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		<title>Beginner&#8217;s Mind Tango, Every Friday!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[[ February 3, 2012 7:00 pm to February 3, 2013 9:00 pm. ] In the mind of beginners there are many possibilities, in the mind of experts, few. This is truly Tango Mind, Beginner's Mind - for mind, body, soul.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>GREAT NEWS! I’m  now teaching tango every Friday night at <strong>La Pista, 7:00 to 8:00 pm</strong> with free practice til 9 pm or whenever. (Wed class continues, too, with Tom Lewis).</p>
<p><a href="../wp-content/uploads/2007/12/img_1892-e1272749386848.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/img_1892-e1272749386848.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-78 alignleft" title="camille &amp; carlos" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/img_1892-e1272749386848.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="266" /></a><br />
La Pista, downstairs studio – the door is on the ground level to the right of the main entrance.<br />
766 Brannan<br />
Between 6th and 7th<br />
Nearest Bart: Powell<br />
San Francisco, CA</p>
<p>La Pista, downstairs studio<br />
766 Brannan<br />
Between 6th and 7th<br />
Nearest Bart: Powell<br />
San Francisco, CA</p>
<div><a href="http://www.tangomango.org/mapframeset.php?dest=766+Brannan%2C+San+Francisco%2C+CA&amp;title=Beginner%27s+Mind+Tango%2C+La+Pista&amp;venue=La+Pista%2C+downstairs+studio" target="mapwin">Map</a></div>
<p>Class taught by Camille Cusumano, continues the theme of Wed classes  (taught by Tom &amp; Camille). We cultivate a strong foundation, cover  all fundamentals of this social dance, from walking &amp; the embrace to  keeping your axis &amp; the connection with partner. Come prepared to  dance, dance, dance. Absolute beginners are most welcome and all are  highly cared for. No dance experience necessary. No one leaves without a  smile (or a hug will be administered promptly). Drop-ins welcome and  embraced. Questions? Call Camille: 415-425-6515 (<a href="../" target="newwindow">www.camillecusumano.com</a>). &#8220;In the beginner&#8217;s mind there are many possibilities, in the expert&#8217;s mind there are few.&#8221;</p>
<p><strong><em>Photo is Camille &amp; Carlos at Tango under the Stars, Buenos Aires</em></strong></p>
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		<title>Congreso Internacional de Tango Terapia, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:18:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tango Therapy
Following are notes from:
Second International Congreso de Tangoterapia, 
Mendoza, Argentina, Oct 28 thru November 1, 2009
• Tango is unique in its use of silence and pauses.
-   vrcomasco@ciudad.com.ar
Dr. Comasco is a cardiologist who  heads the research  for the use of tango dancing in the prevention and  rehabilitation of  heart [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2>Tango Therapy</h2>
<p>Following are notes from:</p>
<p><em><strong>Second International Congreso de Tangoterapia, </strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Mendoza, Argentina, Oct 28 thru November 1, 2009</strong></em></p>
<p>• Tango is unique in its use of silence and pauses.</p>
<p>-   <a href="mailto:vrcomasco@ciudad.com.ar">vrcomasco@ciudad.com.ar</a></p>
<p><strong>Dr. Comasco </strong>is a<strong> </strong>cardiologist who  heads the research  for the use of tango dancing in the prevention and  rehabilitation of  heart disease at Argentina’s Favaloro Foundation. He  also happens to  love tango as does his wife, a psychologist who helped  demonstrate much  of his lecture by breaking into dance with him.</p>
<p>Dr. Comasco wants to establish guidelines for what tango therapy is   and isn’t and many of the participants shared ideas on that. Everyone   agreed that tango, as music, song, dance, or poetry, is a preventive   measure not a just treatment. Many discussed tango as “alternative   therapy.” But it must be recognized that Dr. Ricardo and other health   practitioners here are credentialed and work within the “establishment.”</p>
<p>Dr. Comasco suggested that tango therapy is something that <em>restores, maintains, and increases</em> health. He suggested we define health as <em>. . . </em></p>
<p>complete wellness—that is, not only the absence of disease, but we should include a “spiritual” component now.</p>
<p>He suggested complete health involves <em>social wellness</em>, harmonious development, or a fulfilled life.</p>
<p>Focusing on the purely physical benefits at first, Dr. Comasco showed   a video of tango dancers wired to monitors that displayed their heart   rates, which the dancing raised, and their oxygen consumption (known as   VO2max in athletic circles). Thus, he pronounced tango one of those   exercises that fulfills the profile for aerobic exercise—it must be done   with a frequency of at least three times a week, with an intensity  that  reaches a certain percentage (about 60 % for most) of your maximum   heart rate (MHR), and it must be done for a duration of say thirty   minutes minimum.</p>
<p>“Tango only has value when you are actively performing it,” noted Dr.   Comasco, “but there is a training effect in tango, too, with a certain   regularity.” (This is a very funny thing to say because anyone who  gets  into tango needn’t be told they have to do it regularly. More  likely  they need to be told to temper it.)</p>
<p>In sum, tango improves your heart-lung package, making that   fist-sized muscle more efficiently use oxygen. [Little aside: I kept   trying to find Dr. Comasco in the corridor to tell him that I believe   tango lowers my heart rate---the way yoga does for yogis; I can feel it   happening and I would love to be monitored during my tango trance.  Tango  is not aerobic for me, since I swim, bike, and power-walk. But I  never  got to corner him. He was always surrounded by many admirers.]</p>
