Dancing and Dissertating

So, had the big sit down with the Advisor yesterday about the draft of chapter one. Good news -- its not bad! Bad news -- it still needs a lot of work I guess I can live with that, as the work that IS there seems to be on the right track. I tend to hack out sections of a larger piece, then try to fit those sections together in a sensible manner. Accordingly, most of the feedback was that I needed clarity in transitions and more definition in the overall arc of the chapter. I can do that.

Ran 20 mins with B on the treadmills last night; very affirming. It turns out that when he takes three months off, and I keep training through, that a twenty minute run affects him more than me. Ha! I also am running faster, longer, than I was six months ago. So, woot.

Then, B and I went dancing. He has been taking dance lessons, from me and others, for several years now, in West Coast Swing. There's a nice tuesday night dance locally, so he proposed that the four of us (M, J, + he and I) go out -- but M had a bisy day, and after her belly dancing class (with which she is most pleased), she didn't have the energy. At the dance, I met an old friend (she knew me back when I was in undergrad, way back when) and that was good. B was frustrated that he has forgotten more than he ever learned, and I was frustrated because no one dances as well as my wife -- well, not with me, anyway. :) Its just so much more work dancing with someone who you haven't worked with for years! Joking, kinda -- I did have a good time. B is actually a much better dancer than he was back in the BA, though he doesn't necessarily see it, since he feels like he only has a limited (and much diminised) vocabulary. But he's in his body more, hearing the music better, and paying good attention to his partners. So, good on him!

More than anything else, I was struck by the heirarchy of dancers present -- this group is dominated by about 5 women, with whom only select individuals could dance. Watching the room stratify itself by perceived skill level is something I like to note -- it happens most everywhere. Here, it as distance from the stage -- the better you thought you were, the closer to the DJ and the raised stage you were.

Nothing really profound today.