The smell of the air as took me back to the last time I visited the Philippines when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I was exiting Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila after a 21 hour flight a couple of nights ago. (I'm having a pretty difficult time figuring out what time or day it is now) My first and last visit was such a long time ago, but it didn't take long for things to look and feel familiar. I should have been overwhelmed by the holding area outside of the airport. They don't let anyone meet you inside after you disembark from your plane. The Phillippines' biggest export is labor. So there are huge numbers of people coming and going from the country at any one time. Even larger numbers await them when they return. In order to keep everyone from overwhelming the airport, they set aside a large outdoor waiting area. On the airport side, you set yourself up under one of many signs, which easch one corresponding with the first letter of your last name. Across the street of taxi's for those with no one to greet them, is a huge, barred holding pen filled with friends and relatives.
I'm going to be offline for the next week for my vacation. So if you post a comment somewhere, and it doesn't show up, rest assured that I'll get to it when I return. I'm sure you won't miss me especially with so many other online disctractions to keep you occupied. You can still come back and be entertained since I finally figure out how to time delay posts. So you should see some new content pop up this week while I'm away.
Note: The last entry of this mini-trilogy originally written this a year ago for an art project by my friend Sandy Yin, the blogger of "A Brief List of Rules." I try not to get too personal on this blog, but some things should be shared. Updated to add: I just noticed that this is my 100th post on this blog and I don't think I could have picked a better one. Thanks for reading!
I have a very interesting relationship with Akemi Kinukawa. I consider her one of my closest friends, yet we don’t speak to one another very much. In fact, I can probably estimate with some confidence that we’ve actually spent more time dancing together than we have talking.
Note: Just re-posting more old Facebook notes just so I have all my stuff in one place. This is also part of an art project by my friend Sandy Yin, the author of the blog "A Brief List of Rules." She gave me good feedback and I was going to re-work it, but I edited it to fix a couple of things. It's just a vignette. An example of a story that is much more interesting in your head than it is when you decide to write it down. It seems very mundane, but for some reason these events just stick with me.
The Yehoodi 6th Anniversary in 2004 was an incredible event. The Great Day In Lindy photo shoot; The Basie Ball; music featuring surviving members of the Count Basie Orchestra; the last American Hellzapoppin contest; the surprise performance of the Mama Lu Parks Dancers; honors for some of our forbearers. Awe inspiring and epic from start to finish. But honestly, that was all just background for what I really remember from that weekend.
Yet another opportunity to re-post old Facebook notes and consolidate my writings. I originally wrote this a year ago for an art project by my friend Sandy Yin, the blogger of "A Brief List of Rules." She gave me good feedback and I was going to re-work it, but I've decided to just re-post it as is since it combines a lot of things happening this week like Carla appearing on "So You Think You Can Dance" and that I'm about to go spend my fifth Thanksgiving with Naomi. It's just a nice reminder to me of the spirit of the holiday.
The story of my start in dancing begins like many others: with a girl and a smile.
I wrote the following on September 12, 2001. Going through Facebook today reminded me of it. At the time I thought it was important to jot down everything I remembered. I was working as the coordinator for scheduling and event planning atThe Catholic University of America in Washington, DC at the time, so it references people, places, and events on campus on that day.
For some reason I stopped my account at mid-day and never got back to it. In fact, according to the file properties, the last time I touched it was at 10:33 PM on Sept. 12. The writing isn't very good because it's a rough first draft. I'm posting it un-edited to preserve what I felt at the time.