<p>For some of the at-risk patients, Dr. Comasco modifies this regimen.   In applying tango therapy, age, condition, pathology, and psychology  are  all considered.</p>
<p>Dr. Comasco described how he breaks patients – a sort of triage –   into groups based on their risk of cardiac incident. He credits the late   Dr. Rene Favaloro with connecting tango &amp; health of late, but, he   says the first professionals to suggest tango as therapy were,   interestingly, French doctors, around 1913 in Paris. So this concept is   not new.</p>
<p><strong>Debora B. Rabinovich, clinical psychologist</strong>,   <a href="mailto:debora.rabinovich@mail.mcgill.ca">debora.rabinovich@mail.mcgill.ca</a></p>
<p>was one of my favorite speakers. Debora is currently doing graduate   work at McGill University, Montreal, in experimental medicine with a   specialization in bioethics. An Argentine native, she noted that in the   U.S.  there is intense use of alternative therapies or what she   describes as mind-body therapy. Thus for her that is what tango is seen   as.</p>
<p>Debora, a tango dancer, became interested in tango as therapy after   following the research of Dr. Gammon Earhart (Washington University) and   Dr. Patricia McKinley (McGill). Both those researchers showed the   benefits of tango for patients (at great risk of falling) with   Parkinson’s disease.</p>
<p>Debora noted that one-third of adults over 65 suffer falls annually.   Twenty percent end in death; forty percent end in hospital stays.   Quality of life suffers. [Coincidentally my mother fell right before I   attended the conference. Read HERE.]  Fear of falling, she said, was the   number one fear of old people in one survey (number two being crime,   three being fear of forgetting something important).</p>
<p>Debora noted that only 50 percent of medical prescriptions are   followed. But tango, were it to be prescribed, is an activity, not a   pill and there is a lot of pleasure in it and enjoyment. She talked of   how tango cultivates the “Flow” (per author Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi’s   book about “the psychology of optimal experience”). There is an   “intrinsic motivation,” in tango as therapy, meaning the dance in   itself, the pleasure one feels, the reward at the moment, is the end.</p>
<p><em>The source of motivation to do something must come from what we feel in the present moment of doing the activity. </em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p>At the moment of performing the act we experience great joy and don’t   want it to end. Like in tango. This is intrinsic motivation&#8212;there is   no after reward – no pay or material gain, no fame – nothing outside  the  activity. Many people find if an activity lacks this intrinsic  reward,  the individual stops doing it. (Think of the highly paid  business  men/women who suddenly give it all up&#8212;they may be rich  materially, but  their work offers no intrinsic reward&#8212;they cannot <em>flow</em>.)</p>
<p>There is considerable speculation as to why tango beats out other   dances as therapy (in one study by Dr. Gammon Earhart, tango beat out   foxtrot, American waltz, and tai chi as a mode of improving balance in   Parkinson’s patients). So one theory has been that tango shines above   other dances because it is a dance with “<em>undetermined</em> sequences” unlike say rumba, waltz with have <em>predetermined</em> sequences. Tango is multidirectional in its walks and turns; this helps   develop unilateral balance. It is simple but not easy. For example,  the  walking in tango is simple but not easy to do so elegantly. So  there is  a challenge and a goal&#8212;and that goal is attainable.</p>
<p>Tango involves the changing of weight from one leg to the other,   which is hugely beneficial to older adults, who lose this basic   capacity. Slowing down and pausing is part of the dance in tango. And   rhythm is important, because the music allows them to step in two   stages.</p>
<p>Tango is movement that encourages and promotes relationship between   adults. Debora noted a study of thirty persons, comparing the benefits   of tango and walking. You guessed which activity won. The walking group   was exposed to music and imagery in order to isolate the dancing as a   variable. Benefits of this study, in sum, were:</p>
<ol>
<li>Improvement      in perceived and real balance for both groups, the walkers and tango      dancers.</li>
<li>The      tango group increased in speed of pace they could walk. There were      psycho/social benefits of dance and rhythm.</li>
<li>Walking      group – 60 percent dropped out. Only one person dropped   out of the tango      group. And those in tango continued tango after   the study was over.</li>
<li>Conclusions      – results persisted for one month after study done. Tango was cost      effective and sustainable.</li>
</ol>
<p>Also of note: People in the study worked with a caretaker and tango improved that relationship.</p>
<p>TANGO EMBRACE</p>
<p>Debora, like many before her, suggested the embrace in and of itself   was therapeutic: it is physical, with touching, holding, transmission  of  cognitive info, a form of communication. It’s true that all partner   dancing has an embrace. But the one for tango is different. It’s soft   and sliding to accommodate the improvisational aspect. It’s not rigid or   firm, fixed, and “framelike” as in ballroom and swing, where info is   transmitted through tension or what’s called compression. In tango, it   is exactly the opposite. The touching is much more gentle and light with   ultimate sensitivity. The touching involves more than just the arms,   too. It involves the torso, also in a fluid way.</p>
<p>Debora noted that all dance bonds emotions to movement and communication so it is a sustainable practice.</p>
