When I was almost two, or so the story goes, they found me on the floor of my Dad’s baby sister’s closet (she was 11 years older than I), trying to put on her pointe shoes. I started in dance that year. Tap to be exact. I was in ballet also 2 years later. Jazz was added several years later.
I come from a family of dancers. Not the kind that “just dance” for fun. The kind who dance until you can’t dance anymore and then you teach dance classes. Well, I don’t, clearly. I did for a while in college until I had a car accident. Now, I have a ballet barre in a room of my house along with a yoga ball and mat.
Some people run and some do yoga and some do aerobics or swim. I go to the barre. I go to the barre and just touching it my mind blanks out and I can suddenly...Read More
Yes, that’s right, I’m leaving the cult of PCs. Yes, I know, gasp it out… I’ll wait.
Those who know me know that I’ve been “anti-Mac” for as long as I can remember. I’ve been against the cult for, well, ever. I hated the only Macintosh Apple-IIe’s. I really did. And yet, here I sit, the owner of an iPad, an iPhone, and yes, even a Macbook Air.
Well, would you believe me “my job made me do it?” It’s true! My “day job” had me move to the iPad about 18 months ago. After getting comfortable with that and after much consternation with my Droid Inc/Inc2, I went with an iPhone 4 hand-me-down from a friend when they upgraded. I didn’t know I was slowly becoming indoctrinated, but I was.
When my HP started to fail just outside it’s 1-year warranty period, I knew. It...Read More