Hello, moment.

The art of balance

I am attempting to write, but lately it has been almost impossible. Instead, I've been doing things like taking pictures, taking Foxy for car rides, doing laundry, painting my nails (red!), watching sailboats, and lighting sparklers - anything to get away from my laptop. It's a valid excuse, isn't it? After all, I spend my entire working life in deeply involved in blogs and blogging - I should want to run away from it sometimes, right?

Something inside me tells me to get up, move, stretch, breath the air, wallow in the sunshine. These are things I need more of, but I need to write, too. I hate being very structured with my time, but something tells me that I might need to prioritize and organize and act like less of a hippie for awhile if I want to make any real progress. Maybe soon.

Dance anyway

There is something intrinsic, essential, about getting on your feet or even sitting where you are and dancing, in your bedroom or at your desk at work or in the middle of the crush of bodies at a show or on the bus, or in your car, all by yourself or in front of a crowd, in the middle of the afternoon or the middle of the night. If the music moves you (and I hope it will move you), even if physical limitations prevent you from moving anything but your mind, dance.

I write about punk and folk and indie rock most of the time but sometimes, only dance music will do. The truth is that you can dance to almost anything (even the sound of your own breathing), but here are four songs that are perfectly appropriate for dancing with absolute abandon, so do yourself a favor and get up.