Wonderland Weekly #4

Weekly wordy wanderings welcomed on Wednesdays.

Wonderland in Media:

S. J. Tucker’s “Cheshire Kitten (We’re All Mad Here)” from the album Mischief. I love all of her work, and particularly this album, but this song is wonderful and plays directly into the themes of this blog. The whole thing is madly quotable, but here’s a mere snipit:

“I grew up seeing things a little differently, appearing, disappearing, hardly innocent, nor tied down to the ground. I learned to roll and tumble with the punches, glory in my stripes and spots walk by invisible and never make a sound.”

Quote of the Week:

One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. ~Lewis Carroll


Have a wonderful week my friends.


Dance and Physics

I recently looked up information on physics as applied to dance, with actual results! I’ve googled the physics and math of dance before, several times, but I guess I never got my wording just right. Turns out “physics of fouette” worked really well, except I didn’t find anything out about the physics of a fouette. The posts were all about fouette turns, which is not exactly what I was looking for, but my search did lead to this article and a few other semi-useful things.

Lately in class I have applied my findings. I still need to stretch out my hip-flexers/psoas more in order to fully utilize the physics. It’s difficult to keep your center of gravity directly over the floor support in order to equal a zero force when your pelvis insists on being overly tilted. But the idea is there, and it is helpful.

I find this all so fascinating and am working to more fully understand it, so keep a look out for posts along these lines. 🙂 Mostly today I just wanted to share about Ken Laws, so you should go check him out here!

Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance? ~Lewis Carroll

“I was part of his dream, too!”

If you don’t know where you are going, any road will take you there.

Questioning reality can be exhausting. It’s hard not to question it, though, when you see signs of it everyday and yet can’t prove its existence.

I have this, well I call it a problem, but like most things, you can look at it differently and find it to be a gift. Only I haven’t yet figured out exactly how it’s helpful. Sometimes I detach from reality, a kind of depersonalization or derealization. I know who I am but I don’t feel like I’m me. I think it’s difficult to explain, but if you’ve ever passed out and had that feeling of floating outside of your body right before hand, it’s a bit like that. (Which is why I was very confused the first time I passed out, because the sensation at first wasn’t foreign to me.)

Why do I bring this up? Well it has to do with a recurrent theme in dreams I’ve had. I had them a lot this summer. I would go out to a parking lot, and I would be utterly unable to find my car. The dreams actually escalated from there. Suddenly my car was stolen and I was chasing down the person that did it. When it was stolen from me at gun point outside of a candy shop that was also a Claire’s, I realized it was getting out of control.

It’s all about knowing where you’re going in life, and this summer I had just graduated from college and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I moved and got a job and an apprenticeship and the dreams went away.

Until last night.

Last night I dreamed that I was looking for my car again, only I noticed a variation. I kept finding other cars that looked like my car, but they weren’t quite right.

If that’s not a metaphor for multipotentiality, well, I don’t know, this turn of phrase seemed useful until I started it.

Anyway, that’s kind of how I feel lately, and I wonder how many other multipotentialites feel like that, too.  I feel like there are all these “cars” that could be mine, but they just aren’t, and I can’t find my own car.

It also doesn’t help that I feel a constant sense of unreality, like even my waking time is all just a dream. But then I am merely a tangled hierarchy consciousness stuck in Dabrowski’s unilevel disintegration.

I hesitate to share this post, as it is a bit personal and specific, but it’s things like that that have helped me, and maybe this will help someone else.

No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise. ~Lewis Carroll

Wonderland Weekly Vol. 3

Weekly wordy wanderings welcomed on Wednesdays.

Wonderland in Media:

What the Bleep Do We Know: Down the Rabbit Hole: Excellent film exploring physics and its connection to spirituality. “The rabbit hole, and how deep, and how far, we want to go, is really how far, how much do you want to discover about your true nature.” “Alice went down the rabbit hole where she met the mad hatter. The hatter was mad, and the idea is you want to get out of the rabbit hole after you’ve gone in.”

I particularly love the Dr. Quantum bits. 

Quote of the Week:

‘I never ask advice about growing,’ Alice said indignantly.

‘Too proud?’ the other enquired.

Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. ‘I mean,’ she said, ‘that one ca’n’t help growing older.’


I grew older this week. I turned twenty and four. Which just happens to be forty-two backwards. 

I have more posts in the works, but I haven’t had much time lately to really finish them up. So, likely, there will be several posts all at once sometime in the next couple of weeks. 