<p>She mentioned the “complexity” of tango, which is sort of an   interesting paradoxic to my mind. The dance is simple. The complexity   derives from the fact that each partner must be responsible for his/her   own axis (or weight) and prepared to move in any direction.</p>
<p>Thus, Debora noted that self-sufficiency was an important factor in   the study. The participants got to use their own judgment.   Self-confidence went way up. They performed an activity with some   challenge built in, thus with their increase in efficiency, they could   say, “I learned this.” This means the world to people whose very sense   of meaning in life is at risk (such as in elders). In this sense, tango   offers spiritual benefits.</p>
<p>Body image is hugely affected by physical problems and tango helps to   restore body image. Debora described patients who got a new   self-identity from dancing tango—such as a woman with chronic back pain.</p>
<p>Tango’s best characteristics according to Debora:</p>
<p>&#8212;Tango has clear goals that are easy to see, identifiable, with immediate feedback.</p>
<p>&#8212;It offers a good balance between demand and skill of the activity.</p>
<p>&#8212;It makes the doer become so involved in the activity and lose   self-awareness; feel centered in the present and lose the fact of past   and future, in a flow-like altered sense of time.</p>
<p>&#8212;In tango, you move at rhythm of other person.</p>
<p>&#8212;Participans all felt connected with universe as a whole.</p>
<p>&#8212;It gives the participants a sense of autonomy. It improves   balance, strength, and mobility. Significantly, there is a high   adherence to it. It is a valued challenge and provides the contact   lacking in elderly.</p>
<p><strong>Carlos A. Rodriguez Moreno</strong>, Professor of music and song</p>
<p><a href="mailto:rodriguezmoreno@gmx.net">rodriguezmoreno@gmx.net</a></p>
<p><em>Sujeto y sociedad</em> (Society and the individual) – Here I simply offer my notes per the translator – with only enough editing to make legible</p>
<p><em>“Tango is a vehicle for different customs no longer practiced,   such as the etiquette in milonga. . .  the 1960s abolished a lot of   consideration for others. Tango is a public intimate activity and it is a   reservoir to keep social relations as a model we should practice. The   lyrics and art imagery of tango impart philosophy, a vision of sorts.   There is a model of man/woman, of self-awareness. The classic</em><em> story of the man abandoned by woman set in motion by Mi Noche Triste in   1917 [a song that marks the dramatic change of tango from felicitous to   melancholic]. Tango is still accompanying social change. The seduction   ritual centers the dance – the lyrics and actual dance talk with each   other. . . .In a few seconds of tango dancing you can learn what would   take a whole hour or more of coffee drinking.”  It has something we   can’t compare to other dances. . .</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>In tango – it has such an esthetic and the lyrics are strong   [unlike other dances]. We get sensitive to eroticism. It thus makes us   dancers more sensitive and vulnerable. </em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>Self esteem is changed. We are now self aware . . . A cognitive   process comes from the embrace. Many things can happen when male/female   come together in the embrace and with the centrifugal force they feel.   Tango is a chance to recover that masculine/feminine thing . . . Tango   is a great cultural compass. It is art in itself, nurtured from the   immigrants.” </em></p>
<p><strong>Dr. Roberto Antonio Schena</strong>, is a cardiologist, 80 years old</p>
<p><a href="mailto:drschena@yahoo.com.ar">drschena@yahoo.com.ar</a></p>
<p><a href="mailto:rasche@intramed.net.ar">rasche@intramed.net.ar</a></p>
<p><em>Con el Corazon en el tango</em> (the Heart and Tango)</p>
<p>In tango there is not only the heart chakra connection – but also   connection to the liver, kidney, stomach, because the heart has “eyes”   and understanding. To the Egyptians, the heart was so important it was   left in the mummies. There was a consciousness was in the heart.</p>
<p>I am abridging Dr. Schena’s long talk here. He took the heart through   history (and pre-history), noting some provocative things such as that   the heart lost prestige in the Middle Ages, then regained it with the   Romantics in the Renaissance.</p>
<p>The next speaker continued on the theme of the body itself as communication.</p>
<p><strong>Daniela Florencia Galicia</strong>, a psychotherapist gave a talk entitled <em>Tango y Erotismo</em></p>
<p>She spoke of “optimizing the erotic bond” that tango creates. Tango   is more akin to making love than to other dances. The body is an open   book. Its capacity for communication is huge; we can use tango to enrich   and develop our senses, to enable us to communicate at the erotic   level.</p>
<p>“We assume there is a communication deficit in any dissatisfied couple (who comes to see her for counseling),” Daniela says.</p>
<p>There are verbal and nonverbal channels of communication.</p>
<p>Ten to fifteen percent of all communication is conscious. 80 to 90   percent is unconscious; 65 percent of messages pass thru to us through   nonverbal channels.</p>
<p>So important is the human body as a form of communication. And tango,   more than any other partner dance, uses more of the human body to   transmit info.</p>
<p>Tango is a great form of communication between different bodies.   Stimulation of senses of smell, taste, and touch, of genitals comes with   this dance.</p>
<p>Originally, before speech – we communicated with our body and with   crude throat-body sounds. Speech has come late in our human evolution.   And with socialization, our responses became more complex. The body   communication is much older and established – and we still have it, if   latent or dormant. TANGO wakes it up.</p>
<p>Our conscious part has the lowest percentage of focus on speech. In   other words, know it or not, you are transmitting and receiving most   info through your body, face, touch, etc.</p>
