Read an article in the nytimes today about freecycle.org, an online community devoted to helping people find new homes for old things, transforming one person's trash into another's treasure. It sounded pretty cool. It struck me as especially interesting that Portland seems to have the biggest freecycle community right now, by several orders of magnitude. Go Portland!

I'm working on cleaning my place up these days. Maybe I'll see what I can freecycle along the way.

Apparently I can blame all my disastrous relationships on my sun sign and just be glad I did not marry into any of them: "In your personal relationships Arians are frank, direct and candid, and make enthusiastic and generous friends. You are liable to have a high sex drive and make passionate but fastidious lovers. . .The intensity of your sexual urges can drive you to promiscuity and a Don Juan-like counting of conquests of the opposite sex. It can also trick you into early unwise marriage which may end disastrously."

It's actually a little disconcerting how strongly I relate to much of what the site pegs as "Aries" behavior. I mean, it's all pretty generic, but the traits they emphasize, both positive and negative, are some of the strongest traits I see influencing my own life right now. A fondness for extremes, a penchant for pushing the bounds of social acceptability, a need to take control, and a problem with taking directions for which I can see no reason or with which I disagree. A strong need for freedom to act, a wanting for straightforwardness, and a need to avoid negative emotions such as regret and self-pity. Even the physical ailments hit right on the head. I don't buy much into astrology, but it's interesting to ponder.

I realized this last weekend that there's this thing I do with relationships. Not a good thing.

When the other person does something that truly hurts me, generally I will confront them about it. If they are not receptive when I first talk to them about it, though, I will eat it up. I try to move on, forget about it, deal with it. I'll act forgiving, laid back, cool with things, and I'll think that everything is okay. I won't bring up the issue again.

But it's like a poison. As much as I think I'm over it, I'll change the way I act in tiny, minute ways. I'll do little things, destructive things that eat away at the relationship. Termites eating away at the foundation, down where nobody can see. I'll not put into the relationship in the same way that I did before, and will allow myself to do things the other person might find to be hurtful. It's not that I'll be noticeably destructive or that I'll act out towards them -- it's just that, having lost some little bit of trust or faith in them, I'll be more guarded of myself. A tiny bit more about-self and less about-them. And for a relationship to really work, I think it has to be strongly about-them in addition to about-self. The worst part is that I won't even realize I'm doing that. I will honestly believe that everything is fine.

The Denver Lindy Exchange last year was just this sort of turning point in my relationship with Mike, I think. It took half a year from that time for things to really start dying off and falling apart, but that's when things really changed for me. It didn't seem huge at the time but I don't think there was any going back from that point on.

Looking back now, I can see points like that in other relationships, too. With Louis, it was when I found out that he'd cheated on me a second time with his ex-girlfriend. Again, it took months and months after that for things to finally implode, but that was when something in me turned off, when things changed somehow. With Jon, I think it might have been the argument in Montreal about bus tickets. With Jeremy, maybe it was Ashley? I'm not as sure about Jeremy -- it might not apply there.

I hope that since I see the pattern now, I'll be able to break out of it in the future.

You know those silly email surveys that people send all about? The "I'll answer a million generic questions so you can get to know me" sort of surveys? I am not a huge fan and I almost never do them. Only I did one today, as part of an email exchange with someone I'm trying to get to know better, and because I haven't been blogging much lately I've decided to post it here. It's something, anyhow.

• Full Name: Kathryn Anisette Krueger (My parents thought they made the middle name up - "Ann" combined with a French suffix meaning little, so "Little Ann" - but it turns out to also be the name of a black liquorice-flavored liquor.)


• Where Were You Born?: Rochester, MN


• Siblings:
  • Leroy. 23, living in Duluth, MN. Is in the Army Reserves and was shipped off to Iraq for a year, got back this Christmas. Just proposed to his girlfriend and will be getting married sometime this coming winter.
  • Mary. 20, living here in Seattle. Attends the Art Institute of Seattle and is studying in their Culinary program.
  • Susan. 18, still at home with the folks attending her senior year of high school. Heading off to Spain for the summer and then going to attend college somewhere in the Midwest.
  
  
• Favorite TV Show: West Wing and/or Law and Order (just the original, not the spin-offs), although I haven't watched either in years.


• What Is On Your Mouse Pad?: I use laser mice so I don't need a mouse pad. Developed a bit of carpal tunnel in the last few years, which makes mice with balls impractical and ultimately painful.


• Favorite Board Game: I prefer cards. Canasta and Spades turn me on.


• Favorite Magazine: Dell Logic Puzzles


• Favorite Smells: Outdoors just after a rainstorm or a heavy snowfall. Freshly brewed coffee. Smoke from campfires.


• Favorite Soundtrack: Brokedown Palace


• What Do You Think About Ouija Boards?: I don't use them.


• What Is The First Thing You Think Of When You Awake In The Morning?: Ugh! I hate mornings! Make it stop! Make my life not suck so much! Why...do...I...have...to...get...up?! I hate my life. I hate having a job. I just want to sleep.


• Do You Get Motion Sickness?: Yes. Especially when I'm already under the weather with something else.


• Roller Coasters-Scary Or Exciting?: I wish I could be one of the people who samples and rides and judges roller coasters for a living. Ride them all day, every day...


• Pen Or Pencil?: Pen for writing, pencil for sketching.


• How Many Rings Before You Answer The Phone?: Depends on who is calling, what my mood is, and what else I am doing. Sometimes I just won't answer at all.


• Favorite Foods: Sushi. Steak, medium rare on the rare side. Steamed bananas in coconut milk. Thai curries.


• Chocolate Or Vanilla?: Coffee.


• Favorite Ice Cream: Coffee. Peppermint Bon Bon.


• Do You Like To Drive?: In Minnesota? - yes. In Seattle? - generally, no. I hate traffic. I like long open roads, the windows down, the wind whipping through the car as I navigate the roads. Seattle traffic is too crappy to allow much of that.


• Do You Sleep With Stuffed Animals?: Sometimes.


• Storms-Cool Or Scary?: I love a good storm. I really miss extreme electrical storms -- we never get those in Seattle.


• Favorite Poet: Still working on figuring that out.


• If You Could Meet One Person Dead Or Alive, Who Would It Be?: Not sure.


• Favorite Alcoholic Drink: A good merlot, or maybe a nice warm sake.


• Do You Eat The Stems of Broccoli?: Yes.


