I smoked a hookah last night. It was nice. I will definately try that again.

Belly dancing class starts up this Friday. I'm taking the tribal-style class.

I realize that I have posted nothing of substance lately. Lest the feeling of shallowness overwhelm me, I shall tell you about my weekend.

On Sunday, I went to a belly dancing workshop. A woman in my class is trying to put together a central MA chapter of PURE (Public Urban Ritual Experiment). The idea behind PURE is promote peace and community in urban settings through public dance, as well as raising awareness of belly dance as an art form. There's a basic choreography that the dancers follow when dancing in public. The workshop was learning that choreography so that we can start dancing in the spring or summer.

I love the idea behind PURE. I get so down about the state of the world sometimes. There's so much violence and negativity. The idea that I could contribute some positivity to the planet through dancing energizes me. Not to mention the sheer joy of dancing together with a group of other dancers. It was a bonding experience, and refueled my interest in dance, which has been flagging lately.

The other thing that makes me happy is that I think I found my style of belly dancing- tribal. The style I've been learning, cabaret, is pretty, but it doesn't fit very well with me. ( Cut for belly dancing geekery. ) Tribal, on the other hand, does. It resonates with me, and to less important extent, my body type. The woman that taught the PURE workshop is going to be teaching tribal style belly dancing after the New Year at the dance studio. I may defect from my regular class to take the tribal class.