Dancing in the Kitchen

I haven't posted in a couple of weeks, and I'm starting to get complaints. It's been a tumultuous time. I spent a week in Auburn and I just couldn't think clearly enough to post. Now I'm back in Portland and I still don't have much to say.

I'm really enjoying getting to know my new roommate Jenna. She is a hip hop dancer and goes out to clubs and dances in cages. Chris and I are supposedly going to a club with her tonight. We'll see. Last night she gave Chris and me hip hop dance lessons in the kitchen while our homemade pizza baked. Chris and I are both hopelessly lacking rhythm, but Jenna's a great teacher and we had so much fun. I don't know if we're ready for the club just yet, but perhaps someday. As we were scanning the radio stations for something to dance to, "Build Me Up Buttercup" came on. I know it's not exactly hip hop, but we all sang along as Chris and I attempted something akin to swing dancing. It was all so ridiculous and free and just fun.

It's cold and gray and rainy here today and I think this weather might be here to stay. So far it's not bad, but ask me again in three months.

I'm reading Wounds of Passion, a memoir by bell hooks. "Wounds of Passion is a memoir about writing, love, and sexuality...Resisting the notion that love and writing don't mix, she beings a fifteen year relationship with a gifted poet and scholar who inspires and encourages her...Eloquent and powerful, this book lets us see the ways one woman writer works to find her voice while creating a love relationship based on feminist thinking," says the inside of the jacket. I'm intrigued.