<p>Tango is a dance that is one of the best resources in body language   training. It helps the couple start to express, sense, feel. It invites   us to extend to the erogenous zones.</p>
<p>Back to lost contact: it also generates anxiety – many leave or drop   out of the tango lesson. Anxiety is necessary to the extent it helps   mobilize attention to communication. Tango invites us to LET GO and   follow the rhythm. Relinquishing control is a huge stone rolled away for   some. Tango is an exquisite tool for couples therapy.</p>
<p>• Let me interject that tango is famous for breaking up couples;   perhaps this is a good thing. Once they communicate honestly some   partners find they do not want to be a couple.</p>
<p><strong><em>More notes to come from many other speakers</em></strong></p>
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		<title>La Milonguita</title>
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Our beginning tango classes at La Pista: We specialize in teaching beginners, including those who have never danced at all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><em>Milonga </em></strong>is a word of African origin meaning something like &#8220;gathering place.&#8221;<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/MeRogerIdeal.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-2942" title="Me&amp;RogerIdeal" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/MeRogerIdeal.jpg" alt="" width="293" height="240" /></a></p>
<p>Every last Friday of the month we offer this beginner&#8217;s milonga, open to all tangueros!<strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>Where: LA PISTA</strong>, San Francisco, 768 Brannan Street (between 6<sup>th</sup> &amp; 7<sup>th</sup> streets), 7 to 8 pm is class; 8 to 11pm is the milonga.</p>
<p>Before the milonga we&#8217;ll teach a smooth move or pattern (<em>figura</em>) you can use in the milonga.</p>
<p>Class is free with milonga admission, $10, includes:</p>
<p>• Dancing tango in the milonga as it’s done in Argentina</p>
<p>• The etiquette, including the <em>cabeceo</em>, <em>tanda,</em> <em>charla</em>, <em>chamuyo</em> (!), and more</p>
<p>• Experienced dancers on hand to answer questions and help you feel at ease</p>
<p>• Refreshments served</p>
<p>• DJ music by <a href="http://firetigerdance.com/">Mila Salazar</a><strong><a href="http://firetigerdance.com/">,</a> </strong>custom designed for beginners</p>
<p>Intermediate/advanced dancers encouraged to come</p>
<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/blog/beginners-mind-tango/">More on our beginner classes</a></p>
<p><strong><em>Milonga Etiquette Primer</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cabeceo</em></strong> – the head-nod with eye-lock that dancers use to invite each other to dance a tanda.</p>
<p><strong><em>Tanda </em></strong>–  series of 3, 4, or 5 like-themed songs – either  tango, vals (waltz),  or milonga themes. Within those three categories  there are many  interpretations depending on the composers (to name a few  whom you’ll  hear in a traditional milonga: DiSarli, Biaggi, Troilo,  D’Arienzo,  Canaro, Calo, Laurenz, DiAngelis, Donato, and many more).</p>
<p><strong><em>Cortina</em></strong> – a short piece of recognizably non-tango music that tells you the tanda is over, sit down.</p>
<p><strong><em>Charla </em></strong>–  this is Spanish for chat. Some dancers prefer  to stand in silence  between songs in a tanda – perfectly acceptable (and  silence during the  dance is highly advised). But most dancers take the  10, 20 seconds or  so to have a <em>charla, </em>which often involves telling your partner how much you enjoy his/her dance, embrace, etc.</p>
<p><strong><em>Chamuyo</em></strong> (chah-moo-jsho) –this is a Lunfardo (Argentine  slang) term and you  hear it a lot in the milongas of Buenos Aires, “What  a load of  chamuyo!” speaking on a subject with a pretense of authority,  when in  reality the speaker is simply inventing, or &#8220;bullshitting.&#8221; It  can also  mean &#8220;sweet talk&#8221; such as when a guy is &#8220;talking trash&#8221; to a  girl,  saying nothing of substance, for the purpose of socializing. After  all  tango and the milonga is a milieu of seduction (and betrayal, some   say). So flirt, and <em>chamuyar</em>, to your heart’s content</p>
<p><strong><em>Piropo</em></strong> – a flirtatious remark – could be <strong><em>chamuyo</em></strong>, or not. Examples: “On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re an 11! OR: “If Adam ate the apple for Eve, I’ll eat the entire tree for you!”</p>
<p>At La Pista, we offer beginners this special &#8220;milonga with training wheels.&#8221;</p>
<p>Our  beginning tango classes at La Pista: We specialize in teaching   beginners, including those who have never danced at all.</p>
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		<title>Quantum Tango = D.A.N.C.E.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 22:02:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If tango is a compound composed of two molecules, say male and female, of equal and opposite attraction, its atomic particles might be these body mechanics: Spirals, Weight changes,  Pivots. Combined in numerous, perhaps infinite configurations. When energy in the form of motion and (body) heat is applied to the the "compound" the result is a state called D.A.N.C.E. --- Dynamic Association with New Consciousness Elevated.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If tango is a compound composed of two molecules, say male and  female, of equal and opposite attraction, its atomic particles might be  these body mechanics: Spirals, <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/TangoPhotoMontageIdeal2.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2224" title="TangoPhotoMontageIdeal2" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/TangoPhotoMontageIdeal2-231x300.jpg" alt="" width="231" height="300" /></a>Weight changes,  Pivots. Like the atoms of matter, they may be combined in numerous, perhaps  infinite configurations. When energy in the form of motion and (body)  heat is applied to the the &#8220;compound&#8221; the result is a state called  D.A.N.C.E. &#8212; Dynamic Association with New Consciousness Emerging.</p>
