also, i thought i wrote scathing movie reviews. i am nothing compared to this: http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20091118/REVIEWS/911199998
read it and weep. or laugh and choke, as i did.
also-- november 17 was WONDERFUL.
please insert "freaking awesome" in between "cherie" and "hampton". kicking myself for not having delayed her at least 2 more minutes to let me video her dancing the choreography, or even just asking her to show the alternate acoustic one that she was considering teaching. BEST CLASS in uppsala ever, bar NONE. i was on a high all the way from warm-up to the end of class to my session with adam to getting back to my room (yes i skipped back home. at least the streets were relatively empty, so no one saw me acting like an idiot). i was kind of sad, though, because i didn't feel tired.
then i woke up in the morning and couldn't move a muscle without groaning.
abstract hiphop ftw :):):))))))))) i don't know how to describe the style-- it's kind of like ahmad's, in the sense of extreme core control, but it also has a certain expansiveness that his style doesn't have? And a certain explosiveness that is almost like girl's hiphop throwing, but completely not-- because it's a contained explosion, you have it all just coming from your core and whatever hairflinging is auxiliary. does explosive sharpness make sense? She broke down the steps a lot, but ALL in swedish :| I feel like we ended up not learning as much as we could have from her workshop. sigh. she had so much to teach...!
damnit i should totally have gone on exchange in stockholm instead. but ohmygawd i have totally lost it i can't dance anymore. :( still-- :):):) it's moments like these that make all the heartache, every tear shed and every physical pain seem like nothing in comparison.
p.s. tracy if you're reading this i heart you! :D