• Would You Ever Ask A Guy For His Shirt?: Umm...


• If You Could Have Any Job You Wanted, What Would It Be?: I'd teach tango part time, work with kids part time, and maybe do massage therapy for a small set of recurring customers.


• If You Could Dye Your Hair Any Color, What Would It Be?: I've dyed it red, I've dyed it black, but right now I'm happy with brown.


• Have You Ever Been In Love?: Yes.


• What Is On The Walls Of Your Room?: I'm working on finding some nice tapestries... they're pretty bare-bones right now.


• Are You A Lefty, Righty, or Ambidextrous?: Although I used to take my handwriting assignments home as a child and repeat them using my left hand so that I could switch when desired, I was never able to use my left as well or as freely as my right. Still a righty.


• Do You Type With Your Fingers On The Right Keys?: Generally, yes.


• What's Under Your Bed?: A folded up dog-kennel. Louie hopes it stays there forever; he doesn't want to see it ever again.


• What's Your Favorite Number?: 13.


• What's Your Favorite Color?: Green for wearing. Olive greens in particular, or any green with more yellow tinge than blue. Yellows and reds and blues for surrounding myself with. Or orange sometimes. A number of colors, in fact. I love colors, especially bright vibrant colors overlaid on nice textures.


• Favorite Sport To Watch?: I love playing Ultimate Frisbee, but am not so into watching any sport. Unless you count ice skating competitions or dance competitions, which I could watch all the day long.


• Did You Enjoy This Survey?: Depends how you define "enjoy".

Scientists have discovered a new planet within our solar system! Sedna. Pretty exciting. But is it a 'planet' or a 'planetoid'? My officemate think it's silly that they're naming it after an Inuit goddess -- too politically correct. Should be named after a greek god or goddess. "Which one of these things doesn't belong?" He has a point.

The NASA site has pictures. Pretty.

Although I may feel like one at times, I'm glad I'm not an earthworm living on an athletic field.

Portland people make me happy.

I wish that I could kiss your lips the way I want to, baby
I wish that I could be your man
I wish that you could be my lady

I took a tally yesterday morning on my bus:

39 males
5 females (including both the bus driver and myself)

Do you think that says something about bus commuting, about [the company many of us are busing to], or both?

This morning at work, within the span of a single hour, I:

1. spilled tea all over my lap
2. ripped my pants while squatting down to sort out some wires (good thing I did the skirt over the pants thing today -- I ended up wearing just the skirt)
3. spilled water all over my keyboard

So very me.

I was in an incredibly good mood before that all happened, and, as my officemate pointed out, my mood stayed sunny throughout all the calamity. If I am clumsy and sometimes lacking in grace, at least I handle it all aptly, right?

I feel much better this morning! Funny how that works; things always look better in the morning light. "Tomorrow" is a new day and all that.

I feel very constricted lately. I hate that I can't write about anything or talk about anything or say too much, whether it's because certain people don't want the sort of relationships they have with me disclosed in any way, or whether it's because people from work might read what I write and hold it against me somehow. I miss having an outlet for my thoughts, a public venue in which to sort out my reactions. I need to finish up my secure-content journal, I guess.

I mean, I have been writing in my physical offline journals, but it's just not the same thing, you know? Maybe you don't. I dunno. Nobody else I know seems to blog the way I'd like to, given a perfect world and no constraints.

Tonight has not been the best of nights. To start off, there were some really bad vibes at the Russian Center. Chris and Maren were at each other's throats and it really got to me. Not cool. I finally had to just leave -- I didn't even stay for the second class, as I couldn't stand to be in that atmosphere anymore.

I was going to just head up the hill to sit in a coffee shop and read, but Alex was amiable to watching some tango so we did that instead. And it was okay for a while.

Then someone showed up and, upon seeing them, I discovered that I hold a lot of anger toward them right now. Up until now I hadn't been able to be angry -- it's like I liked them too much, or I was afraid, or I didn't feel like I had any right -- but tonight it just consumed me.

Oddly enough, it affected some of my dancing in a positive way. I was able to channel the energy somehow.

Then the dance was over. Walked back to the RC -- I actually enjoyed the walk, being by myself out in the dark -- picked up my car (which I had left there for Steve to borrow), and drove home. Now here I am. Still in a foul mood.

(Yes, I went to Portland last night. Lyera, Mija, and I all drove down for the practica at Nocturnal. It was awesome! And by awesome, I mean super-awesome. Except for the three hours down and three hours back part, which was slightly less than optimal.)

Last night in Portland some guy hung out the window of his car, flipped us off, screamed obscenities, and punctuated the scene by screaming, "WHY DON'T YOU GO HOME!?"

Perhaps he didn't like the Minnesota plates? That was our best guess.

God hates shrimp.

I drove through the Arboretum on my way to work this morning. As I was waiting to get onto the highway, I saw a woman out in the rain playing with her dogs. It was quite picturesque; the dogs running, the woman standing tall and attentive in the rain.

Somehow, it got me to thinking about my life. About what it is now, about what I'd like it to be.

These days, I am disconnected from the earth around me.

Don't get me wrong; I enjoy the people I surround myself with and the full and busy lifestyle that I have developed. I enjoy being hooked into society. But throughout my life, whenever I have stopped and allowed myself to hear it, there has been something else which has called softly to me. Some disjointed song about rain and wind and hills, an abstraction of sky and stars and open spaces.

I am scared of being alone with myself, away from people. Despite that fear, the thought of becoming fully my own person, of extracting myself from all the ties of society, well - it holds some mystical allure. There is a bit of a hermit in me.

So, as I watched the dogs running about, I thought of the remote places that I know; northern Minnesota, North Dakota. I thought about remote places I've heard of but never seen. Montana. Alaska. Alaska, in particular, caught my fancy.

I entertained thoughts of moving out to some backwoods plot, purchasing a small plot of land and building a cottage near a lake shore or a river bed, close enough to some small town that I wouldn't be cut off from necessary supplies but generally removed from all of society. Keeping a garden. Spending a large portion of time outdoors. Living simply and frugally, communing with the earth around me. None of these fancies included another person. Just my dog, my birds, myself. Perhaps another dog.

Were I ever to make such a move, I'm not sure how I would support myself. I'd like to do something on my own, some work that I could do on my own time, in my own space. Perhaps I'd paint. Or I could even write. I've never been overly happy with my writing skills, but I do write all the time. This is only one of my journals. Whenever I experience anything, I run it through my head over again and again, wondering how I might best put the experience into words. In grade school we heard often that we should write what we know. Well, my life is ripe with experience. If I could somehow get a handle on all of that experience, find some way to adequately shape it into language, I would not be at all lacking for material to work with.

