Glitches..........................

 

When AI tries to create and direct joyous human dancing, it fails. The dancers look like retired accountants at a wedding.

-Seth Godin

Fifty years ago......................

 

ABBA........................................Dancing Queen

Let the games begin.................

 

..............................Will be very surprised if there aren't a few first round blow outs.

beyond........................

 

How do I stave off the cynic's disease and still remain a hopeful skeptic? . . .

     Let's sing more that we might make sense, believe in more than the world can conclude, get more impressed with the wow instead of the how, let inspiration interrupt our appointments, dream our way to reality, serve some soul food to our hungry heads, put proof on the shelf for a season, and rhyme our way to reason.  Forget logic, certainty, owning, or making a start-up company of it; let's go beyond what we can merely imagine, and believe, in the poetry of life.

-Matthew McConaughey, Poems & Prayers

Just because........................

     

            A little bit of musical dance history.............

 

Let's dance.................................

                        Chris Montez.................

 

Come on Let's Go........................

                       

                    Richie Valens...................

 

Keep on Dancing.................

    

      The Gentrys....................................

 

If you have to start a week...............

.........why not start it with a little Nicholas Brothers:

 

Somewhere....................................

 

......................................There's a Man.

Contravening a breach of the peace...........

Long John Baldry..................Don't Try To Lay No Boogie-Woogie on the King of Rock and Roll

 

Fun on the dance floor................

Led Zeppelin........................Boogie with Stu

 

thanks Ray

withness.................................

 

     There is no reason why social dancing of the kind I have been praising should not return.  Indeed, the craze for Salsa suggests that it might.  And there is no reason to think that young people will not find some other way of rediscovering the withness that they will not find by clubbing.  Maybe the rise of sport as a social arena is to be explained, at least in part, by this hunger for an elegant display of the human body.  And maybe, when young people search, as they must, for a paradigm of withness, they will find it on the football field, or learn it from watching what goes on there. All is not lost, if that is so.  But it is worth drawing one last lesson from this thought.  Social dancing of the kind I have praised did not merely exercise the virtues of freedom and order.  It obeyed the precept of equality.  Anybody could learn the steps, and everybody could join in, regardless of how agile, young, or attractive they were.  The new replacement activities arise to a considerable extent from the official culture of equality and political correctness, with its fear of elegance and distinction.  They are nevertheless massively discriminatory.  The cult of sport, good though it is for our sense of withness, requires us to turn the spotlight on young, athletic, and attractive people, and to rub into the remainder the humiliating awareness that they are not part of the game.  In losing the love of dancing, therefore, we have lost a major source of our love for ourselves.

-Roger Scruton, Confessions of a Heretic

When art meets art................

Rita Hayworth & Fred Astaire dance to Led Zeppelin

 

thanks

Aging........................

 ...............................like a fine wine.

The mystery.................................

 Knowledge destroys wonder, destroys the capacity to feel awe. It makes you capable of explaining away everything. It takes away all poetry from life. It takes away all meaning from life. The knowledgeable person is never surprised by anything because he can explain everything. But no explanation is true for they don’t explain anything at all. The mystery remains. The mystery is infinite.

The knowledgeable person becomes so burdened by his knowledge that he loses the mirror-like quality of reflecting the beauty, the benediction, the dance, the ecstasy of existence. Knowledge is not going to help as far as life is concerned. The knowledgeable person is almost a dead person; he lives in his grave.

-Osho

Dancing with wisdom...........................

      In his studies with living teachers like Crates, and his conversations with the dead—that chance encounter with Socrates's teachings that the oracle had predicted—Zeno danced with wisdom.  He explored it in the agora with his students, he had thought deeply about it on long walks and tested it in debates.  His own journey toward wisdom was a long one, some fifty years from that shipwreck until his death.  It was defined not by some single epiphany or discovery but instead by hard work.  He inched his way there, though years of study and training, as we all must.  "Well-being is realized by small steps," he would say, looking back, "but is truly not small thing."

-Ryan Holiday and Stephen Hanselman,  Lives Of The Stoics:  The Art of Living from Zeno to Marcus Aurelius

Let's dance............................

. . . the numerical, chronological age has no power within itself.  It is our belief about it, how we hold it in mind, and how we genuflect to all the belief systems that go with it and that we have bought into throughout the years that have power.  How is it that some people are dancing and performing at age eighty, and other people at age fifty-nine are ready for the grave?

-David R. Hawkins,  Healing and Recovery

Dance...............................

Labour is blossoming or dancing where

The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,

Nor beauty born out of its own despair,

Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.

O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,

Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?

O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

William Butler Yeats

from his poem, Among School Children

Fifty years ago...............

On the TV................................Dick Clark's American Bandstand