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		<title>Argentine Tango at La Pista</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 21:53:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since October, 2011, I&#8217;ve been teaching tango at La Pista dance studio in San Francisco. I teach on Wednesdays with Tom Lewis, the owner and architect of this amazing salon. Mila Salazar, the beautiful dancer seen en apilado with Jesse, below, had been teaching with Tom but she is now gearing up to start a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since October, 2011, I&#8217;ve been teaching tango at La Pista dance studio in San Francisco. I teach on Wednesdays with Tom Lewis, the owner and architect of this amazing salon. <a href="http://firetigerdance.com/">Mila Salazar</a>, the beautiful dancer seen <em>en apilado</em> with Jesse, below, had been teaching with Tom but she is now gearing up to start a brand new <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_0413_2.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2947" title="Mila &amp; Jess apilado" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_0413_2-285x300.jpg" alt="" width="285" height="300" /></a>beginner&#8217;s tango class on Monday nights. She also helps out with many tasks of running a tango dance school.</p>
<p>You will not find another dance salon like La Pista.</p>
<p>Its owner, Tom Lewis, is in the restoration business and that  <em>restorative</em> knack of his seems to overflow into his passion for  Argentine tango. A nurturing air of calm and tranquility pervades La  pista&#8217;s two levels, including the top floor where Tom&#8217;s business offices  line the front of the building. The warmth and generosity of its  designer and architect pervade La Pista in the scarlet walls hung with  many evocative photos and paintings of tango performers in pose. It&#8217;s not too far afield to say that La Pista is a refuge, a sanctuary, even a temple to the art of dance in all its glorious benefits to mind, body, soul.</p>
<p>Thanks largely to Tom, La Pista attracts the best tango dancers from around the world. I&#8217;ll admit to a possible lack of impartiality when I say that San Francisco has the best Argentine tango community outside of Buenos Aires.  Buenos Aires beats us in sheer numbers and density of crowds, teachers, and all the accoutrements that tango brings.  But SF, being SF, has an air of freedom, mutual support, and great local teachers&#8212;a combination found nowhere else that I know of.</p>
<p>Drop by for a class:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/blog/beginners-mind-tango/"><strong><em>Tango for Beginners</em></strong> </a>– with Tom Lewis &amp; Camille Cusumano, La Pista, 766 Brannan St. SF, Wednesdays, 7:30 to 8:30 pm, with practice time afterward. $10.<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/153528-8x12.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2948" title="Tom &amp; Christy" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/153528-8x12-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /></a></p>
<p>Starting Friday, February 3, 2012, Beginning Tango class, 7 to 8 p.m. withe Camille. &#8211; $10.</p>
<p>Starting late February, 2012, Beginning Tango class, Monday nights with Mila Salazar &#8211; TBA.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/blog/la-milonguita/">Starting January 27, 2012, every last Friday is La Milonguita, beginner&#8217;s milonga, open to all tangueros.</a></p>
<p><strong>Note on shoes:</strong> The best shoes to wear are soft-soled, slippery &#8211; like suede or leather. Nothing synthetic that is non-slip. I am going to start bringing old (clean) socks to class for anyone who doesn&#8217;t want to buy special shoes &#8211; that&#8217;s a trick I learned in Buenos Aires that will work, too. You slip the socks OVER your shoes.</p>
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		<title>Beginner&#8217;s Mind Tango</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 21:52:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We focus on beginners to tango and to aspiring tangueros who have never danced. All our classes start with exercises to help you keep all-important technique in mind as you execute steps. Tango technique can be summed up in three important body mechanics: spirals, weight change (or transference of weight around your axis), and pivots]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><strong>&#8220;In the mind of beginners there are many possibilities, in the mind of experts, few.&#8221;</strong></em> —Suzuki Roshi, Zen rascal</p>
<p><strong>Step list</strong></p>
<p>All of our classes at <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/blog/argentine-tango-at-la-pista/">La Pista </a> follow a similar format: warming up with exercises facing the mirror without partners, explanation of the technique we are focusing on, introduction <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/TangoPhotoMontageIdeal2.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2224" title="TangoPhotoMontageIdeal2" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/TangoPhotoMontageIdeal2-231x300.jpg" alt="" width="231" height="300" /></a>of the step&#8212;with partners, then separately with lead and follow parts shown slowly, then dancing and practicing with Tom and Camille coming around to help all participants with correct form, technique, and, when helpful, attitude.</p>
