Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Life Goals

Getting pumped for the Denver Salsa and Bachata Congress.


Also. I taught my first lesson today.  It went well.  (Just to my brother and my roommate, but still.)



Monday, September 21, 2015

round and round

Well I came back from LA.  Ostensibly I can teach salsa now (at least to beginners) but that manifests mostly as teaching drunk people at parties.  I have a lesson on Wednesday for some friends.


Speaking of parties. I went to a house party made up of almost entirely Hmong people.  Freaking fun.  Dude teaching us Tai Chi on the porch.  Good dancing.

Any time people forsake the beer pong table for the dance floor is bound to be good.

You know, because I have such low expectations for Fargo, I get pleasantly surprised by it far more often than you would think.

Well last time I posted an Omi song it got crazy big later and I felt bad because that song freaking annoys me now, but this one is still good so have at it.


There's some things I have to say, and should post about, but it will have to be later.  I just don't feel it right now.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

LA LA LA

Basking in the simple simplicity of having my own room again.  It's been awhile.



SO PUMPED TO GO TO L.A.!  Time to get the heck out of here!   Also I'm in love.  Such a lottery.  I won it. HA!

Impressions:  From the calm to the chaotically manic.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

People still use the N word in gas stations.

I'm so tired of seeing this "All Lives Matter" crap.  No one is yelling at breast cancer awareness advocates, insisting that they include lung cancer as well.


Anyways in Germany, students are forced to look in-depth at the Holocaust.  They have to read the Diary of Anne Frank (every year according to one German woman I talked to) in school.


What did I learn about America's past in school?  I learned that we celebrate Columbus day.  The original illegal immigrant.

We brush slavery under the rug.

We pretend that we're all equal now, with equal opportunity.

I get so tired of this.

NPR has a fantastic article on this subject  here.

Educate yourself.

Also someone called my coworker a N**** in the gas station.  It's 2105 ladies and gents.

UGH.

Here's some Kizomba music.  Heard it at the Salsa Explosion in Minneapolis.