Comments | lihiara: The rhythm of my life

lihiara

The rhythm of my life

Mar 04, 2004 14:58

Let us start with this confession: I wear high heels. No, perhaps that understates the case. I always wear heels. Somewhere in the depths of my closet is a pair of sneakers left over from my stint on the varsity tennis team. They're hiding back there because they feel left out; they are the only pair of shoes in my possession on which the entirety ( Read more... )

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dreamalert March 4 2004, 15:21:01 UTC

This is seriously funny. Thanks.

lihiara March 5 2004, 10:35:00 UTC

Thanks. Nothing like a little personal humiliation to amuse my friends : )

witsbeginning March 4 2004, 15:39:56 UTC

my walk has always been quick paced for such a short stature. you can tell alot about a person or at least recognize them instinctively by their walk. my dad's was always brisk & deliberate. on the other hand, i love watching people walk. i had most people pegged in highschool. i've begun doing it at school as well.

now if you do need bluesy music in order to function properly in your heels, you may want to take plenty of st. john's wart so as not to let the constant sorrow soak in.

lihiara March 5 2004, 10:40:09 UTC

I've always done it instinctively, at least with certain people. In college, everyone thought I had exceptional eyesight but really I was just recognizing people from a distance based on the way that they walked.

That's a great CD, especially the Alison Krauss track. But it's irrevocably linking to summer in Paris...

Chernobyl??? wynterkatt March 4 2004, 19:08:07 UTC

My Hair is NOT the color of a fruit stand in Chernobyl. It's Dusky Rose....*grumbles* and do I really incline forward when I walk? Hrm..I never really though about it. Maybe only when I'm walking with you? Hrm...I guess my posture is kind of bad. Hrm....I happen to like my hair color. Chernobyl indeed.

::Grumps and goes back to ripping all her CD's in the preperation of the purchase of an iPod herself::

Re: Chernobyl??? lihiara March 5 2004, 10:42:05 UTC

It is not dusky rose, honey. There is absolutely no dusk involved. Your hair is high noon all the way. Toxic strawberry. Definately toxic strawberry.

So I see you had a productive little talk with Apple Boy?

Re: Chernobyl??? wynterkatt March 5 2004, 17:02:21 UTC

Well no...no productive talk with Apple Boy. I'm simply succumbing to the lure of an iPod. And I may go with the full size iPod and not the mini since....as I sit there and burn my cd's into Mp3's....I realize I have a lot more music than I thought. I could be discriminative with what I'm ripping...but that would take too much thought. So I sit there surrounded by CD's and rip and rip and rip and rip. So I may have to have the entire 15 gigs. Hrm...maybe I should go have a productive talk with Apple Boy. Either way....I'm buying one today. After work. The Apple Store calls my name. See...it's even invading my LJ responses. Bugger the voices. (Is that even humanly possible? Since they're in my head....can I bugger myself? Topic for another post perhaps ( ... )

Re: Chernobyl??? wynterkatt March 5 2004, 17:03:23 UTC

ERROR???? What the hell is it talking about??? I was just typing. I HATE THIS! GRRRR...

*Grumbles and goes back to work*

pseudonordic March 4 2004, 21:27:31 UTC

I've got a pair of broken wireless headphones that I use at work. They still work, but the cross-bars are snapped thanks to a co-worker.

Anyhoo, I walk around listening to assorted music all day long thanks to the 900 MHz frequency of radio waves and viewers like you. Best of all, it doesn't affect my stride what so ever. Having been a percussionist in a marching band, I've learned to keep an internal and external beat.

You should try to do the same.

lihiara March 5 2004, 10:46:25 UTC

One of my roommates is a professional drummer and says he can't dance for shit because every one of his limbs is programmed to keep a different time. Whereas I can barely pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time but make a great dancer because my whole body is programmed to keep the same time-that of the music.

This means I have a whole lot of conditioning to overcome.

pseudonordic March 5 2004, 11:06:49 UTC

I have the same problem with dancing. Each limb wants it's own rhythm, refusing to cooperate.

Syncopation's a bitch.

The Trick... wynterkatt March 5 2004, 17:05:08 UTC

....is to fool your body with alcohol. Then you have rhythm. Or at least...your mind things that your body has rhythm....therefore in your own mind...you think you can dance....plus everyone around you get's to laugh at the drunk person dancing. :)

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