I CAN PRETTY much dance anything so I don’t really have one best dance move.
It’s true that I can’t split, but I have done jaw-dropping dervishes.
I’m also pretty modern even if my leaps and jumps aren’t very high.
I’m confident with my dancing.
I know I can dance better than most people within the 20-year radius of 50.
And I am shameless on stage, or on the dance floor.
But the one dance I’d really like to learn is the Argentine tango.
And I want to learn both the male and female parts.
I want to perform the dance properly.
I think it’s very sexy.
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The Grand Budapest Hotel (from the Wes Anderson movie of the same title) is the fictional building I would like most to own.
Its fictional location is awesome.
It is pink, and it is grand in the old fashion manner.
I think it is absolutely romantic.
And I am one truly, genuinely romantic guy.
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All things being equal, I really think that my books, my writings, my movies, my artworks should cost more.
If only because I put so much heart, so much time, so much effort, and talent, in them.
But I understand the publishing and movie industries.
I also understand the poverty, and the weird choices, of consumers.
I know that if I priced my works higher than the current rates, or even higher than the competitors who lower their rates, I could end up not being patronized.
I don’t think that I would like that.
Bottom line, I am willing to lower my price just so my works, and my visions, are shared to the world.
Because I do not write, and create things, for myself, but for an audience of greater than one.
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I am pretty patriotic so I don’t think of a last time I was feeling patriotic.
As far as I’m concerned, there is just no one time for patriotism, or religiosity.
Maybe because I am a writer with a deep respect for the sacredness of words, I am easily roused by the singing of the national anthem, or that communal singing (or murmuring) of The Lord’s Prayer.
I am often brought to tears when I say the Pledge of Allegiance.
Just like when I say the Nicene Creed.
When I see my countrymen and women doing great, and wonderful, things on the world stage, I am cheeringly patriotic.
And I cringe to death when my countrymen and women humiliate, and make an ass of themselves, and our country, with their stupidity, and notorious pursuit of fame at whatever cost.
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I’ve definitely faked congratulatory greetings to people who I didn’t think deserve contest prizes.
But that’s only because as a public figure, I am also under strict scrutiny by the audience.
When the lights and cameras are on you, not to mention all the non-discriminating phone cameras of fans, how do you deal with losing, for example?
Dare you show your disappointment over the fact that you were passed over?
Or do you fake sportsmanship, and statesmanship?
Is it more important to be true to your feelings, and be forever remembered as a sore loser?
Or, do you try to muster your emotions, and be a public example of a winning loser?
To be an inspiration, and a shining example of civility and sportsmanship is also a wonderful thing.
Fake it until you make it, how’s that?
The equation is much more different in a world without cameras everywhere around us.
I have no problem slipping away to hide my disgust, or anger, or disappointment.
But when you are hounded by cameras, sometimes, you just have to smile. (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)
