A Novel Attempt

My body has a strange way of telling me when I’ve been working hard:

I crave bananas.

Normally, I loath any bananas that aren’t mixed with nuts and baked into a little loaf.  Yet for some weird, cruel reason, I have an insane craving for bananas when I workout really hard.

Banana count for week 1 of the Aerial Dance Festival: 9.

Kristen, when you said I took to aerial fabric “like a monkey to a banana tree”. . . well, I blame you for these odd hankerings.

But it’s the weekend, which means it’s time to fulfill other hankerings, such as *not* wearing a leotard while eating some spicy — probably bad for me — Thai food.

(Did I ever mention I’m a sporadic blogger?  Heh.)

You may recall my mentioning aerial silks a few months back.  Well, I blame the alluring drape of tricot chiffon for my lack of blogging, as I have fallen into utter obsession with the medium (or should I say, I’ve become “wrapped up” in its appeal?  Oh ho!  . . . sorry — I’m a sucker for bad puns. . .)

Though I do tend to fixate, I don’t like to abandon; hence my return to this forum.  Good news: I’ve got my first ‘paying’ gig:

Click on the pic for more details!  My partner, the wonderful Ms. Molly (good golly!), and I are the “Aerial Fabricators” listed.  Live music, hooping, contact juggling, burlesque, and aerial silks will all be featured.

Bad news:  None yet . . . I’m hoping the popular “break a leg” encouragement will remain in the realm of metaphor.

More good news?  (Yes, actually!):  I was accepted into all the ADF classes I applied to!  (What is ADF, you ask?  The Aerial Dance Festival, held annually in Boulder, CO, offers classes on various circus arts over a two-week intense teaching schedule.)

Bad news?  My body will be forced to endure all the ADF classes I was accepted into.  Ha!

And if anyone knows of someone willing to sit through a few drinks and the burlesque stripteases to record the aerial performance. . . direct them to me!

I tend to to put off blogging after an ‘event’ (especially after a ‘big’ event).  It’s silly, really.

I hooped a half marathon.  For months I talked about it, trained for it.  On April 24, 70 women representing Hooping for Hope crossed the finish line at the Country Music Marathon.

I’d like to revisit the topic later, but — for now — there’s something more pressing.

Over the course of last weekend, Nashville and surrounding areas received record-setting rains that swelled rivers and streams to sizes not seen in roughly 500 years.  It flooded roads, washing away cars and their passengers.  It even buoyed houses onto I40.

Though the situation receives little national media coverage, social networking spread the word through video and pic uploads. . . and the Volunteer state lived up to its name (Hand On Nashville, a volunteer site, was reportedly staggered/crashed by the influx of Good Samaritans seeking a way to help).

There’s a lot of damage to be fixed — and some damage that can’t be — but in the following weeks please keep the area’s inhabitants in your prayers.

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Over the last week and a half, WordPress has delivered Christmas early with the gift of a crash course in self-hosting.  I have (attempted) to learn far more than my “oooh, shiny things” brain could handle concerning FTPs, MySQL, phps, and other denizens of Acronym Land.  For the programming-savvy, I’m sure these are simple concepts, but for lil’ ole me, the interspace between my colorful webpage and the file tree of my database was a vicious wilderness with no map, or, at least, no map I could comprehend.

And then my white knight appeared.  He-who-speaks-from-the-Bluehost-help-center, who I shall simply refer to as my “Hero,” resurrected this site from the ugly jungle of black error messages.  Diplomatic in his dealings with the Acronym Landians, my Hero negotiated a bridge in less than ten minutes.

So here’s to you, Hero.  On a scale of 1-9, 9 being “most satisfactory,” I would have attempted an input of “10,” but in light of my less-than-fluent Automated-Messagian, I entered a “9.”  Just to be safe.