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romance-cafés-art-la résistance</center>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-9307951611723999572010-05-01T00:54:00.000+03:002010-05-01T00:54:49.412+03:00swiss club practica, cairo, egypt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVs9q2MlSANVsTheHGGUXZym7v5swNw4U5WQTpwuVukrK91wHNpQT0Df7x7_Ic7QmTX93xwsS4n8loLP8hIcRFnZhIlFyvp65lD2ORuw6nRugQEVKCP610Vd5mSfLlLRUyrbVIXHNl7yE/s1600/tango,+coptic+museum+-+06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVs9q2MlSANVsTheHGGUXZym7v5swNw4U5WQTpwuVukrK91wHNpQT0Df7x7_Ic7QmTX93xwsS4n8loLP8hIcRFnZhIlFyvp65lD2ORuw6nRugQEVKCP610Vd5mSfLlLRUyrbVIXHNl7yE/s400/tango,+coptic+museum+-+06.jpg" width="430" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is the (empty) bar at the Swiss Club in Cairo. Looks very Swiss, no? And so very NOT Cairo. If you're ever in Egypt any time soon and want to dance some tango, "The Swiss Club Practica" is held every Tuesday night at 19h00 in the "bowling room" by the back garden. When I was there, you could dance a bit, the room is very small, and then go outside to chat or watch, sitting on wicker chairs and surrounded by tiny palm trees. Like a little oasis.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As you can see, my "to do" list is pretty ambitious for someone in my state. Take notes on the psychology of volcanoes (I have to psychoanalyze a volcano, like volcanoes were people, within 10 days, and make it seem like I know what I'm talking about - a note about this, I designed this project, yea, I got myself into this mess), learn the Coptic language, don't spill coffee everywhere (which I DID - EVERYWHERE, in the middle of a café, on my jeans, my face, my food, the table, my sweater), and update tango blog. On something, yet again, that has nothing to do with tango. Please bear with me. Buy some tango shoes (nueva epoca, the ad on this blog below twitter, actually has AMAZING tango shoes), keep yourself occupied, and keep dancing!</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i> </div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-61082311388124467452010-04-28T03:11:00.000+02:002010-04-28T03:11:04.828+02:00is it true?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4z8Hj542ufKazeZUgiN2TiSnkPBV028iRw8lnsNjpU1ZlDOhaTw76DurnoesOSrQtuQHCyUNYRCxqk7364AlTviDqAid1C3-rJZDIQZLe1vPF2RJVel2_2lsacu26VdYAPv7evyc6nR0/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4z8Hj542ufKazeZUgiN2TiSnkPBV028iRw8lnsNjpU1ZlDOhaTw76DurnoesOSrQtuQHCyUNYRCxqk7364AlTviDqAid1C3-rJZDIQZLe1vPF2RJVel2_2lsacu26VdYAPv7evyc6nR0/s400/photo.jpg" width="377" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">... Is it true that there is a human being attached to these shoes?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">... Do you ever wonder...?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>j.a.</i></span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-55969390314298556412010-04-25T04:57:00.001+02:002010-04-25T04:58:29.823+02:00two favourites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6B_3fH0ehTIDzmTJ7fWODsm8zbuqC4nqDwk4U1MAAy8w-oH_t2rWzq5TAkHPG-k6Vo2KdSdh0iySVFaICSe7Ef3_9jtG1JutjFNVSvLcdmdM46CKIytwWp0GRRMH6GWlbRT5SUVvjoc/s1600/couv1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6B_3fH0ehTIDzmTJ7fWODsm8zbuqC4nqDwk4U1MAAy8w-oH_t2rWzq5TAkHPG-k6Vo2KdSdh0iySVFaICSe7Ef3_9jtG1JutjFNVSvLcdmdM46CKIytwWp0GRRMH6GWlbRT5SUVvjoc/s400/couv1.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">YES.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-87144368878884764432010-04-22T02:42:00.001+02:002010-04-22T02:50:13.995+02:00stylish...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">... but not tango.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then again, I DID come to NYC in part to get a feel for the "cosmopolitango"(can I copyright that? or do people already use this?) that a big city like New York might offer. Instead, I left the workshop with the wrath of God inside of me, put on my sunglasses, turned up some Turkish dance remixes on my iPod, and what did I do? I went shopping. Because the night before someone had approached me and said, "Hey, are you a model?" In NYC that's pretty impressive. Or it was just a creepy guy hitting on me (but everyone needs self-esteem boosters, and often!). So thanks, creepy guy. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">lthough all of Europe has been shut down, and everyone's facebook updates say "stupid volcano, I'm stuck in Milano," (heaven forbid!), I saw these photos and nearly cried over their beauty. They come from </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman;"><a href="http://www.swisseduc.ch/stromboli/perm/iceland/index-en.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Stromboli Online</span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">, a Swiss channel. "I want your love, and I want your revenge..."