Neither pastime would earn me much, I'm sure, but were I to save up my money for a few years first conceivably it could work. My cost of living would be low. I wouldn't need much to get by. And if I had to, I could always find some other skill to market to anyone living nearby or traveling past, to earn a supplementary income. I am adaptable and I would find a way.

I don't know that I will ever take such a path, but there is possibility. It is not infeasible. And I find such a life compelling; I believe I would do well and would achieve contentment. It is not the well traveled path, but perhaps it is a path fitting to my gait.

Portland was awesome! I could totally see myself moving there someday. Small, liberal, nice architecture, nice amenities (an amazing independent bookstore!), good public transit, nice location. Very artsy. The weather is still a little too Seattle-like for my tastes, but given everything else, I think that's forgivable.

Friday, Casey McGill, not my favorite. The Viscount was hot and crowded and felt like a battle ground. People were bumping into each other all over the place, and half the leads that grabbed me were seemingly oblivious to everyone around us, as they kept swinging me out into our neighbors. Lots of bad east coast. The downstairs all-ages room was better, but not a lot of energy. Friday latenight was okay, although I was tired and I kept getting pulled away from the dance.

A bunch of my housemates and I spent Saturday afternoon wandering Saturday Market. Very nice. Lots of little booths, artists selling their wares. I'd love to run a booth at a market like that someday and sell some of my own stuff.

Saturday night, I skipped the main venue to go tango at Berretin. It ruled! So much good music, so many amazing tango dancers. I was very happy. Alex let it run a full hour over the published end time, and I happily danced right up until the end. Then latenight again, and I even managed to drag Lorenzo along.

So, in tango, there's this thing where people generally dance a bunch of songs with one another. At a formal tango dance the DJ will play songs in sets of four or five, separated the sets with non-tango songs called Cortinas. The purpose of the Cortina is to break everything up and clear the floor so that people will dance with someone new. At less formal dances, people dance with one another until one thanks the other, and the thank you signals, "It was great dancing with you, but I'm ready to move on now."

In swing, people rarely dance more than one song with each other, unless they're good friends or they knowingly make an exception to the rule because they're enjoying themselves so much. Very different culture.

Lorenzo wasn't aware of this cultural difference. After we'd been at the latenight for a while, I asked him how he was doing. He said in a really dejected voice, "I got a thank you after the first song. I mean, I'm not great at swing, but it's been a long time since that happened." So sad! But funny.

Sunday afternoon there was an outdoor dance in downtown Portland. I only made the very end, but I loved it. We were dancing on brick, which made for a terrible surface, but it was outside and the sun was shining and people were walking by and getting excited about the dancing... all in all, scrumptious. I ate it all up. Wish we had an outdoor venue here. As a poor substitute, I think I'm going to start dragging some friends and a boombox out on the weekends sometimes, and make my own little outdoor dance.

Sunday evening, Lily Wilde at the Crystal Ballroom. Awesome, awesome, awesome. Did I mention that it was awesome? So the Crystal Ballroom has a "sprung floor", built over ball bearings. It moves underneath you. You can feel the rhythm through the floor. Feels so good, makes you want to dance and dance and never stop. Someday, when I am independently wealthy, I am going to build myself a ballroom like that.

Latenight was nice too. Perhaps my favorite venue of the weekend. Less crowded, as people had begun going home, but good music. And they brought in one of the local tango folk, who DJd an alternative tango room downstairs. Terrible, awful floor, but amazing music. And a few other tango aficionados down there mixed in amongst all the bluesy folk. Very nice.

We drove back up after the latenight -- just got in -- and after I post this I'm going to head into work. I had been going to do all the driving, but we ended up picking up another passenger who drives and who was awake and willing to take the wheel. Worked out quite well. I got to grab a few hours of sleep, and now the day should pass a little more easily.

So, anyhow, yeah. Portland = super awesome. I'm sad the weekend is over.

To rub things in, today is beautiful. Perhaps the nicest day we've had all year. Perfectly clear, sunny, warm. The mountains are completely visible, and boy are they something to look at. The air smells delicious. It all makes me want to be outside, but here I am heading into work, instead! Bullocks. Maybe I'll take my lunch outdoors today or something.

I'll be out of town again this weekend, in Portland for the Portland Lindy Exchange. I'm just a travelling fool.

I'll be doing Lindy stuff most of the weekend, but I'm going to skip out on Saturday night to go Tango. Portland Tango folk are awesome! I'm looking forward to seeing them again.

It's a strange world we live in:

• New Service: Send the Ashes of your Loved Ones into Space (Ananova)
• Curious About Cannibals? Win a Jungle Holiday with a New Guinea Tribe (Ananova)
• Benicio del Toro Told His Family He Was Studying Law for Years, Until He Could No Longer Conceal the Truth Due To Oscar Win (Ananova)
• Postman Faces Daily Attacks from Jealous Pheasant (Ananova)
• Rent Professional Party Guests to Liven Your Evening! (Ananova)
• Human Waste Rains Down on Family Home (Ananova)
• Oven Proves a Poor Place to Store Bullets (SFGate)

The apple cider guy was on my bus again this morning. I walked by him when I noticed him, even though the seat next to him was empty. I had my pastels and a little notebook out -- was planning on drawing during the bus ride, and that's not something I'm accustomed to sharing with people I know. Also, somehow, I've gotten so used to being in my own little world on the bus. Not talking to anyone, not really seeing the other people around me. It's hard to break habits like that.

As I was about to sit in a seat by myself, though, I changed my mind and went back to sit next to him.

I still drew for a large part of the ride. Sketched some guy sitting up near the front of the bus.

Apple cider guy asked about the drawing toward the end of the ride, as I was putting it away. He said he hadn't wanted to look, but he hadn't been able to help himself. We chatted for another minute or so, and then the bus hit our stop.

I think he usually rides a little later in the morning than I do. He's cool though; I wouldn't mind riding the same bus more often.

Louie is on dogster! He'll need to edit his info a bit, though. Right now it's rather sparse.

That's right, my pup has joined a social networking site for dogs.

Read all about the site on slashdot. Dogsterrific!