Furthermore, today happens to be the spring equinox! Or Ostara. I think Ostara is a fascinating day, and the ties to the Christian Easter are just as fascinating. But I think I’ll cover that in a week and a half and just suffice it to say  today:

May Ostara bring joy and easiness into your lives,
may her fertility be passed over to you and may your dreams, ideas, wishes, plans ripen and bear new fruits.

May the loveliness of spring open your hearts and may you understand the beauty of being and take it in.

Full of strength and new energy you shall walk into the brightness of the awakening spring and you shall leave the darkness of the past time behind.

Let go all former burdens and get rid of the ballast still hindering you.
Free and with new strength your feet shall carry you towards dawn.

May Ostara bless you all!  ~ (via this)


Wonderland Weekly Vol 2

Weekly wordy wanderings welcomed on Wednesdays.

Wonderland in Media:

The Matrix – “You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”

Quote of the Week:

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?


Today in ballet, I discovered it is very difficult to focus on your center of gravity being directly over the floor surface, torque, and angular momentum, when your teacher is standing behind you saying, “Reach for the cute Doctor. Reach for David . . . David Tennant! Yeah, he’s the cute one.” 😉 I have an awesome teacher.


Happy Birthday Douglas Adams!

I was delighted to see the Google doodle today was in celebration of Douglas Adams. It is such a shame that he died so young. I think he was a brilliant man. I remember sitting on my bed for a couple of hours one day, and reading straight through The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I laughed so hard and I thought so hard and it flew by way too fast. I then devoured the rest of the “trilogy.” I own the movie, and I’ve seen the tv show. And any time there is a question that I don’t know a specific answer to, I say 42. That number, 42, has become a huge part of my life. (Sadly I have not finished all of Adams’ works, but I will at some point, I hope.)

It reminds me to laugh. It reminds me to think. It reminds me that things aren’t always as they seem, and that the only way to fly is to throw yourself at the ground and miss. (Or perhaps not, if you’re a sperm whale.)

I’m very glad to see this small tribute to someone with a huge influence on my life.

Happy birthday Mr. Adams, and thank you for all you’ve done for these mostly harmless folks. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget my towel today.

And a very merry unbirthday to you, dear reader! (Unless of course it is your birthday today. Then happy birthday to you as well.) So many March birthdays, in fact, mine is a week from today! Yay for Pisces. 😉

Questioning the Prescriptive Vs. Descriptive Nature of our Culture

“The measure of intelligence is the ability to change.”

~Albert Einstein

This “Real” Harlem Shake video was posted on Facebook today.

It’s always interesting to me to see people on their soap boxes, mostly because I am an eternal Devil’s Advocate. I love to disagree. I think I’ve been like that since I was very small. My poor mother hates it when I pull out the “Nuh-uh!”

Here’s my argument: just because it is different, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

Aks (yes that is there on purpose) any Buddhist what they think about change, and they will probably tell you that nothing is permanent and everything is in a constant state of flux.

It actually seems a bit unnatural to even attempt to stifle change. Enter our terms: prescriptive and descriptive

The first thing I loved about my linguistics class in college was learning that most linguists are descriptive linguistics, because forcing things to stay the same is not nearly as much fun as learning and observing them as they change!

I could almost write a book about my thoughts on this single video, and I’m trying to restrain myself and get to my main point.

So, may I be so bold as to propose these questions: Isn’t the Harlem Shake (either one) less about the prescriptive, formal system and more about a descriptive, cultural idea? Change is normal, right and wrong aren’t applicable, and this phenomenon is just another part of a larger dialogue. Everything has worth. (And I am including that video, because  I mean it, everything.)

The facebook post I saw also made mention of an issue of getting educated. It cited another example of a ballet step being “renamed” in the competition dance world. As far as the “getting educated” thing goes, I, personally, feel like education is less about facts and history and more about open mindedness and continuing rational conversations. The cultural appropriation and history of the Harlem Shake is an important aspect of this conversation, but, stop with Harris-Perry’s argument (and all of its fallacies) and you aren’t exploring the idea fully. It is educational, but it’s not education.

We must question everything, but rule nothing out.

On that note, check out these other interesting and completely valid takes on the topic. Like this one, or this one.

(A simple Google search will provide many more opinions.)

Also, enjoy this guy, that I first saw on George Takei’s facebook page, though talking about that sort of thing (not really copyright, but similar) is a WHOLE other topic.

‘That is not said right,’ said the Caterpillar.

‘Not quite right, I’m afraid,’ said Alice, timidly; ‘some of the words have got altered.’

‘It is wrong from beginning to end,’ said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.