Respecting my biorhythms — and other rhythms too

I don’t know why, but inspiration used to strike me in the morning, right after I’d done my daily rounds of newspapers and blog sites.  Now, though, that information seems to need to percolate for a while, and inspiration strikes in the afternoon or early evenings.  I’m sorry for that change, but my brain is resistant to any attempt to force a.m. creativity.

On a completely different note, but following on a point I made in an earlier blog post about my liking for “transformative fiction,” I have finally discovered Dancing With The Stars.  Yes, I know it’s been around for years, but I tend to be pretty disconnected from television, which is my husband’s domain.

Thanks to Hulu, though, I’ve slowly been working my way through Season 5, which happens to be the first season available.  Aside from liking ballroom dancing (I did grow up transfixed by old musicals, after all); and aside from thinking that the professional dancers, both male and female, are just gorgeous to watch; and aside from thinking that the studio band does a really good job with the music, all things considered, what I really love to see is reasonably well-known people dropped in a totally strange environment — and surviving.

Yes, old dogs can learn new tricks.  Yes, people can take the risk of appearing foolish in front of tens, hundreds, thousands or millions, and then end up not looking foolish at all.  Yes, we all have some inner grace and joie de vivre that can be teased out of us.  This show is the antidote to my mid-life crisis which was, as you recall, the sense that my youthful dreams are all over, and that this is it.  Apparently, at least when it comes to ballroom dancing (or, in my case, that still elusive martial arts black belt), this is not yet it.

By the way, if your biorhythm is telling you that this is the perfect time and place for an Open Thread, go for it.

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