<p>Here is what you should expect to learn in your first 8 weeks (1–2 hours of class time) of beginning Argentine tango:</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong>Walking</strong> (caminada)</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong>Walking in the line of dance (always counter-clockwise) with weight changes in place</strong></p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Rock step – cadencia</em></strong></p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Check steps – rock steps</em></strong> with a quick-quick weight change and a little (45-degree) turn to the left</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Ochos (figure eights),</em></strong> forward and backwards</p>
<p>&#8212;8-count basic or <strong><em>basico</em></strong> to the cross or <strong>cruzada</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8212;</strong>&#8212;<strong><em>Molinetes </em></strong>(or giros or grapevines) – the follower turns to the left or to the right as led by the leader</p>
<p>&#8212;Walking to the <strong><em>cruzada</em></strong> in <strong><em>normal (parallel) system</em></strong> (lead and follow step on opposite feet, LR or RL)</p>
<p>&#8212;Walking to the <strong><em>cruzada</em></strong> in <strong><em>cross system</em></strong> (lead and follow step on the same foot, LL or RR)</p>
<p>&#8212;Walking inside &amp; outside (left) &amp; on the follower’s dark (right) side without leading the follower to the <em>cruzada – </em>in normal system</p>
<p>Extra, but not necessary yet:</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Ocho cortado</em></strong> (cut ocho)</p>
<p><strong><em>About our classes</em></strong>: We focus on beginners  and  aspiring tangueros who have never danced. All our classes start with  exercises to help you keep all-important technique in mind as you  execute steps. Tango technique can be summed up in three important body mechanics: spirals, weight change (or transference of weight around your axis), and pivots (almost always on one leg). We “triage” in   our classes, that is, everyone does the beginning   exercises together,   then we take newcomers aside to bring them up to   speed with one-on-one   instruction.</p>
<p>You will hear us talk frequently about connecting with the floor (like those famous tires that &#8220;grrrip the road&#8221;) and also about keeping your posture (head up, not looking down at your feet).</p>
<p>&#8212;Weight changes – transferring weight from one foot to the other, we talk of shifting the <strong><em>axis</em></strong> left or right.</p>
<p>&#8212;the <strong><em>axis</em></strong> is always the center of our body around which all weight is evenly distributed.</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Pivots </em></strong>– used frequently in tango by both leader and  follower, pivots can be thought of as a rotation of the axis in place  before stepping and they rely a lot on the fact that you most often are  always on one leg or the other, or the free-leg principle.</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Free-leg</em></strong> principle – see above</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Maintaining your axis</em></strong> – you’ll hear this a lot in  tango because, given the intimate (close) embrace of the dance, one can  lean too much into his/her partner. But the beauty of the dance is this  paradox of shared axis but still “maintaining your own axis.” This  paradox is what (Camille thinks) leads to the feeling of a Third  Presence in tango.</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Third Presence</em></strong> (also referred to as Tango Moment)– see above or pick Camille’s (or Tom’s) brain(s).</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Contra-Body Movement</em></strong> (also called CBM or  disassociation) – the upper body, from about waist up turns slightly on a  diagonal to the lower body (waist down), a movement used to lead the  follower to the <em>cruzada</em>/cross. I have decided to use the simpler, more lyrical term, &#8220;spiral,&#8221; but keep in mind that it can mean the spiral begins at your shoulders or at your feet.</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Connecting</em></strong> with the floor is important – Tom has  said this many times. So we work on this each class with the music.  Stepping cleanly, precisely, meaningfully into the floor <strong><em>with</em></strong> the music is like enunciating in good speech, or like writing good  poetic meter. We say that tango music doesn’t have a precise rhythm or  tempo but it does have a beat or cadence—and it does have rhythm and  melody. You have a certain of amount of freedom in how you follow that  beat or cadence.</p>
<p>&#8212;Along with <em>connecting with the earth</em> or digging our feet  in, we might think of reaching, from say the waist (third chakra area)  up toward the sky or heaven. This will help us to keep good <strong><em>posture</em></strong>.</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Connection</em></strong> with partner – close/closed embrace we  meet torso to torso but allowing space between our lower torso or  abdominal area (this embrace is also called a <em>carpa, </em>from Spanish for tent.) Connection is highly personal and individual</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Embrace</em></strong> – soft, sliding, pressure is equally  distributed along all points of contact. Palms meet palms softly, pulses  may touch, elbows are pointed down. The arms go around each other and  connect gently. There is a lot to say about embrace, which, like  connection, can vary from couple to couple, depending on several  factors.</p>
<p>&#8212;the <strong><em>Lead</em></strong> comes from the leader’s torso/chest (the heart-light), not his arms.</p>
