lindy hop history

i’m going to start posting some of the things i’ve written about swing dancing, lindy hop, swing culture, etc, here on this site.
hang tight – some are long, some are complex. they are of course copyright ME. if you want to reproduce bits make sureyou credit MEMEME.

oh, this thesis is too big.

should i keep the group social dancing responses bit in the chapter? i have more than enough stuff on DJing to make the whole chapter just about DJing. should i ditch the other stuff on music? i like the bits about strolls, etc. i really do. but i think they might just work nicely in the chapter on the dance act.
oh, this thesis is too big. i have too much to say.

i love my thesis

i’ve gotta give a paper in may (on music stuff i guess), i’m getting the lotr stuff done today so i can write the report (go look here for a project description, you can even do the survey if you like), and i’m trying to edit my ridiculously long chapter on music and djing. which is why, of course, i’m doing bloggage.

but i love it. i love my thesis so much. it’s really interesting stuff. i wish, though, that i could be a bit cleverer with the theory stuff. i just know i’m not reading enough hardcore lit. but i sure am wanking on a fair bit about swingers’ use of music. djing as professional identity… i’m getting a feeling about the development of professional roles in subcultures… is it a sign of a complicating of the community? is it a sign of community development?
only if you figure go-capitalism is a marker of community growth. maybe it’d be less distressing to see it as a marker of corruption. degeneration… nah.
but it’s certainly a marker for patterns of power and status.
maybe i should should wack some of my work up on here? not like anyone would read it, though, i guess.

it’s not a crazy stalker thing. she’s just there all the time.

Red Singlet Girl was at the gym on tuesday when i was.
i think i’ve got a crush. she’s so cool. she was doing this thing where she was lifting her whole body up from two parallel bars (like the gymnastic ones), she was just hanging there, going up and down, up and down, her legs together, toes pointed, muscles rippling. it was so cool. so i made sure i did the very best fitball squats ever. because i reckon i could be that cool. and i’m sure even exercises with the name ‘fitball squats’ could be as cool as lifting your own body weight up and down, up and down, suspended between two parallel bars.

i just want to be clear

i was considering making my own togs.

i was going to make a swimming costume. obviously ill-fitting trousers and weirdo stripey shirts weren’t enough. i was seriously thinking about full-scale public humiliation.

oh goddess, help me to restrain myself.


ok, so i’ve found that broken thing again. if you go to the ‘march’ entries, and try to look at the comments… you can’t. i’ve broken something. woops. will try to fix soon.