Lorenzo has inspired me to start reading up a bit on US sanctions and trade embargos. There's so much going on in the world that I've never even considered! I feel utterly uninformed, although I've started reading up and working to change that.

I think almost everyone I know called me last night while I was sick and sleepy. If you were one of those many and I sounded really out of it, sorry about that. Take no offense. It wasn't you, really.

Denver always makes me sick. Twice now I've gone, and twice I've come home with a nasty sinus cold.

Hooray for Alex who babied me a bit and fed me last night! Otherwise I probably would have just moped around, felt sorry for myself, and gone to bed without dinner. I can be pretty pathetic when I'm sick.

I think I'll head into work early today, so I can leave a bit earlier than usual and nap this afternoon, if need be.

I'm back, and finally putting XP back on my home machine.

I hate MSBlast. MSBlast is my arch-nemesis. The battles were long and bitter, but I am proud to report that I have ultimately trimphed.

I was so tired last night. Meant to go out for a bit, but could hardly even drag myself to my bed. And all this at 10:00 PM! Very sad.

I feel much more rested now. Good thing; I've slept through boarding calls at airports before, and it's not a pretty sight.

Man, I can be so stupid. I planned out my whole bus trip to the airport last night, ahead of time. Was very proud of myself. In doing so, though, I forgot that buses here have different schedules on weekends than they do on weekdays, and didn't notice that I was looking at a weekday schedule. Turns out that the route I need doesn't run early enough on Saturdays to get me there on time.

Hooray for Alex, who is rescuing me and giving me a last minute ride.

A few awesome links for those of you who missed them the first time around:

• All your base are belong to us!
• I like monkeys.
• Bunny Survival Tests, to determine weaknesses and strengths possessed by "Marshmallow Bunnies".
• PeepResearch.org, to promote the careful study and promotion of Peeps well-being.
• Oolong, the rabbit with a talent for "head performance".
• Windows Haiku Error Messages.
• Fully functional lego furniture. Awesome!
• The Hamster Dance. Remember when dancing hamsters were the shiznit?
• I Will Survive.
• The dancing baby that started it all.
• Strongbad Email. Kickass.
• Buggin' you is easy because you're buggable!
• I can smell your brains.

It's Skuld, bonding with a small flock of birds! Only those of you who knew me back in my ROM days (and know a bit about my home life as well) can understand how relevant I find this picture to be.

I have a doctor's appointment at noon, and I have to fast for the 12 hours before. Already, I am so hungry. I want food. Can't stop thinking of food. Sooooo hungry...

I guess maybe that will make the eating better when I do get to eat?

Today is going to be an awesome day. I can already feel it.

Last night was pretty awesome, too. I'm so happy that Mija came out tango dancing! She's going to kick ass. And aside from the dancing, it was nice just hanging out with her for a bit. She's seemed pretty cool ever since I first met her, but I never had the chance to get to know her too well. There's always been this sort of wall between us, ever since the whole Mike thing. Miles says that he thinks we're both over that, though.

Speaking of fire, I got this gem of an email from Steve:

From: Steve Strauch
Sent: Wednesday, February 25, 2004 11:29 AM
Subject: A new recipe

My girlfriend and I made a New Year's resolution to eat in more and as a result, we've been trying to learn to cook. On Monday night we discovered this great new recipe that I thought I would share with you. Best of luck!

Kitchen Fire Pork

1. Begin cooking this recipe only after 11pm when you are tired and neighbors are sleeping
   
2. Add 1 inch vegetable oil to Dutch Oven.
   
3. Mistakenly assume that, to heat the oil to 375 degrees you must put the burner on high for say 5 or 6 minutes.
   
4. Loose track of time preparing the pork.
   
5. Do NOT stir the oil. Allow the surface tension to build as the oil below overheats.
   
6. Place pork on a cookie sheet and walk over to the burner.
   
7. Decide that you want the cookbook with you. Put the pork plate ON TOP of the Dutch Oven, cause pressure to build.
   
8. Return with the cookbook and remove the pork plate from the top of the Dutch Oven, disturbing the surface tension of the oil and injecting fresh oxygen.
   
9. Watch as a flames shoot out of the Dutch Oven.
   
10. Scream "Fire, Fire"
    
11. Irrationally think to yourself... "Since covering the pork helped cause the problem, covering the flaming Dutch Oven will make the fire worse."
    
12. Watch your cabinets catch on fire.
    
13. Run out of the apartment without your cell phone.
    
14. Try to get neighbor to call 911 while she screams at you for making her apartment smell like smoke. Repeat until she shuts up and calls 911.
    
15. Don't notice other neighbor and girlfriend re-entering apartment to try to throw baking soda on the fire.
    
16. Notice when the baking soda causes fire to flare all the way to the ceiling and said neighbor and girlfriend scream and exit the apartment
    
17. Freak out, imagining carnage scenes from Backdraft while level headed upstairs neighbor gets a fire extinguisher from building basement and puts out the fire.
    
18. Wish you were him.
    
19. Meet some cool firemen.
    
20. Call your landlord, who you called only a few days earlier to say you'd be moving out in 3 weeks. Listen to her react calmly as she weeps on the inside.
    
21. Spend next day cleaning soot, extinguisher residue off everything in the house. Enjoy scrubbing kitchen grout with toothbrush.
    
22. Be thankful no one was hurt and damage was mostly limited to kitchen.
    
23. DON'T tell your new coop community about the incident. They can vote you out.

Yes, he did indeed set his kitchen on fire last weekend. Poor Steve! I'm glad to see that he still has his sense of humor.

Listening to tango music while working today was awesome. I loved Le Grand Tango off of Hiromi Uekusa - Cafe 1930, featuring Hiromi Uekusa on cello and Mika Sunago on piano. The cello was absolutely delectable!

I get to see Denver this weekend. Fly out early Saturday morning, fly back Monday morning just in time for work. I'll play in the snow, wrestle around with another dog, and dance lindy and tango with new people. And hang with Ben, who is awesome. And by awesome, I mean annoying and stupid, so don't go getting a huge ego or anything, Benito.

So much excitement, I'm not sure how I can handle it all!

I found a website all about Piazzolla! A million amazing sound clips -- so much good music to listen to. Pure audio goodness. I've been meaning to expand my familiarity with the music. This provides me such opportunity; work will fly by in a haze of tango-inspired productivity, I am sure.

My carpal tunnel has been acting up again. Right wrist and elbow have hurt incredibly ever since yesterday evening. Makes me sad.