</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">IN PARIS</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the Argentine tango one shoe longs for a partner,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seeking always the displacement of a sole</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the slow brush of a leg, the grip of a thigh.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Separated by languages and nations – </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-- hecho en Buenos Aires</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fabriqué en France – </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Leather, suede, gold becomes flesh and finds</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As flesh never fails to find</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A shadowed counterpart in a heel, a strap, a lace…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">… A milonguero is a lonely man,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A milonguera a troubled woman.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At the end of a dance</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To remember a name is useless,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While like a panther the leather flesh senses across the room</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A new lover: more stylish, younger,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Perhaps more experienced, burning eternally </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To step in the space of a sole</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On a night of champagne and violins.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">II.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Argentine longs for a partner,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seeking always in the slow brush of the grip of a</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Buenos Aires</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">France – </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Leather, suede, gold</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">never fails to find</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A counterpart in a heel, a strap, a lace…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">… A milonguero is</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A milonguera is useless.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like a panther the flesh senses across the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lover, younger</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Perhaps more</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To step in the space of a night. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">III.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Displacement</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the grip of languages and nations – </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fabriqué en France </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A shadow…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a lonely man,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a woman.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a dance</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a name</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a panther </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A new lover</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in the </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">night.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">IV.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the one shoe for a partner,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seeking always the displacement of a…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">…In the slow brush of a leg, the grip of a thigh.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Separated by languages and nations – </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-- hecho en Buenos Aires</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fabriqué en France – </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Leather, suede, gold becomes flesh and finds</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As flesh never fails to find</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A shadowed counterpart in a heel, a strap, a lace</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">is a lonely man,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a troubled woman</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At the end.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To remember is useless.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While a panther, the leather flesh, senses the room</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A lover more stylish, younger,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Perhaps experienced eternally </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To step in champagne.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-j.a.