<p>&#8212;The <strong><em>Follower</em></strong> waits for the lead, is always in the “<em>hover</em>”  zone (Camille’s term), one leg suspended, not anticipating, but waiting  for the lead. (Waiting is the only virtue, in tango and in life.)</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong> <em>Fully engaged</em> </strong>- Tango may well be soft, gentle, smooth, but the whole body is <em>engaged</em>. It&#8217;s as if your whole body is one elastic muscle—the degree of elasticity varies with the style of tango danced, but it should always be there in some capacity. Both leader and follower are 100 percent <em>engaged </em>(elastic),  moment to moment. This engagement might be the vehicle that transports  each dancer to that place in tango of “no clock time” (no past or  future), where you feel that music is dancing you. You will decide for  yourself. Meanwhile, to help you cultivate being fully present and  engaged, I like to say, as we say in yoga, <em>pull your every muscle to the bone</em>.</p>
<p>&#8212;<strong><em>Tango is a dance of improvisation</em></strong> – you learn the  basic structure (or vocabulary) and the all-important technique and then  you invent the way to connect it all within the framework of the music  and the dialog between two partners. No two dances or dancers are ever  the same. We will help you understand this concept.</p>
<p>When you have some idea of the above, you are ready for your first milonga, La Milonguita, every last Friday of the month. It&#8217;s a &#8220;milonga with training wheels.&#8221;</p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 20:52:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We are all weavers of our destiny. We are all reading our life as its plot, theme, and larger story unfolds before us. Or, we might say, taking in the woof and warp of the tapestry as it falls into place. Some of us are just more aware of the loom and the materials at hand.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>We are all weavers of our destiny. We are all reading our life as its plot, theme, and larger story unfolds before us. Or, we might say, taking in the woof and warp of the tapestry as it falls into place. Some of us are just more aware of the loom and the materials at hand.</em></p>
<p>I contend that no matter whether you write fiction (short stories or novels) or creative non-fiction (essays, memoirs, magazine features), the same set of rules applies to the <img class="alignright" title="writer under tree" src="http://www.emich.edu/english/gsp/writing.gif" alt="" width="265" height="177" />craft and art of <em>good</em> writing (where good = readable, compelling, digestible, interesting, entertaining, informative, perturbing, moving, rewarding, satisfying, and more). For, even in telling the “truth,” as in memoir, you are always recalling, remembering, reconstructing the past. You consciously or unconsciously choose the details to emphasize, the accent, importance, emphasis to give events, facts, persons, and you set the tempo, pacing in hindsight. In other words, the filter of sense, perception, conception, interpretation is not much different from the filter at work in fiction. The mechanics of language is true in fiction, even if imagined, even if you sink into the depths of yourself to shape the stuff of nighttime dreams. All writing is based on the experiential even if that experience is imagined. In sum, if you are not bringing art to bear on the least piece of writing, you are missing one of life’s great opportunities, free to every last one of us.</p>
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		<title>Writing As Refuge &#8211; workshop overview</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:01:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[3. Process from the inside out: Brief chat on blocks &#038; obstacles (acute &#038; chronic) to writing process, real &#038; perceived (or imagined). I’ll share a bit on my work to break through (using meditation, art therapy) and point to Tolstoy, Hemingway, Woolf, Styron, and other luminaries who all had it. Can you name writing’s Public Enemy No. 1? 4. From the outside in: We’ll read a couple of short pieces, one on the magic &#038; mystique of writing (how it lets our hidden self/material float to the surface); and a second short essay that exemplifies how the deeply personal telegraphs or unpacks the universal. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A workshop for all writers, all levels</p>
<p><strong>OVERVIEW OF THE DAYLONG WORKSHOP</strong></p>
<p>I. <em>Writing as Process — </em>First half of the day focuses on writing as <em>process</em> paced with some discussion and writing to hone awareness of the deeply personal nature each of us brings to it.</p>
<p>1. Jumping in, feet, head, and hands first – a fun little exercise to prime the pump (Hint: we’ll be using <em>memory</em>, real and false.) <img class="alignright" title="ms. woolf" src="http://photos3.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/9/d/a/0/event_74620352.jpeg" alt="" width="289" height="360" /></p>
<p>2. Brief Introductions – Hello, my name is . . . what I hope to achieve . . . .</p>
<p>3. Process from the <em>inside out</em>: Brief chat on blocks &amp; obstacles (acute &amp; chronic) to writing process, real &amp; perceived (or imagined). I’ll share a bit on my work to break through (using meditation, art therapy) and point to Tolstoy, Hemingway, Woolf, Styron, and other luminaries who all had it. Can you name writing’s Public Enemy No. 1?</p>
<p>4. From the <em>outside in</em>: We’ll read a couple of short pieces, one on the magic &amp; mystique of writing (how it lets our hidden self/material float to the surface); and a second short essay that exemplifies how the deeply personal telegraphs or unpacks the universal.</p>
<p>5. A Letter to the <em>Editor</em> – You will write something so unbridled, so telling, so revealing, and maybe even hair-raising and breathtaking that only you will decide whether or not you want to share it. Instructions to come in class.</p>
