have found such behavior funny (both humorous and odd).

I don't think it makes much sense for an organizer or a group of community
leaders to impose a set of rules on those attending milongas. People go
to milongas to have fun dancing tango, not to have a bunch of rules
imposed on them, and that includes a forced rotation of partners. Various
communities have drafted social etiquette rules which are intended to be
informative rather than requirements. For some examples, see
http://www.portlandtango.com/faq.html
http://www.tangovita.com/page.php?page=14
http://www.tangomuse.com/TangoManners.html
http://www.close-embrace.com/invitingetiquette.html
http://www.tejastango.com/faq_dallas_tango.html

Of course, severe breeches of what is considered acceptable social
etiquette may require intervention on an individual basis.

I don't think it serves the milonga well for the dj to force everyone off
the floor with a second cortina or a lengthy cortina. The cortina should
be long enough to allow the floor to clear--not to force it cleared.
Dancers know what the cortina means. If they want to stay on the dance
floor that is their choice. (If one of them is being coerced to stay on
the floor that is another issue.)

Some ideas that I've seen work at milongas (that had the right spaces) to
promote more positive social interaction (not force rotation).

1) A milonga has a break zone--an area where people could sit or stand
and talk without being asked to dance.

2) A milonga has two dance floors--one for practicing and one for dancing
the ronda.

3) A milonga has three seating zones: single males, single females,
couples. Couples who want to interact as singles may sit with their own
gender in the singles area. The cabeceo is used as a matter of social
etiquette--not rules. Anyone is always free to reject invitations that
have not been properly offered.

With best regards,
Steve

Lucid Dreaming Dreaming

Sofie by Petter Hegre

I'm sitting here at the computer, reading news and farting around, when it hits me.

This dream I had last night - Boom! Wow. I almost forgot about it.

Now that I am thinking about it, trying to remember the details - and boy-o-boy were there some absolutely incredible details - I realized something interesting.

I'm hit with how much detail was in this dream. But in the dream, I was somehow aware that I was dreaming, and was amazed (in the dream) at how much detail there was (in the dream). Was I awake, but dreaming that I was dreaming? I think I was dreaming that I was awake, but aware that I was dreaming. Sheesh. Whatever. A mindbender.

Now I'm just wondering who she was...or will be...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

So what did I just say?

Cadillac Escalade - The Land Yacht
Photo by AutoExposureCanada/Flickr.



I write my "Green Bullshit" post just last night, talking about "green" houses and touching on the six billion folks who are clamoring/aspiring for our way of life, and the finite resources we have to go around, then I wake up this morning and am greeted with this headline on MSNBC.com

Gas guzzlers are a big hit in China
Newly affluent want larger SUVs to fill with state-regulated $2.90 gas


It appears that American automakers are willing to accomodate the American market with hybrid (gasoline & electric) vehicles and move to higher mileage "gas only" vehicles, especially SUV's.

But not out of any sense of duty or responsibility to the environment or global warming, because, you see, they are perfectly willing to turn around and sell 12mpg gas guzzlers over in China.

It's always about the dollars.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Green Bullshit

Elizabeth's new neighbors are building a "green" house. They knocked down a nice little livable home and hauled it to the dump (no re-use/recycle). Then they nuked seven nice mature trees. Fuckers.

I was going to comment (again) on her post, but it would have been too long. More like a diatribe and less like a comment.

Here's how a house would have to be built to be "truly green"...

#1 Less than 2,000 square feet. Even smaller would actually be better.

#2 Passive solar design. Avoidance of solar gain in summer. Heat sink elements for thermal collection and release on heating months.

#3 Passive common sense cooling - bring back higher ceilings with transoms above interior doors, double hung windows that go to the ceiling, whole house ventilation (remember the whole house fan in the hallway?), and other passive ventilation - like in the "old days" before air conditioning.

#4 Active solar - photovoltaics - either an array in the backyard or on the roof, or photovoltaic shingles. Solar hot water system - or at least as a backup/supplement.

#5 Wind turbine if in a windy locale...the idea is to be self sufficient energy-wise and get the thing off the grid...the electric utility company is only a back up...

#6 Geothermal or earth coupled heating and cooling...ground source heat pump...

#7 Thicker walls/insulation...carefully crafted insulation installation...draft barriers...foam @ all penetrations and outlet boxes...weatherstripping, etc....this is huge...and needs Owner supervision...the crews/labor will fuck it up...pay extra for this to be done properly...oh, and use "green" insulation materials...cellulose or recycled blue jeans...

#8 Truly "green" products/finishes throughout...low voc...low toxicity...low/no outgassing...paint, carpet, cabinets, everything....this also means no fucking imported Italian marble trucked and railed and shipped and trucked across the ocean and quarried in a big ugly polluted hole/scar on the earth...no fucking articulating gesticulating expectorating German faucets...think local local local local

#9 Low flow everything...faucets...shower heads...toilets...include a bidet and shower less...sorry, but no gigantic two person japanese soaking tub...this means no water "event" computerized vibrating articulating gesticulating expectorating automatic gigantic rain head and side body sweeping and ass spraying shower systems...

#10 Four Car Garage, with plugs for electric cars...or hybrids...or hydrogen fuel tank...or recycled cooking oil...or a two car garage with a car stacker...or even better...a four car garage with a wood floor would make a nice ballroom...

#11 This is a biggie for me in cooling climates...use the "loft" principle and locate ductwork in the conditioned space...exposed...not in the 250 degree hot attic!

I could go on and on...you get the picture...

Less is more...small is beautiful...we are consuming too much energy in our way of life...if we were all as "green" as we could possibly be, we would still be consuming too much energy...we live on a finite planet with finite resources...even renewable resources become "finite" when faced with eight or nine billion users of those resources...

1 billion of us have begun to damage (or already damaged) the planet in less than 100 years...what do you think will happen when the other 6 billion who aspire to the western, industrialized way of life, start consuming and wasting, to the degree that we have...

It ain't gonna be good...

Milonga con Traspie :: New Milonga Product

2-3-4stop-4back-5-6-1-2-3-2
4d-5-3-2-4d-5-3-4stop-4back
5-6-1-2-5-6-3-4d
5-6-5-6-1-etc

The "etc" is the really cool part...the follower feels this really "swooshy" thing...

Leaders, for the "4stop" and the "4d" parts, it's best if you wear your white tango shoes, with black laces...and black socks...

And, don't read "The Economist", or do any calculus problems for three days before and three days after practicing this new move...or your head will explode, or at least ooze blood from your ears...

Got it? Enjoy!


(I'm not linking back to the particular YouTube video where I ran across this...a kindasorta well known teacher in a kindasorta small but well known distant kindasorta resort place where I kindasorta know some people...but not Aspen...)