</span></i></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-39410682990599518162010-04-11T03:49:00.005+02:002010-04-11T04:01:16.329+02:00new layout!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How do you like it? It's not as cozy as the old layout, but I kinda like its chic-ness. I've been playing around with this "Blogger-in-Draft" thing as a means for procrastination, and making up for the fact that my photos from Cairo keep getting rejected by my dying computer and won't upload. I tried to upload photos from the Swiss Club Practica this morning, and was so depressed by the fact that my computer completely destroyed my new external hard drive (why??) that, what did I do? I went to get my haircut. Again. Even though it's been 5 weeks, I'm in the clear, but I even had to check my blog posts to make sure that I didn't get my haircut an insanely short time ago.</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had so much to tell you... So much to show you! The amazing chocolate I bought in Switzerland, the very Swiss-like interior of the Swiss Club in Cairo (no, I'm not from Switzerland, I'm just developing a small obsession with this country that I have been in for a total of 3 hours)... Have to wait until Tuesday, when I get a new computer (ISA).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right now I am in Arabica, one of my favourite cafes, and I just ate a wrap with bresaola and rocket (very Egyptian, yea). Tomorrow I'm finally going to the Coptic Museum to see the Nag Hammadi texts, which I'm currently reading for a course.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spent a day at ain sokhna, lounging with friends on the beach and having an adventure in a raft that drifted too far out to sea ("we're all going to be eaten by stingrays!!!") - let me tell you, Egypt is a crazy place, and Cairo is its old crazy self. Because of my adventures at the beach I missed my favourite Saturday night milonga, but I was relaxing on a terrace, eating great food with great company, and devouring chocolate cake, wine, and mint tea. I've been craving this type of evening forever, that exhausted feeling you have after spending the day in the sun, swimming, putting your clothes back on and having a meal, watching the sunset, the sea quiet in the background. What could be nicer? It's a damn good life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not so much other news, apart from finding strangely that my Arabic is better than it was in December. I guess I've spent the last three months in a bored/meditative state, everyone says I seem more relaxed, less worried, but I think it's because in the states you don't have to worry about getting hit by a car every time you walk on the street, or jump over thousands of obstacles from broken sidewalks to weirdly-placed palm trees to cats. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is something someone said to me the other day: <b>"America is like a gourmet meal without any flavour. In Egypt, the meal is not so fancy, but it sets your tongue on fire."</b> There are good and bad things about this statement (for instance, you could get terrible food poisoning - literally AND metaphorically) - but in general I agree with it. On the other hand, one of the only benefits I've gotten in the states these last few months is super-clean laundry. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So is the choice between "<b>exciting life with food poisoning</b>" and "<b>boring life with clean clothes</b>"?? Hm. Maybe a little of both is necessary to keep one's feet on the ground. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>j.a.</i></span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-51450451618050325322010-03-17T06:58:00.000+02:002010-03-17T06:58:25.917+02:00dancing tango under the occupation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paris, 1943;</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hogBsfWgSTM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hogBsfWgSTM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(thus spoke youtube).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Black & white photographs of artists, France, and tango, and you have me hooked. I notice that in France during the tango craze the trend is for women to sing & record tangos (in French of course), while absolutely none of the singers from Buenos Aires any time before the 70s are women... These could just be the recordings I have, but all the old Gardel, di Sarli, Pugliese, d'Arienzo, Canaro, Troilo songs that have words are all sung by men.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seems only natural given the nature of the tango and tango lyrics ("oh i loved a woman, she forgot me, now all i do is drink wine and so i will probably die tomorrow" &etc) ...So I wonder, who twisted tango in France into a woman's chanson?</span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-39763532687172051302010-03-14T20:41:00.000+02:002010-03-14T20:41:41.845+02:00it's been so long<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lack of (s)inspiration in my life right now; tango trials making me want to hibernate, meditate, and return with a clear head.