And then, last night, I had strange, violent nightmares. Kidnapping and torture and forced mutilation, lots of running and running and running away. Not pretty. I don't know where they came from, but I wish they'd go away.

Riding back from the beach tonight on I5 South, downtown Seattle over Lake Union caught my attention. It was so beautiful. An island of lights, a graceful glittering blanket draped over the skyline. Electrifying.

At the same time, I found myself thinking of what downtown can seem up close. In the heart of downtown, up close and personal, it can be so ugly. All the dank alleys, the dumpsters, the trash on the streets, the boundless cement, the dirt and hustle and bustle of city life everywhere you look.

I wonder if many things are like that -- extraordinarily beautiful if only you can gain the distance and perspective to view them from the right vantage point.

Have you ever wondered about what you'd like done with your body when you've passed on? Ever pondered cremation?

The thought of cremation always bothered me. I've had this body for as long as I've had memory. I can't comprehend existence outside of this body. I can't comprehend an existence that doesn't include me, doesn't include my body. It's a lot to think about, to stomach, to handle.

The thought of death itself is distressing enough. And then to think the form of my body being changed after my death -- this body that I've been so attached to for all of my life -- I don't know. Somehow I always get stuck on that.

But tonight, gazing into the fire, into the flames and the coals -- watching the tree suddenly consumed, its whole being changed, passing into dust and ashes -- watching the chair burn away into nothing, this chair that meant so much and had so many bad feelings and memories attached to it -- it suddenly seemed so much easier to get my head around cremation.

Death is a change of form. The consummation of the fire... it seems almost fitting. Better than rotting away, a slow uneasy transformation. Fire is transcendent. Just watching it is breathtaking. To be a part of it, to be consumed by it, changed, transformed... I don't know. It's almost celestial, moreso than most anything else in my living experience.

You haven't seen anything until you've seen a dead, dry tree explode into flames. It was awesome. Truely one of the most breathtaking things I've seen.

And it was so suddenly hot that it melted holes in Alex's bag, sitting several feet away. Not cool for Alex, but indicative of how amazingly hot and large the fire was all at once. And the fire just consumed the tree -- ate it up. The tree was one thing, and then was transformed so quickly into another plane of being. I've never seen anything burst into flames so explosively or be so quickly consumed by the fire.

I want to burn my tree every year.

I also never want to live in a fire zone. Like in the parts of Colorado that are all dry in the summer and anything can set them off.

I think I've been in too much of a rut lately, seeing too many of the same people, doing too many of the same things. It's like my life has become a script that I've read a million times, a movie that I've seen over and over again, and I always know what's coming up and what the next person is going to say.

Heading out to the beach tonight and then hanging out with Dawn after was cool. Something different, new conversation. A breath of fresh air in a room that's gotten a bit stale.

One of my coworkers accidentally deleted a bunch of stuff from one of my servers today. Get to rebuild it now. Fun.

At least I won't be bored?

And karmicly, I probably deserve it. I did screw up someone else's server half a year or so ago when I first started over there.

It's a cold and drizzly day, but the tree burning is on. And we're going to burn a certain broken chair that's been sitting out on my balcony for almost a year now.

Yes, Mike, you know that chair. We will purge all the badness so that you can move on. Not that you haven't already. Or whatever. You know. I'll save you some of the charred remains if you like.

Yay for bonfires...

Steve says, "If it's meant to work out it will -- none of these things will matter. So don't stress over them."

Ah, Steve. Always a voice of wisdom and reason in this manic whirlwind of confusion and chaos.

I've been breaking my New Year's Resolutions like crazy.

Everything feels good right now, but I'm worried that I'm setting myself up for a fall. Second guessing myself a lot. Thinking that perhaps I need to be better to myself and make choices that, although not what I would wish, might be better for me in the long run.

I hate that. Why can't the choices that are better for me in the long run also be the choices that I am passionately drawn to?

It's settled. Tomorrow will be the Day of the Great Tree Burning.

My Christmas tree has had a lovely run, but it is time for it to go -- and ah, what a way to go! We will have a great bonfire on the beach, roasting hotdogs and marshmallows as the sun sets over the water.

Miles has to be at work earlier than normal this week, so that means we get to carpool.

Bonus! Carpool! I get a ride. Rides get me to work quicker than the bus (no waiting around at bus stops and no campus shuttles). They even get me to work quicker than driving myself (no fighting for parking. finding a spot anywhere near my building is impossible).

On the downside, if I drag my feet it affects more than just me. That means no foot dragging. And I'm so good at dragging my feet. Bummer.

Off to bed now, so that I can be ready for him to pick me up in 7 1/2 hours. Joy.

I was really on at the lindy dance tonight! The last two nights my dancing has been okay, not great -- but tonight, I was feeling it. I was connecting well, moving well, really feeling and dancing the music. It's funny, how every once in a while everything just works. I'm not sure why I can only dance like this every so often -- you'd think that if I could do it once, I could do it always.

I have a blister on my left pinky toe now and my legs hurt in places they haven't hurt in a while. I guess dancing well works my body in different ways than the way I usually dance does. Funny, that.

The tiger dress was a hit too. I like tigers.

A short science lesson for those of you who are less informed:

A sundog is a set of two short rainbows, one on each side of the sun. I used to think that they were caused by extreme cold because they only appeared on the coldest days in Minnesota, but apparently that is not the case. According to one site I found, "Sundogs reveal that the clouds are hosting horizontal plate crystals. These plates drift slowly downwards like leaves with their large faces almost horizontal. [They] are formed when light passes through crystal side faces inclined at 60° to each other."

The IRS has accepted my return! Yay me.

On the way home from the lindy workshop just now there were two sundogs, hanging low in the sky over downtown Seattle. Very pretty. Made me happy.

I played well at Ultimate again today. "ON FIRE!" as one teammate put it. If, each time I play, I continue to play better than the last... well, that can only lead to good things.

I sat next to a young, handsome guy on the bus this morning. We smiled, said hello, and I settled into my seat to read my book.

Then the bus went over a bit of a bump, causing my purse to fall off my lap and spill all over the floor. Great. Just like me. The picture of grace.

With what little dignity I could muster, I picked everything up and put it all away again. The guy next to me picked up a quarter that I had missed and handed it to me. I thanked him and we both settled back into our own little routines.

