September 16, 2011

My Latest Inspiration - A dancer and his pole

I've been mesmerized the past few days by a YouTube video of a very talented man. He's a pole dancer, and though he says he's not formally trained, to my lay eyes, he is very skilled and in total control of his form. His movements are so fluid and natural that I stare at the screen with my mouth open, dumbfounded as to how he does it.

The video has sparked a semi-controversial debate on his YouTube channel about his use of a pole—commonly associated with strippers, exotic dancers, and others who perform sexually oriented entertainment—to perform a Christian praise dance, also called a liturgical dance. He has received more support for his unique expression than not, thankfully. His dances are so beautiful that I cannot imagine even a staunch traditionalist not feeling somewhat moved by his expression.

Anyway, here he is, Jungle Cat, performing an Easter praise dance to "Don't Cry" by gospel singer Kirk Franklin. Let me say that this song has nearly brought me to tears, it's so beautiful and soothing. What a perfect coupling.





September 11, 2011

Movie Clichés

For today's post, I've decided to share with you a few of the overused scenarios I'm sick of seeing in movies.



1. The Fall. When running from the monster or killer or evil villain, some chick always falls down and either sprains her ankle or just falls, and for some reason find it's very difficult to get up without the faster runner having to come back and pull her up.

2. The Kiss. The sexual chemistry that exists between the male and female co-stars during what should be a frightening time. They kill or destroy the problem, they are bloodied and bruised, yet before they finish running to safety, they are so overcome with passion they have to kiss, bloody lips and all. Like who in the heck is trying to make love after having seen all their friends murdered, or defeating the aliens who were trying to destroy the human race?

3. The Old Wise Loon. In horror movies, there's always an old person who knows the background of said serial killer or monster. This person is usually the town drunk, or a recluse, or a homeless person who appears out of nowhere like "You kids trying to kill Metal Face, huh? Buy me a beer and I'll tell you the secret." So this old fool has watched people get slaughtered for years and never told anyone that to stop the bloodshed an ancient Mayan chant must be spoken at the stroke of midnight?

4. The Taming of the Shrew. The cold, city-loving, career woman has to come back to her small town in Pigeon Toe, MS, and rubs everyone the wrong way with her city ways until she meets the gentle farmer guy who doesn't get mad when she makes him feel inferior. He's not be educated like the big city guys she usually dates, but he's a good guy, and through several chance meetings (and him saving her life from a rabid raccoon), she comes to realize that living in the city isn't for her and that screw that corporate job, she wants to move home and ride horses into the sunset.



Like I said, there's more. Feel free to add others.