When getting a hotel reservation on the phone, I spoke to a happy person whose name is Marvelous. That’s setting a standard from birth, isn’t it? But she was, indeed, mahvuhlus!

Right now, I’m listening to some possible tunes for a Lindy Hop dance with Jenn. One possibility, “Evenin'”:

Evenin’,
Every night you come and you find me,
Must you always come and remind me,
That my gal is gone.

Hurry, evenin’,
Don’t you see I’m deep in your power,
Every minute seems like an hour,
Since my gal is gone.

Shadows fall
On the wall,
That’s the time I miss her kiss most of all,
Even though I try
How can I go on?

Take me, evenin’,
Let me sleep ’til gray dawn is breaking,
I don’t care if I don’t awaken,
For my gal is gone.

Shadows fall
On the wall,
That’s the time I miss her kiss most of all,
Even though I try
How can I go on?

Take me, evenin’,
Let me sleep ’til gray dawn is breaking,
I don’t care if I don’t awaken,
For my gal is gone.

(Songwriters
Parish, Mitchell / White, Harry A.)

It fits in with what I imagined for a good dance, just slow enough to throw in some fun moves but fast enough to make the quick moves look quicker. And it stays away from the old swing standards.

Anyway, I’m as happy as a clam at a clam bake. What am I saying? I mean I’m as happy as a man with a stack of clams at a clam bake.

Why? Well, I received my collector’s edition of the New Statesman in the mail today, which means some good philosophical political reading to put me to sleep over the next few weeks. Bet my dreams will be dreamy, not dreary.

While we’re on the subject of newsworthy items, it seems that more and more celebrities are announcing they’re either gay/lesbian or they were born the wrong gender.

Well, I don’t want to miss the party so I’ll let you in on a secret I’ve known since 8th grade. I am not a binomial nor do I bisect anything. I simply dance tangentially to my partner and might, just might, play with polynomial shapes on the dance floor.

More as it develops…