A while later, my seatmate spoke to me again. He said that when I spilled my purse, he realized that he recognized me from rides past and that the first time he remembered seeing me, he had spilled apple cider all over the bus floor.

I remembered the spill in question, but didn't remember him and hadn't remembered that he had been responsible. We reminisced for a few moments -- we both remembered another guy on the bus who had gotten really annoyed about the spill, shooting glares that could kill as he pulled his backpack up and out of the path of the spreading puddle. That broke the ice and we chatted a little bit more throughout the course of the bus ride. It was nice. Usually people are so closed off on the bus; it was a nice change to connect with someone. And it wouldn't have happened if he and I hadn't both at various points exposed ourselves in a moment of awkward discomfiture.

When I do dumb, clumsy things, I get to feeling like I'm an oddity. Everyone else is so put together, and here I am constantly knocking things off tables and spilling things all about. It's nice to connect once in a while and realize that other people are human and occasionally make klutzy mistakes, as well.

The last few nights while I slept, I've dreamt of dancing. Throughout the night I am constantly adjusting my frame to connect better with the mattress, my pillows, anything next to me. I'm pulling my body upwards, making slight and subtle movements in response to strains of music wafting through my consciousness.

This carries through from the dreams into the half-conscious state between waking and dreaming. It all makes sense to me as I initially drift toward consciousness, but then I realize that I've just reached out in a swaying arc to connect with my alarm clock -- who dances with their alarm clock?! Who except me, I guess.

At least I'm not dreaming in C or Scheme these days. Not dreaming of differential equations. That was just too much, too geeky, too much immersion in my studies. I can handle dreaming in dance.

I'm doin' my taxesss
fun fun fun fun
can hardly contain myself
it's a party no doubt

When I was hanging out with Steve and Melissa, we amused ourselves for a while by googling people's names. While playing this game, we came across the journal of a girl who had travelled Europe in the same travel group as Steve had, who had apparently been halfway in love with him without his ever knowing it! Melissa and I were endlessly amused. Steve was aghast. Wouldn't let us read much of it; said we'd have to find it again later when he wasn't around to suffer.

Funny, the stuff you can find on the web if you only look for it.

"I'd rather be skeptical and pleasantly surprised than overly hopeful and bitterly disappointed," I told Steve and Melissa just now. Steve thought I should post the philosophy on my blog, so here it is.

Going to go hang out with Steve and do laundry at his place. Gotta love friends who can just chill with you, even when you're doing dorky things like bringing your laundry over. Steve is so awesome.

My little sister hates feet. And socks. And anything foot related, really. Even her own feet and own socks.

She does this thing where she hides all her dirty socks in discreet piles here and there. Sometimes she hides them so discreetly that she forgets about them. It's quite endearing.

I just found a sock-pile from this weekend. She hung out at my place and took care of all the critters while I was down in Portland, and I guess she missed this pile when she packed up to leave. Ah, Mary, Mary.

I've been having strange dreams again.

Two of my birds died in my dream last night. I was sad. I can still see the stiff, lifeless bodies in my mind.

Instead of burying them, I waded into the middle of a flowing river to set them to rest. I carried them in one of my pans, and as I gently tipped the pan to set the bodies afloat, watching them drift slowly down into the depths of the water beyond sight, the pan slipped out of my hands. I cried out. Wayne dived in to grab the pan, but he never came up again -- disappeared beneath the water as well.

Then I woke up.

I can't make anything of the dream. Not sure what it all means.

I think I am allergic to shrimp. Alex and I go out for sushi quite a bit, and so often afterwards I feel achey, tired, and out of sorts.

For a while I thought it might be sake, or the soy sauce, or perhaps squid. A few times recently I've had all of those but no shrimp -- and no achiness! Today, again, a full and lovely lunch (minus the shrimp), and I felt great afterwards.

I like shrimp, too. Bullocks.

I dance so much better when I'm dancing with people who really want to dance with me. Not because they want to be dancing and I'll do for a partner, not because they're trying to make the rounds of the room, but sharing dances with me for the sake of dancing with me. The music moving us both, the both of us enjoying one another to the music. The enjoying one another being key.

I miss Portland.

If you do a google search on my name, this site comes up now as the third hit. It's like I actually exist or something!



(This site didn't used to come up at all. A google search back then just brought up a million sites on a million other Kathryn Kruegers who weren't actually me.)

The weekend was awesome! Ask me about it, and I may tell. I may or may not write about it -- we'll see if the mood hits.

So I'm taking off for Portland now. Valentango! I won't be online while I'm down there so you won't see anything new here for a few days, but I'm sure I'll be back to my old posting ways again sometime next week.

Mary and Alex - super awesome. Super helpful. I was running super late, and they are super helping to smooth things along. Super.

Steve and Frederick have gotten so annoyed with people cheating the carpool lane on 520 and clogging up traffic that we've started crusing the lane on our Thursday afternoon commute with a camera and with the number for reporting violators programmed into Steve's cellphone. Awesome.

Woah, that first sentence ran on forever. Kind of like Thursday afternoon traffic on 520. Fitting.

I always feel most compelled to clean right before I leave to go on a trip. I want to have my personal space in order when I am not here.

Why is that? Why wouldn't I want it in order just as badly (if not more so) when I am here? Why does leaving things in disarray cause me unrest?

Oddities in the news:

• Associated Press - Shark Clamps Onto Man's Leg and Will Not Let Go. Man Swims to Shore to Seek Help, Shark Still Attached
• Associated Press - Finnish Man Given Record Breaking $216,900 Speeding Ticket
• Newsday - Frenchwoman Marries Dead Boyfriend, Simeltaneously Becoming Both Bride and Widow
• SFGate - Chef Fired Because Cooking is Too Good and Draws Many Customers
• SFGate - Hiking Magazine Apologizes for Publishing Route that Would Lead Climbers Off Edge of Cliff

Gems from my baby sister:

• Badger, badger, badger - An amusing but very pointless webpage.
• A cut from Lord of the Rings, with all badger scenes restored - Verbatim from Susie, "It helps to have seen the movie and to also be in a silly mood."

He was never mine to lose.
Why regret what could not be?
These are words he'll never say -
Not to me.
Not to me, not for me.
His heart full of love,
he will never feel this way!

- from A Heart Full of Love (Les Miserables)

Frances Ruffelle sings with such feeling!

I get drawn so fully into the music on this album that whenever I really stop to listen, my heart catches in my throat. This is especially true with the second disc. I know what will happen, what is coming, and can anticipate every note, but it flows so artfully! Still speaks to me.

