On the subject of dance.

Nowadays, when I’m not at work my brain is in a perpetual state of vacation.
This means my span of attention is arm’s length and can’t handle activities more challenging than taking a nap by the pool (uv rays!), watching the slow movement of clouds (if I stare long enough I will discover the meaning to life!), shopping at Goodwill (happiness is a pair of $2 pants!), experimenting with recipes from my American Heart Association cook book (cottage cheese spaghetti!), watching movies (foreign films = rarely a happy ending!) and burning cds I borrowed from the library (i wish i was cool and had a friend named Mike who plays bass guitar!)

This week I borrowed a Jamiroquai album with the song “canned heat” — from the famous dance scene in Napoleon Dynamite.
“You know this boogie is for real.” Profound words.

I’ve always liked dancing, since back in the days when I would choreograph dance moves to all the songs from the Aladdin soundtrack. I still remember a move from the very beginning of the song “You never had a friend like me” where I would squat down and then suddenly jump up and spin around like “kerpow!”
Honestly at that age I would have given anything to show my sweet skills to the world via a school talent show. My friends and I almost started a Christian pop girl group called “Hazel” — sadly, one of those dreams that never saw fruition… just like my ambitions to be president of a statewide Garfield fan club…

But dancing, man. One of those liberal arts (such as flower arrangement) some critics would say shouldn’t be considered a legit major for a college student.

Thinking about this, I consider what occupations are vital and which are not vital to society. Because dancing has been a part of almost every culture in every time period has it not? (“the history of dance may be as long as humankind and before” — authentic source)

And I tend to refer to the history books as a measuring stick for truth since, you know, whatever repeats itself over the course of thousands of years must be a true representative of the way things really are, or at least of human behavior. Observing mankind’s patterns of behavior is one reason I became weary of religion (since the dawn of time, man has worshiped different gods, and believed different myths, etc.)

One could deduce that man needs myth just as much as he needs the arts and other expressions of the soul (and/or body).

I dance because … sometimes you just gotta.

Know what I mean?