saturday recap

rather than go into today, the highlights of which included an overly hormonal pissy pregnant woman, and an overly anal pissy postal worker...I think I'll swim back to Saturday instead.

And I'll skip Saturday morning, cause that'll just iron out other people's drama :) (maybe it should have been OPD, not OPP...I'm not down with OPD, are you?)

Definitely not down with that, had enough of it, just am going to go on by and be passive ;)

So Saturday evening was the Bay Area MECDA Hafla.

Well, you really can't have one without there being OPD. dammit. So let me get my pissyness out now: if you say NO ONE can sign up to dance before a certain time, and when the time finally comes and is announced, and a person is the 5th in line, but when they get there, 10-15 slots are already signed up for with different people, well, then someone is full of lying horseshit, aren't they? Well, I guess some people live, breath, and eat it...so anyway. I suppose I did my full of exasperating anyway to balance things out all together. Apparently I was wrecking the system because the DJ already had my CD...well, sorry hon, but that's the priviledges that come with sleeping (marrying) the sound guy. Get over it.

Anyway :) So I was saying, the hafla was good. Dawn "Davina" Brown is kicking arse in the Bay Area Chapter of MECDA, making things happen....the wonders of having a real alpha in an organization that needs it, rather than a bunch of betas...what a concept. Like dude! So she rocks :)

After setting up (on time!!!), I perused the tables quickly, and spotted one of those metal and crystal bellydrapes...like the Cost Less ones...I asked the lady how much, she said $5. I blinked and ran for purse. It matches the silver vintage bra I got at Fest Fantasia, and now I have fodder for the belt for desertroses :) And then I traded with the lovely Miranda of Tribe Badir for some long swish Indian tassels. Mmm....tassels. Miranda kicks ass too :)

So my performance slot was supposed to be at 8pm. Things ran a bit late, so closer to 8:20 I went on...with fire ;) (well, it didn't say no fire, right? bad..bad..ask later, apologize first)...maybe someone has pix of the entrance, which involved black spanish lace covering my face and my velvet cloak on top with the fire lotus :) I think it looked cool. The only weird thing was my hands were shaking something awful, and I'm not sure why. I wasn't nervous...perhaps I was just holding on to them in such a way that caused my hands to vibrate. No idea... anyone? anyone?

Then, at Dawn's insistance, I took some shots with the photographer she had brought it...and you'll see some of those shots when I get the prints back. :)

Keith totally kicked arse as Sound Guy. All ye must worship Sound Guy and give him gifts of squidlike things.

Amen.

well, I suppose that turned out OK

someone whispered the wicked idea into my head that it is technically cheaper (as well as much quicker) to fly to Las Vegas, than to drive the Kaml. Well, to satisfy my curiosity (cause I actually dreamed about being in a competition last night---it was great, except that Dalia Carella was also competing in my catagory! That would so not happen in real life, but it was funny) I checked the website again to verify when it was, and saw this notice that it had been postponed until 2005.

heh, just as well :) But I would like to enter the Fusion catagory of some worthy belly dance competition in the future.

question (s):

should an artist fear running out of ideas?

or is it the fear of others taking the ideas before a given idea has had time to truly birth itself and be imprinted by the originator?

but what if you have more than your fair share of ideas? what then?

and what if two similar people, totally unbeknownest to each other, generate a similar idea at the same time?

why?

what does it mean?

is it better to be known as the originator, or the perfector? why not both?