I don't understand people who insist on taking up multiple seats on the bus, especially when others are left standing for lack of room.

New self-policy:

Whenever I feel down enough that I end up indulging in a cry, I'm going to do a self-portrait of myself, right then and there.

1. It's hard.


2. It's difficult to stay so self-indulgent while concentrating on something as difficult as drawing oneself while crying. Attempting to capture that emotion on paper is not easy and there isn't be room for self-pity when I channel all my energy into such a task.


3. I've been stuck on things to draw. Well, here's something.


4. It's hard.


5. What does not kill me will only make me stronger. Hard is good for me.


6. It's been a while since I've drawn regularly and I need the practice. This is good practice. It's a difficult assignment. But I'm not going to get back up to par if I don't challenge myself.


7. Did I mention that it's hard? No self-coddling, damnit.


8. It's an outlet for the emotion behind the tears. Diffusing emotion through such an outlet allows me to feel better. It's a constructive means of coping with strong feelings.

This is not to say that I cry often or that I will be doing a large number of sad self portraits. But when I do, I will.

I browsed off of Louis's blog today to take a ColorQuiz. It's a personality test based on the research of Dr. Max Lûscher in the 1990's, which uses colors to try to infer things about the test taker's emotional state.

Here is what it had to say about me:

Existing Situation
Attracted by anything new, modern, or intriguing. Liable to the bored by the humdrum, the ordinary, or the traditional.

Stress Sources
Wants to overcome a feeling of emptiness and to bridge the gap which she feels separates herself from others. Anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to explore all its possibilities, and to live it to the fullest. She therefore resents any restriction or limitation being imposed on her and insists on being free and unhampered.

Restrained Characteristics
Remains emotionally unattached even when involved in a close relationship.
Feels that she cannot do much about her existing problems and difficulties and that she must make the best of things as they are. Able to achieve satisfaction from sexual activity.

Desired Objective
Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting nature, whether erotically stimulating or otherwise. Wants to be regarded as an exciting and interesting personality with an altogether charming and impressive influence on others. Uses tactics skillfully so as to avoid endangering her chances of success or undermining others' confidence in herself.

Actual Problem
Fights against restriction or limitation, and insists on developing freely as a result of her own efforts.

Actual Problem #2
The fear that she might be prevented from achieving the things she wants leads her to play her part with an urgent and hectic intensity.

Some of these statements seem to fit me pretty well. Some fit not as well. Many seem rather generic -- I thought at first that they might be like horoscopes, generic enough to allow the reader to read whatever they will into the description.

I read over Louis's results, though, and they were dramatically different from mine. Didn't fit me nearly as well. So maybe there's something to it all.

Made me wonder, if color can really be used to infer so much about a person, whether varying tones between different computer monitors would make a difference in the test results. The colors won't necessarily appear the same on my screen, with my screen settings, as they will on yours.

LifeWise was never able to locate my payment, so I am still effectively uninsured. Fortunately, because I had paid in person, had obtained a reciept, and kept both the receipt and a carbon copy of the check, they admit that I probably did pay.

After I jump through a few hoops -- put a stop on the original check, send them a copy of the receipt for that so that they can reimburse me for the stop fee, and send them a new check -- they will then honor the original date of payment, reinstate my health coverage dating back to 12/01/2003, and will resubmit all claims that they have since rejected.

Joy.

New graffiti scrawled on a wall near my bus stop:

Consume less,
live more.

Ah, Capitol Hill.

In preparation for my trip to Portland this weekend, I took my car in over lunch to have its oil changed, its tires rotated, its brakes checked, and its fluids checked. I also replaced the windshield wiper blades. It's all running so nicely now!

I had the work done at Courtesy Auto. They gave me a deal on the work since I had them replace two of my tires a while back -- $17 for the oil change, the tire rotation, and the brake and fluid checks. Sweet.

That makes two good car experiences in less than a month. Considering that all my car repair experiences up to that point had been poor, that's not bad at all. It's a whole new world.

A thick blanket of fog covered all of Capitol Hill when I went out to walk the dog this morning.

I love walking out to find a known place so completely transformed! It feels mystical and magical. Makes me want to believe in wondrous things. Everthing is changed, new, exciting - I feel an undercurrent of excitement stir within me, a feeling that defined my childhood but has become more dormant over the years.

I played the best Ultimate game today that I've played in months. Possibly the best in years. Nice, nice, very nice.

So I went to the Democratic Caucus today. I ended up acting as secretary for my precinct, and I'm an alternate delegate for the upcoming regional caucus. My precinct is sending one delegate for Kucinich, one delegate for Kerry, and three delegates for Dean.

Strangely enough, two of the other four alternate delegates also live in my apartment building. Gettin' to know the neighbors.

In other news, while I was out, someone apparently thought it would be nice to open up the dryer door in the middle of my cycle, so that I'd have to put more quarters in and restart it when I got back. What the hell?! Not nice at all!

Always, always, always I have so much trouble dragging myself out of bed during the week, and then I can hardly stay sleeping on weekend mornings. Saturdays especially.

The time alone is nice, though. I feel somehow more serene on Saturday mornings than I do at any other time of the week. Sitting here in semi-darkness, all alone, quiet outside, quiet in the rest of the building, all the rest of the weekend ahead of me. So much time before me to do as I please.

The Gender Genie also believes that:

• Mike is male (overwhelmingly so)
• Mary is female
• Laurie is female (grrr - I hate teendiary.com, but I still go because I love Laurie)
• Brian is male (high margin of certainty again)
• Bem is male
• Jeremy is male (quite certain here, as well)
• Jon is male (no question)
• Andy is male

That's a 0% margin of error. Very interesting.

I wanted to read about the algorithm, but the link to it off of the Genie page is broken. There is a working link to an interesting little nature.com article, though. And it quotes a few source articles. I'll have to go pick them up and read up more on the subject.

The Gender Genie, upon analyzing my blog text, thinks that I am female. Whew. Glad that's settled.

Tonight while I was driving to Ultimate practice, a huge raccoon ran out in front of my car.

Granted, I was way out in west Seattle, but still, you don't expect that sort of thing in the city.

When I first saw it dart out in front of me I thought, "Woah, what is wrong with that cat?" Then I realized it was no cat. Crazy.

WHERE'S MY CAUCUS?