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am choreographing (yes, oh la la, <i>choreographing</i>) a solo Borgesian tango for a university project. I'm making a dance film. Inspired by the Borges stories "The South" and "The Zahir." Ever mixed tango with sufi dancing and kabbalistic maps of the body?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know it's probably extremely politically incorrect to 1) choreograph a tango 2) choreograph a tango in which there is no lead, but one follow following herself 3) make tango something that it's not,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but this thing is going to great, involving a red ribbon, a compass, a jaguar ring, sufi spinning, and death by planeo, all to the Gotan Project's "Vuelvo al Sur."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">..any thoughts?</span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-62526811301380823342010-03-01T09:09:00.000+02:002010-03-01T09:09:00.882+02:00miracle tango shoes found at local shoe storeA<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">fter my bad milonga night, after being rescued by Egyptians at Starbucks, I woke up the next day to get my haircut. I refuse despair at all times (at most times), even if it means doing something stupid like getting your haircut exactly 3.8 weeks after your last haircut. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The miracle happened afterwards, when I was walking down the street running my hands through my salon styled hair, black scarf and big grey sweater making me confident à la 60s french film star (which I still have to consciously convince myself that I am NOT) and I decided to stop into a shoe store. I thought, with a sigh, that maybe it's time for me to look for a practica shoe. I started looking for flexible little flat sneakers that I could stand to wear on a dance floor.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you ever get claustrophobic at a milonga? I don't mean because of the crowds of people blocking you on the floor, maneuvering as best they can because the place is so packed with tango dancers... Tonight, after about two hours, all I wanted to do was dance, but the last thing on earth I wanted was for someone to look at me, approach me, and ask me to dance. I was almost panicked, and that doesn't make for good dancing. Even the idea of having a pleasant conversation with someone at one of the tables was horrifying. I wanted to dance, but I wanted to disappear even more (but no, not like that scene in Flashdance).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, knowing nothing good could come out of this emotional state, I put on my street shoes and called a taxi. My whole being put up a sign: don't approach, see? I even put on my street shoes to keep you away from me while I wait for my taxi. A Russian came up to me and said, "That's it?" The milonga was supposed to go to 3am. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't feeling well, that was why I was leaving, and I suppose I really wasn't feeling well. God, if tango brings me a whole </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">new </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">set of neuroses, I won't know what to do...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left, and when the taxi let me off I stopped into a local café (ha, starbucks) to drown my sorrows. I thought about how I was too poor to buy a bottle of wine (it's the end of the month and my money flew away on tango classes, practicas, and milongas) and I felt worse.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, like a sign from heaven, I sit down with my hot chocolate (very self-destructive, I know, I need to stop drinking) and there are two men speaking Arabic on the couch behind me. I know, like it's in my blood, that by the way they are talking, they are Egyptian. Mish maA'oul, yani, ba'oulak eie, mafeesh wa'at; ah, yani, helwa kidda, and all of that. I am suddenly at Pastroudis again. Or Arabica. Or Om Kolthoum. Or Stiletto. Or anywhere in that dusty, insane place that I call home.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tend to be continually pulled by two things in life: Egypt and tango. When one "life" disappoints me, the other fulfills me. When I was suffering in Egypt, tango reminded me that there was incredible beauty in the world. Now it's Egypt's turn to pick me up, but I still have to live with the fact that I will be a foreigner in every country I go. I will never be truly Egyptian, I will never be truly American, I will never be French even though I speak like a Parisian, never Russian nor Argentinian or... anything, really. I'm a stateless emigrée. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"We find a country in these words..." I once wrote. But now I'm beginning to think we find a country in these embraces, these sad, lonely little bodies that search for a love that lasts 3 minutes. Sometimes it's beautiful; sometimes it's just awful. Who ever said any of this is easy...? Anyhow, I'm sleeping in my AUC sweatshirt tonight.