Dancing: Not for the Faint-Hearted
Courtesy of Rob over at Cockeyed.com (I believe I have mentioned before that I'd be proud to be the mom of a young man like Rob -- be sure to check out the TGI Friday's Menu Prank) is a link I hadn't seen before concerning an Improv Everywhere prank from last year. 35 Agents took over listening stations at a Virgin Megastore and performed synchronized dancing en masse, thereby freaking the hell out of the store's employees and customers.
Made my day.
I like the part where the store calls the cops, and the cops request information on the Dangerous Event:
Megastore guy: They were all just standing there. Cop: What were they doing? Megastore guy: Just standing, and then they all danced. Cop: Did they say anything? Megastore guy: No.
Pause
Cop: Why are we here?
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No knitting to speak of for days -- all that pesky work got in the way. I'm off to a conference next week, which will be an excellent opportunity for knitting, though, so I'm sort of excited about that.
Yesterday was one of those days when, by some stroke of absolute luck, I had no meetings. I prepared for classes, I worked on The Giant Research Project Upon Which My Name As A Scholar Depends, I read papers, I taught classes. But no meetings. I kept thinking somebody was going to come into my office and yell, "Where the hell are you! The Provost is waiting!" or some such thing. Just like an anxiety dream, only I was awake.
I keep a lot of Calming Devices in my office. I've got candles, I've got a peaceful fountain, I have an excellent array of saints, I've got a labyrinth such as is found at Chartres, I've got LOADS of healing meditative music, I've got a zafu. I need all the ammunition I can use, in the war on anxiety.
Oh, right, and I've got knitting.
(Breathe in and....find your happy place. Repeat after me: If you forgot to write a meeting in your book, the university will not dissolve, and the universe will continue. And you can always find a New Career.)
Yep. Going RIGHT down to the performance art street theatre employment office.
Made my day.
I like the part where the store calls the cops, and the cops request information on the Dangerous Event:
Megastore guy: They were all just standing there. Cop: What were they doing? Megastore guy: Just standing, and then they all danced. Cop: Did they say anything? Megastore guy: No.
Pause
Cop: Why are we here?
*****************
No knitting to speak of for days -- all that pesky work got in the way. I'm off to a conference next week, which will be an excellent opportunity for knitting, though, so I'm sort of excited about that.
Yesterday was one of those days when, by some stroke of absolute luck, I had no meetings. I prepared for classes, I worked on The Giant Research Project Upon Which My Name As A Scholar Depends, I read papers, I taught classes. But no meetings. I kept thinking somebody was going to come into my office and yell, "Where the hell are you! The Provost is waiting!" or some such thing. Just like an anxiety dream, only I was awake.
I keep a lot of Calming Devices in my office. I've got candles, I've got a peaceful fountain, I have an excellent array of saints, I've got a labyrinth such as is found at Chartres, I've got LOADS of healing meditative music, I've got a zafu. I need all the ammunition I can use, in the war on anxiety.
Oh, right, and I've got knitting.
(Breathe in and....find your happy place. Repeat after me: If you forgot to write a meeting in your book, the university will not dissolve, and the universe will continue. And you can always find a New Career.)
Yep. Going RIGHT down to the performance art street theatre employment office.
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