If you are a King County resident who wishes to vote in the WA Democratic Caucus this Saturday and you, like myself, have misplaced your voter registration card, the following information will help you find your voting location:

STEP 1 - LOOK UP YOUR PRECINCT:

Enter your name and date of birth on the King County Elections web site. If you have trouble call 206-296-VOTE.

STEP 2 - LOOK UP YOUR CAUCUS:

Look up your precinct on the Washington State Democrats web site. Note that the first number for your precinct is your legislative district, so when the site asks you to enter your "precinct number" just enter the last 4 digits. If you have trouble, you can also check the web site for your legislative district for more info.

The caucus convenes at 10:00 AM. Any voter registered in the precinct who is willing to sign a statement declaring that he or she is a Democrat can vote. Other persons can attend and take part in the discussions, but are not permitted to vote on anything. Proof of voter registration is not required.

Happy voting!

Blogging and the New York Times:

There is now an amazing tool for bloggers that want to link to NYTimes articles! Simply enter the URL for the article you're interested in and it will return an alternate link for the article. The alternate link will allow access to the article, even after it has been archived, without requiring the viewer to pay any fees. This works for all NYTimes articles dating back to June of 2003. Pretty sweet!

Dancing robots! This stuff kicks some serious ass.

The Rice Milk Brothers are DJing at tomorrow night's One 'O Clock Jump. Sweetness! They got good stuff.

I haven't been out Lindy Hopping all that much lately... I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things at tomorrow night's dance.

If you mistype the URL for this site, leaving out the 's' in blogspot (i.e. http://nyrhtak.blogpot.com instead of http://nyrhtak.blogspot.com), you get a bible site. Strange, but interesting. Vewy, vewy interesting.

Well, maybe not so strange. I guess it turns out that just about anything .blogpot.com will take you to that site -- http://anythinggoeshere.blogpot.com, http://yourmomma.blogpot.com, http://iwanttolickyou.blogpot.com, etc. They're probably banking on people trying to browse to legitimate blogger sites and mistyping the latter part of the URL. Interesting marketing strategy.

Have you ever had an established friendship morph into something deeper? You already know and like the other person, and you're happy with the terms on which you relate, but suddenly you're connecting with them on an entirely new level. Note that this is different than an acquaintance morphing into a friend.

This has happened to two of my friendships recently.

I wonder -- how much coincidence is it? This morphing of friendships doesn't happen often for me, and it's happening in multiplicity right now. Am I putting out a different vibe? Relating to people in subtly different ways that are perhaps more inviting? Or is it really just an odd coincidence that the two instances happened so close together?

Whatever the case, I am glad for these particular instances. I look forward to the growth of our friendships, to exploring uncharted territory.

When I was a teenager, I drove everywhere with the windows down. Even in the dead of winter, in sub-zero temperatures. I loved the feeling of the wind whipping through the car, cooling my cheeks. It made me feel free.

A few years ago, I drove with the windows down because I was a smoker and I hated the smell. I was most compelled to smoke whilst stuck in traffic but couldn't shut myself up with the stinky, nasty cigarette, so I held it out the window whenever I wasn't taking a puff.

Now I don't smoke anymore. But at some point, I also stopped driving with the windows down.

Today, I drove to work. I rolled the windows down. I turned the music up. It felt so good!

I think sometimes that parts of my spirit have died over the years. Or, more aptly, have fallen dormant. So much of the time, I'm plugging away and doing my thing but... somehow, it's not really living.

Today, driving into work, the sun shining in my eyes, the mountains bright and clear and calling to me, the wind whipping through the car, I felt as if some part of me that had been long sleeping was just now waking up.

Finished another one. MSPaint Madness!



I'm a regular Monet of the digital age.

MSPaint Again:

I tell people I'd like to live in a country where nudity isn't stigmatized the way it is here, but at the same time I have issues surrounding my own nudity. I almost always sleep with clothes on. I feel strange walking around my apartment, outside of my bathroom, in any stage of undress, even though I live alone.

Effectually, I am okay with other peoples' nudity, but have issues with my own. That's a little strange, yeah?

Fun with MSPaint:

Roosevelt Auto Body Collision 1 - Super Awesome.

Someone side-swiped my car a while back and I just now got it into the shop to get fixed. I took it to Roosevelt Auto Body, because the other party's insurance was paying and it was one of their preferred shops.

When I took the car in, I asked if they would repair my passenger side mirror as well. I had banged it on a fence a while back, which cracked the casing, and then Mary nicked a dumpster later on, which finished it off. I was prepared to just suck up the cost for that since it had nothing to do with the accident, and it did sound like it might get a little costly. They can't order just new casing -- they have to order an entire mirror, wiring and all, which runs about $170. They could try getting a used part, but junkers like to sell off doors as a complete piece so they're unlikely to sell just the mirror casing.

So, anyhow, Roosevelt Auto Body finished work on my car today. I went to pick it up, expecting that I'd be paying about $170 out of pocket.

Not so!

They fixed the mirror for me! Bonded all the pieces back together, painted it... FOR FREE.

They did a great job fixing everything else, as well. And everything else was covered by the insurance. And they cleaned my car on top of that!

Sweet, sweet, sweet. I am in love with my auto shop.

My bus pulled up to the stop this morning while I was still half a block away. I ran toward it like a woman posessed, and... the bus driver waited for me. That never happens!

It turns out that, in my quest for better posture, I have been over-compensating and arching my lower back. Crazy. I hadn't even realized you could do that. It's like the anti-slouch.

These are the states that I have been to:


I counted states that I have driven through on the way, but not states that I have flown through / transferred planes in. (Effectively, I left out Texas. I spent approximately two hours in a Texas airport once, but I figure it doesn't count seeing as I never even exited airport security.)

These are the states that I have intentionally spent time in (does not count states that I drove through in order to spend time in another state):




There's a distinct bias toward the Midwest, eh? Interesting that I've seen so little of the west coast, especially seeing as I've lived on this coast for the last 6th of my life. I feel like I should go see more of the South sometime, also, although I'm not sure I'm quite as excited about that.

Create your own visited states map

I hate putting concentrated effort into something and not making the sort of headway I'd like. I'm used to being good at whatever I want to be, at being able to pick things up easily if I put my mind to it. It frustrates me when I am not able to do that.

I want to be good at Tango! I'm starting to be able to picture what I want my Tango to look like, what I'd like it to be, but I just can't do it. It feels like I'm hardly making any headway. Very frustrating.