Too Much

too much going on, in my head at least. many days of 100 degree heat keeping me from recording.

Clinic up and running and the momentum is starting. Pounding the pavement is starting to pay off and I've had 5 new and 4 returning clients in 2 days, ALL rescheduling. 3 more new and 7 more returning by week's end, and that's with today's no show. got a myspace page too, getting some viral marketing started, maybe the squarestate ad by week's end finally?

and Michael Moore this past weekend - rally and movie. a 'damn I really wish we had universal health coverage, I should move in with my cousin I've never met in Toronto' movie. a great talk on the capitol steps after the 100 heat broke and a Q&A after the free screening . . .

and now my tendonitis is acting up from too much typing today.

I'm done. too much. (and still a bit worn out from this whole clinic set up thing)

Shimmy for the Cure

I feel like it's taken all week to recover.

3 of 4 nights having Jim stay over with the late nights talking and coaching - nothing like having the esteemed Jim Boz give me bit of coaching on my 4 minute song at 12:30 in the morning, when it comes to that an Egyptian classicist can easily help a Turkish inclined gal.

I'd have liked to see more people at the show, and more of the tribal gals stick out the whole of Sunday. I never thought as a Turkish stylist I'd get so much out of an Egyptian teacher, regardless of the 12 years of friendship involved, but I did. Jim is truly an exceptional teacher, mixing technique and choreography in a balance that satisfied those looking for a focus on each and entertaining the ADD me by having things switched up enough to keep me involved. And seeing him perform for the second time since we left Portland, and the first time seeing him in a formal show, left me blown away.

Oh so formal, for such a fun weekend. And a sleep deprived weekend, and that's with me not staying around past for the up til 4 am Longmont located Sunday night chatfest. Nothing like being the fly on the wall while the experienced pros dish (at least til midnight).

But a slow acupuncture week, needed to let me catch up on sleep, but the wallet wasn't happy. Manu Chao tomorrow should cheer me up just fine, and meeting the cool personal trainer while wine shopping (after having ridden there in my friend's vintage side car!), moreso if I get some calls for private outcall needling for some of the big music tours coming thru this weekend, fingers and toes crossed . . . . .

Red zin on the cheap that's good too? Me likey. And no more crazy strong winds. Whew.