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That doesn't mean, however, that I don't develop blisters on my feet, and especially calluses on the inside part of my big toe. At this point these calluses are unavoidable, because I dance all the time with my feet turned out and it's only natural that most of the resistance develops on the inside parts of the toes. But it's gotten to the point where my toes are so sore that the pain keeps me from turning my feet out as much as I should. Now </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> is a problem.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Apparently the best thing to do to these rotten calluses is use a pumice stone and DESTROY THEM. And also to wrap your toes when you aren't dancing. For the ballerinas out there (merkel) this is old news, but tomorrow I will give my feet the royal treatment with a long shower, pumice attack (!!), wrapping, and a nice, cushy (but stylish, mind you, who do you think I am?) shoe.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitT2zvtbWv-LgDH3_onLkw1bR7oAfo3Acn96vwLhmdpf6dxe3OqcaUcd5bQR3AXbvQnAPgM1hc9fzCQWIpD0XC9Fa7rFXMnU0IoQb5Wz_5pIMf8m7wo4KZWEAlaPBQHhSaIWVQpQkwtvA/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitT2zvtbWv-LgDH3_onLkw1bR7oAfo3Acn96vwLhmdpf6dxe3OqcaUcd5bQR3AXbvQnAPgM1hc9fzCQWIpD0XC9Fa7rFXMnU0IoQb5Wz_5pIMf8m7wo4KZWEAlaPBQHhSaIWVQpQkwtvA/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" width="240" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When somebody opens a bottle of wine, I can't help but feel joyous even before I taste it. The popping of the cork set against an old Gardel recording and soft, dim orange light is one of those beautiful images that isn't exactly rare at a milonga, but it still sends my romantic soul swooning. I barely danced, just sat with the DJ/instructor and some friends watching the others dance; we got to know each other better under the truth-telling influence of a happy Malbec. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vino veritas</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. At the end of the night I shared a great dance to one of my favourite songs (Paris Texas, Gotan Project) and left, wined-up and feeling great. Wine - don't ever forget it. How can you?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Other news. In the last few days I have purchased a few pairs of leg warmers (very practical for both dancing and the winter wind), one of them <b>HOT PINK</b> (definitely not my style but complements my style perfectly, since I wear usually black, grey, white, & beige), and I'm just obsessed with them. Really. I look at them all the time, sitting contentedly in my sock drawer as they talk casually to my other socks (yes, my socks have personalities, all of my other clothes do not), I put them on, I spin around, I laugh. I'm wearing hot pink for the first time in years, and I'm loving it. I must admit I found it a little strange that some of the people covering NY Fashion Week seemed to talk about leg warmers as the "new obsession" for spring - I thought people have always been wearing them? And especially in the last 4 years, revived? etc? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And another thing I'm doing that I haven't done in years -- I'm eating a packet of M&Ms!! Seriously, it must be 3 years now since I've had an M&M - for a chocolate-lover, this is strange, non? And I'm in loooove again...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GwypOcalrlYaAG6WD7BOpYxobgh12GJDrYN7E63fXpCV2TtzUqk0PP55vNGtgZ3SmKKMnRm7UkMU1gSdpJU0UANME4VYhp0j0B56tDz2cDeWl7h6g1anAPjTha5l7-NV8lXDl36jUH0/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GwypOcalrlYaAG6WD7BOpYxobgh12GJDrYN7E63fXpCV2TtzUqk0PP55vNGtgZ3SmKKMnRm7UkMU1gSdpJU0UANME4VYhp0j0B56tDz2cDeWl7h6g1anAPjTha5l7-NV8lXDl36jUH0/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">LOOK AT ALL THE COLOURS!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span> </div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-27478523237872156992010-02-21T05:57:00.000+02:002010-02-21T05:57:33.401+02:00eva and che dance a vals<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are two things Madonna can't do (yes, just two) - the first is, of course, act -- Madonna can't act. The second is dance Argentine tango. Look, Madonna can do practically everything better than I can (except act & dance tango), so let me make fun of her gancho/boleo combination at around second 59 of this video:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is a video of Junior Carvalho and Mabel Rivero dancing to "Nothing Else Matters":</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And here we have Daniela Pucci and Luis Bianchi dancing to... "Nothing Else Matters":</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeFDIwxCq5g&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeFDIwxCq5g&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And my absolute favourite is the video of Ismael Ludman and Maria Mondino dancing to... Nothing Else Matters (Metallica). I have this video on my computer, but it was given to me under strict confidence that I would NOT publish it... I searched all over the internet for it but alas, it doesn't appear to be published. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight in my class, which was a basic review of close embrace & ochos, the instructor played one song for us to practice to for an hour and a half. Can you guess what it was?? NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!! Has anyone else encountered this song over and over and over again in the exclusive and eccentric world that is the Argentine tango? Please, someone enlighten me!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And because I robbed you of Ismael y Maria (who are my absolute favourite tango couple ever) dancing to this mysterious song, here is another video for you to enjoy. I love watching them dance because they are so theatrical, their technique is practically perfect, they happily dance to electronic tango, and yet remain so faithful to the spirit of tango that it makes me want to cry (with joy). Before I go on too long...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIHHqfslJgk&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIHHqfslJgk&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I'm off to write a paper on the Hypostasis of the Archons... Gnosticism. Wish me luck. Maybe I can relate it to nothing else matters?? Oh wait, that's just tango... </span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-25578261639160309622010-02-15T00:27:00.003+02:002010-02-15T00:36:16.079+02:00(happy) valentine's day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Again I could not resist myself with this beautiful movie, Un Homme et Une Femme. The song played is "plus fort que nous" by Francis Lai.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For Valentine's day this year, Claude Lelouch, the director of Un Homme et Une Femme, returned to Deauville where he filmed Anouk Aimée and Jean-Louis Trintignant fall in love in 1966. This time he filmed thousands of couples on the Deauville beach as they ran to each other to embrace et embrasser! The result is a crazy and charming little hommage à l'amour. </span><a href="http://www.ouest-france.fr/ofdernmin_-St-Valentin-Claude-Lelouch-vous-invite-a-vous-embrasser-a-Deauville_42314-1260942-pere-bno_filDMA.Htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can find the article by clicking here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - to see the film, click on the red "video" icon below the photograph and select the video called "s'embrasser devant la caméra de Lelouch."</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-55202716958425950062010-02-13T23:46:00.002+02:002010-02-14T00:13:33.392+02:00tango en ciel de lit<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes when I'm bored and have not so much to do, I put on my tango shoes. Then I start moving around, sometimes I get the idea to film myself for technique correction. This is a very useful thing to do!</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But lately I just dance around to Brigitte Bardot like an idiot, because my nights are ever so eventful, and so I decided to combine forces: a tango video to Brigitte Bardot. I was practicing boleos (continuing instruction from Fernanda Cajide), and you can see by the end of the video I get a bit carried away and my technique & form COMPLETELY die. But I don't really care- who doesn't secretly wish that at a milonga once in awhile, they play 60s french pop? And not just for the cortina...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">boleos for one - tango en ciel de lit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GApnt4ZtJKY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GApnt4ZtJKY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><br />
</div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-5286728898050085352010-02-10T23:16:00.002+02:002010-02-10T23:19:25.433+02:00snow, snowstorm, snow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In celebration of both the snowstorm and my love for Doctor Zhivago, I just have to model my fur hat for you:</span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know if you can see it in the background, but there is a photo from Doctor Zhivago on the wall, with Yuri and Lara wearing hats quite similar!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What does one do in a snowstorm?? <b>Anna Akhmatova, the great Russian poet</b>, has some ideas:</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Empty white Christmastide.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Snow, snowstorm, snow.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let the roads be an ice-rink -</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've nowhere to go!