watching shane sparks routine tonight on SYTYCD:
"now what would this be called" - mommy
"It's hip hop mom" -me
"oh, I thought thought in order to be hip hop they had to wear baggy pants"- Mommy
I am with Nigel, I feel like this season is super paint drying material. I feel like the ideas are old. The dancers are uninspired. I judge everything by the goosebumps. I didn't get any this week. Sorry. They could most likely beat me out in a ballet class but...I remember nigel coming to peep and talking with me afterwards about the fact that he was not sure he had any superstars this season...I think he was right. It is just okay.
Team Brandon though. Should I craft a t-shirt?
Since we all need to be inspired I thought I would post this. If this doesn't make you feel tiny and want to do more for the world I am not sure that anything will.
That was amazing. This is also amazing. In addition to her keen knowledge of hip hop my mom brought me a collection of poems. This was the first one. Let us all not fall into the same holes over and over again.
THERE'S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
By Portia Nelson
Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost .... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit ... but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter Five
I walk down another street.
