What's So Fine About Art?
November 03, 2009

Early Morning San Francisco

Some of you might remember that about two years ago I mentioned taking a tribal belly dance class, and though I don't talk about it much, I'm still taking the class. In fact, once a week I drive to Fremont to practice with one of the other girls in class.

For those of you not familiar with the bay area, Fremont is sort of in the east bay and normally about a 20 minute drive from my house without traffic. Of course, I'm not making the drive there during this lovely "without traffic" time. I'm driving in the height of commuter traffic, so that 20 minute drive? It takes an hour.

Normally, this would annoy me. But when I get there, I get to dance. And on the way there? I get to listen to my ipod for an ENTIRE HOUR. Also, I get to sing at the top of my lungs. For me, this is therapy. I could have had the crappiest of crappy days, but if it's a day I'm driving to Fremont, I know everything will eventually be okay because I can sing (scream, would be more accurate) it all out while I'm stuck in traffic. I'm so happy about the ipod listening and the happy screaming that I don't even care that there's traffic! The dancing is pretty therapeutic too, but the ipod listening just makes the journey that much better.

Some highlights from my drive tonight (links open on blip.fm):
The Pixies - Where's My Mind
The Old 97's - The Barrier Reef
That Dog - Never Say Never



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