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A.A. January 1914</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-61284093670538998552010-02-08T04:50:00.000+02:002010-02-08T04:50:58.589+02:00la trattoria<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">La Trattoria is one of Cairo's best restaurants. It's on 13 El-Maraashli St., which is right around the corner from 37A Ahmed Heshmat (my old apartment) - lucky me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Strangely enough, this picture is taken from Omar Sharif's favourite table. You can often see him dining there, and I have had the pleasure of sharing drinks with this wonderful, elegant gentleman numerous times because of mutual friends. The first time I met him was at the bar in November 2008; and was again introduced to him when I got to know the owners of the restaurant and their friends again in October 2009. Needless to say, La Trattoria is a relaxing place with good food and a fine selection of "under-the-table" imported wines.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUH_BOCVByQ44YPkV6nS0q6OO69_-Lw1O1LN3e9ILLUEfNo7W38CiTbrzOv0_X6Qp5Z7KgumF2Tjrt5voYt78fUDIQkJVObbTfmde3yjCJQfLLTpZERvwHmHQ_4dy-Vvvtsvkuxjy3b0o/s1600-h/la+trattoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUH_BOCVByQ44YPkV6nS0q6OO69_-Lw1O1LN3e9ILLUEfNo7W38CiTbrzOv0_X6Qp5Z7KgumF2Tjrt5voYt78fUDIQkJVObbTfmde3yjCJQfLLTpZERvwHmHQ_4dy-Vvvtsvkuxjy3b0o/s400/la+trattoria.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss the kind, humorous waiters there, and the elegance that few people know how to preserve in a post-revolution Egypt...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you love Doctor Zhivago (and Mr. Sharif) as much as I do, watch out for my next post...</span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-20248772069349912532010-02-07T00:05:00.000+02:002010-02-07T00:05:41.707+02:00in tango, attention to detail<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know it's poor form to take tango videos without the dancers' permission, but since there is very little dancing you see, I want to post it because I want to make a different point with this video. I took it, sneakily with an iphone, at Providence Tango before Fernanda Cajide taught an excellent class on boleos.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JO6IosChoEw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JO6IosChoEw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There isn't much going on in this video - the dancers are doing back ochos, the instructor is watching them. The reason why I love this video is because it shows why I love good tango instructors -- </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">attention to detail</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Perfectionists. Form. In the video, the instructor stops the woman while she is doing her back ocho and adjusts the position of her leg. The angle of her foot. Anyone can do an ocho, a boleo, etc., but when I take a class with an expert, I want that person to tell me all of the things they see wrong about my dancing. If my foot is not turned out enough, I </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">do</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> want them to stop me and turn it out for me, so I have the physical memory. I want my instructor to be just as obsessive about my form as I am, and whenever I see someone adjusting someone's body position, the turn of their foot, the setting of their shoulders or turning of the torso, I am inspired by perfection and connection. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I suppose that's the paradox of tango... Connection is always imperfect because it involves two human beings... and yet each of us individually strives for a perfection of form that can only come about through the trials and errors of embrace. And together, through our imperfections, we try to dance a beautiful tango... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alors... Vous avez mon salut...!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-11659151768286595832010-02-06T07:40:00.001+02:002010-02-06T08:03:56.675+02:00let's face it, designer sunglasses are made in italy.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been aware for some time that I have a problem. It began in Cairo, January 2009. I bought a pair of Police sunglasses with a friend of mine, who bought Givenchy for 770LE.</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...And what followed??</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvwkJoJs6dMHGNZGQusjjVuV6t2DFn6obMqVBji0XGmipyWeGIUdjWNnrw1lfjcHSTgrKAUAt8qmAFnK7nVRH16kfL9lIGLZ7HbnhHRXrfOvFVZ3QEROoS3ZV-AhLE2YywgxmVCp1RJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvwkJoJs6dMHGNZGQusjjVuV6t2DFn6obMqVBji0XGmipyWeGIUdjWNnrw1lfjcHSTgrKAUAt8qmAFnK7nVRH16kfL9lIGLZ7HbnhHRXrfOvFVZ3QEROoS3ZV-AhLE2YywgxmVCp1RJ8/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EzQ4DiIgpKHx8TdAVCrwD0DsNPMJcN-JuA1Fos_L-UPjm59sf27PpxfQ3L0wd0wwgGOehZOMLfrMhi48HOrpjKmDDvKZirh8P7GPrOiGoSF6wqjO93gbcyiLO1GI6uIWKSiCeBkKv6M/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EzQ4DiIgpKHx8TdAVCrwD0DsNPMJcN-JuA1Fos_L-UPjm59sf27PpxfQ3L0wd0wwgGOehZOMLfrMhi48HOrpjKmDDvKZirh8P7GPrOiGoSF6wqjO93gbcyiLO1GI6uIWKSiCeBkKv6M/s400/IMG_0222.