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Laffy Taffy: Shaken.

February 23, 2006

I learned a new choreography in my bellydance class tonight. It’s called “Arabian Spices,” and, though I cannot seem to manage to get my feet to go where they need to go, the arm motions look cool. Fortunately for me, there’s a DVD available, and a QuickTime movie of the choreography too, so I can practice at home. Believe me, I need all the practice I can get. I enjoy bellydancing, but I need to devote some time to practice so I can improve. One hour per week just isn’t cutting it, and I probably need remedial help when it comes to coordinating my hands with my feet. I am pretty kickass when it comes to playing the zills, though, and I was able to pick up the basic veil moves easily, so I am not entirely hopeless.

I love dancing in general, and I think I’m pretty good at it, but when I’m supposed to do specific moves at specific times, I have problems. I took a jazz dance class in college–I was trying to get some exercise (as if walking up four flights of steps to my dorm room wasn’t enough) and I thought it might be fun. It’s the only class I’ve ever come close to failing–well, aside from 8th grade algebra, but I blame that on the teacher. Fortunately, I was able to drop it three weeks before the end of the semester due to a weird administrative loophole, so it didn’t damage my fantabulous GPA. I’d chalk my failings in the jazz dance class up to my dislike of the music we danced to (Marky Mark, anyone? How about some Right Said Fred?) but I like the music in the bellydance class, and I’m still uncoordinated like you wouldn’t believe.

I know that I’ll catch on if I practice enough, though. Unlike jazz dance, bellydance is something I actually want to learn to do well. There are some possible performance opportunities associated with my current class, and I love performing–but only if I can do it well. I’m too damn old to make an ass of myself in public–I’ll leave that to the kids.


Laffy Taffy.

February 23, 2006

On the way home from work this fine afternoon, I heard a song on the radio that encouraged me to “shake that Laffy Taffy.” Since no parts of my body are reminiscent of Laffy Taffy (or Now ‘n Laters, or any other type of candy that was ridiculously popular among the students I taught back in my Catholic schoolteachin’ days), I decided to dust off my musty ol’ reference librarian skillz and do a bit of research.

According to the Urban Slang Dictionary, “laffy taffy” means ass.

So I am now off to my bellydancing class to shake my laffy taffy, which I will decorate with a jingly hipscarf!