Beard
June 20th 2003 -
Beard
The beard is now gone. Actually, I shaved it off on Sunday, but it’s been a slow news week so I thought I might save this bit of trivia. All through the week, expressions of mock astonishment have been cast in my direction. One person, who has not seen me without the beard before, could not make the connection and couldn’t (and still can’t) work out who I am, although I talked to him a number of times when I had the beard.
It’s this kind of thing that makes life the rich pagent that it is.
Dancing
The noble Tango has suffered debasement after debasement as Anna and I continue with our dancing lessons. Actually, it would be nice to debase the Tango a bit more, but of the ten dancing lessons (Title: The mambo and the Tango) only three have been actually dedicated to a very basic Tango, and the dance instructor admits a dislike for and unfamiliarity with the Tango, thus putting her right next to Adolf Hitler, in my book. So, after four weeks of mambo, we went on to the Tango, finished *that* after another three weeks, and over last week and this week have gone on to the cha-cha, a feeble and ludicrous dance suitable only for stomping inferior cask-wine grapes. Even the mambo was better than the cha-cha, and I was not overly fond of that one except for the (incorrect) assumption that it would in some way prepare us for the Tango. Feh. They have nothing in common. These dance lessons have only cemented my belief that the Tango is the One True Dance. All others suck.
Weekend
This weekend is dedicated to preparing for the Spit invasion in two weeks time. I’m preparing and sending off some singles CDs for Marco, becoming more used to Cubase (I’ll try recording some test music of some sort. Heheheh.), and getting the necessary cables to run the studio setup. Should be good fun.