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was the last of them, I thought, surely one cannot find a more perfect pair of sunglasses than the Ray-Ban Wayfarer... But no. I was seduced, in November of 2009, by MANGO in Cairo...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAg4PUb7t1r6n_ATn4jkZWMrpwAfjfTVN1xADjAFyGCUrLTYUncJmGS-82TcYKHSZZ8B-S5ZLFJfUuoClq-9ksgSCRBD8WoMaSZykPc_Nf3ZTOeFky6EqAbeOxVyjlQKwF_TiYtoTvGnk/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAg4PUb7t1r6n_ATn4jkZWMrpwAfjfTVN1xADjAFyGCUrLTYUncJmGS-82TcYKHSZZ8B-S5ZLFJfUuoClq-9ksgSCRBD8WoMaSZykPc_Nf3ZTOeFky6EqAbeOxVyjlQKwF_TiYtoTvGnk/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, most recently, most shamefully, a pair of Wayfarer imitators to counter-act my Wayfarer originals...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gcPElE1sC7iY1_yJaR_PlF0OOD8nnn7ml1PAqThSuDlDiovBhhkXrNxjwupgsvAYYvr5QYxRSDY_0rIHdGJ3lduvZSIgr2WjTuh4S1MQVBiJaJeAIXmjeOh2162fGrZOYKkIQD-_WhM/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gcPElE1sC7iY1_yJaR_PlF0OOD8nnn7ml1PAqThSuDlDiovBhhkXrNxjwupgsvAYYvr5QYxRSDY_0rIHdGJ3lduvZSIgr2WjTuh4S1MQVBiJaJeAIXmjeOh2162fGrZOYKkIQD-_WhM/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first thing I look for in a pair of sunglasses is its weight. You can tell if a pair of sunglasses has a perfect weight, they're designer. Not that I care so much about owning designer sunglasses; 3 of the 5 pairs you see above are not designer sunglasses (MANGO does not count as designer!) -- however, it's just a habit I've developed, discerning whether certain brands of sunglasses are authentic by their weight, the materials they use. Quality is important. For instance, I was in a shop in Cairo looking for the (somewhere) above black wayfarers, and the salesman gave me a great deal on a pair of Ray-Bans - 510LE, about $90USD. This is $20 less than most places. The catch? They were 100% fake, although they looked immaculate and like the real thing. How could I tell? The way they had written "MADE IN ITALY" on the stem. Wayfarer doesn't write Made in Italy. They write, Hand Made in Italy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_KR7O47hAOeted0d4nFbWotFRtmARKan16B_G5XPiBYCdG3O-TOVhWDUKGdwRVIkCA-J99OcRAdZmZTMZHULrcr77BB6ibbgibUYfvtbdt-kng5IO6yOqLA1YBzMbaag_rJlB0xnVbM/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_KR7O47hAOeted0d4nFbWotFRtmARKan16B_G5XPiBYCdG3O-TOVhWDUKGdwRVIkCA-J99OcRAdZmZTMZHULrcr77BB6ibbgibUYfvtbdt-kng5IO6yOqLA1YBzMbaag_rJlB0xnVbM/s200/IMG_0220.JPG" width="200" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, they might as well have been...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46BqmsZrygSunST0agRBJVbZ-dj3Dj3BV7h9xoiw7HKJV8VBkxBjShZzTcvdnyI3wfcgQDW6oAZ-dJUooBSoNCsKCB9btKpNDO347StZV_voIKiF0FNbAr43ol_Gv3QnA3mmEQh6nl1o/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46BqmsZrygSunST0agRBJVbZ-dj3Dj3BV7h9xoiw7HKJV8VBkxBjShZzTcvdnyI3wfcgQDW6oAZ-dJUooBSoNCsKCB9btKpNDO347StZV_voIKiF0FNbAr43ol_Gv3QnA3mmEQh6nl1o/s200/IMG_0219.JPG" width="200" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let's face it, designer sunglasses are made in Italy, and there is no comparison. I know, I know. I have a problem. Who else sits around on Friday night with all of her sunglasses sprawled out on her bed thinking, "Let's do a photo-shoot!" What's sad is, I have 2 pairs of sunglasses I left out of this photo-shoot. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To be fair, I just got back from a great class on BOLEOS with Fernanda Cajide, and my feet hurt, and I am only writing this post because I am waiting for a video I took to upload to YouTube so that you can all see some of the tango bootlegging I did tonight...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirT5r4TP2owzVZXvxJK_f8DHjq88nQzBCUmpkPUpOpe7bg_LKLvj25bd-aQWRsdGTo0ynkrhwC3XcZgWAsNGg-B04t2TOjqtv467KEgY8AWrFzoPXkDNhAYlj6UB3L5NHqem4jAtuO9oQ/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirT5r4TP2owzVZXvxJK_f8DHjq88nQzBCUmpkPUpOpe7bg_LKLvj25bd-aQWRsdGTo0ynkrhwC3XcZgWAsNGg-B04t2TOjqtv467KEgY8AWrFzoPXkDNhAYlj6UB3L5NHqem4jAtuO9oQ/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BE ITALIAN!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">j.a.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697676425764845492.post-70285993760706810112010-02-05T01:43:00.000+02:002010-02-05T01:43:25.306+02:00un homme et une femme<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Early Valentine's day gift, I couldn't help myself:</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9Wx78z6L0A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9Wx78z6L0A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From "Un Homme et Une Femme" (1966), Pierre Barouh sings the Samba Sarava.</span></div>juju arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141672969362874848noreply@blogger.com3