<p>6. The <em>Writer’s 7-Step Prescription</em> to cultivate your <em>“autonomic writing system</em>” – This is a bare bones overview (with personal writing exercises) of the actual physical and mental journey writers encounter in getting to place of confidence, trust, and elation in their process. Briefly, it draws from Elizabeht Kubler-Ross’s stages of dying, Zen meditation, and my personal experience of overcoming resistance to writing. (A helpful acronym: DABDA+EN – to be decoded.)</p>
<p>7. Your <em>Passion as Prose</em>: First a silent period of writing about the passion that drives or inspires you to write (vs. any other art form) followed by a brief group discussion (<em>Talk Your Story</em>). Participants have the option of saving their piece to share in private with me, the instructor, in the private sessions upcoming.</p>
<p>8. <em>Piece of Your Heart</em> (or <em>Prose as Passion</em>): I now guide you to write a focused piece based on our previous discussion and exercise. (Brief discussion of “lede,” importance of, and why is it &#8220;lede,&#8221; not &#8220;lead.&#8221;) Note, this is not a random “writing prompt.” It is specifically focused on you and your material. Personal anecdote to come: <em>The Most Splendid Duck. </em></p>
<p>9. LUNCH BREAK – I like to keep the connection with you all by eating together and just informally chatting. But anyone is free to go off alone and return for next half.</p>
<p>10. Private Sessions – While the group continues to work on specific writing, I will take each participant one on one to talk about his/her writing, content and process.</p>
<p><em>Focus on content, style</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p>11. <em>The six key elements of good writing</em> – presentation of each followed by writing, applying to the piece you’re working on.</p>
<p>A. Includes the <em>Seventh Element</em> – breaking rules, when, how, why. (Hint: Who is the reader?) I’ll read a short piece – with all the elements and we’ll continue writing until the final hour.</p>
<p>B. Includes brief discussion of <em>Truths, Half-Truths, and Truths-and-a-Half</em> in writing. When, if ever, is bending, re-focusing, refracting, embroidering truth permissible in creative non-fiction?</p>
<p>C. Includes discussion of <em>plot &amp; theme</em>, how they apply whether you write fiction or non-fiction, how there is never-ending debate on the number of plots that all literature falls under. Some say one universal plot. Others say there are 3, 7, 20, or 36 possible different plots (or for our purposes, themes). I’ll tell you about all of them. Can you name the two elements that keep readers reading a story?</p>
<p>12. The last 45 minutes of the workshop is dedicated to integrating writing as process &amp; content.</p>
<p><em>Handouts with workshop overview and reading list to be given out.</em></p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 21:52:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Writing is drawing that's been untied and retied. But he likes it as Drawing is writing that's been untied and retied.I like both. Food for thought.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A wonderful new friend, Peter Weiss, an insightful photog, artist, and more told me this:</p>
<p><em>Writing is drawing that&#8217;s been untied and retied</em>. But he likes it as <em>Drawing is writing that&#8217;s been untied and retied.</em></p>
<p>I like both.</p>
<p>Food for thought.</p>
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		<title>Tango is like a pulsar, like Venus, like Earth . . .</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 22:11:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[pulsars are stars that are wearing down, falling apart like worn out humans. Pulsars are "the remnants of once-mighty stars that emit beams of energy like cosmic lighthouses" and they are born when the core of a massive star stops producing energy. However, says StarDate, f they partner up with another pulsar they regain energy and get strong again. Just like in tango: ". . .  if they have a companion star, they can spin up again by stealing some of its gas — a process that can make the pulsar spin hundreds of times a second."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft" title="Betelgeuse pulsar" src="http://blogs.discovery.com/.a/6a00d8341bf67c53ef0147e1cc5921970b-800wi" alt="" width="277" height="255" />A recent StarDate report (NPR) told of pulsars which are stars that are wearing down, falling apart like worn out humans. Pulsars are &#8220;the remnants of once-mighty stars that emit beams of energy like cosmic lighthouses&#8221; and they are born when the core of a massive star stops producing energy. However, says StarDate, if they partner up with another pulsar they regain energy and get strong again. Just like in tango<strong><em>: &#8220;. . . </em></strong><em><strong> if they have a companion star, they can spin up again by  stealing some of its gas — a process that can make the pulsar spin  hundreds of times a second.&#8221;</strong></em></p>
<p>Another StarDate reported how the Earth&#8217;s axis being at a tilt in relation to the sun is why we have season&#8217;s. However, Venus has a straight up and down axis in it orbit. In dancing tango, think of yourself as  the Earth when learning the off-axis moves like volcadas and colgadas and be Venus when the dance calls for you to be straight to the core, trusting the forces of your orbit.</p>
<p>When you start dancing regularly in the milongas, you will grasp how the idea that we are heavenly bodies trying to stay in our orbits, giving and receiving energy, is not so far fetched.</p>
<p><strong>Full script of StarDate report on Pulsars:</strong><em><br />
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<p><em>&#8220;They signal to us across thousands of light-years, pulsing through the cosmic static like a vinyl record that’s reached the end of its songs&#8230;.like the furious rhythm of a tom-tom&#8230;.or like the whine of an electric motor&#8230;. </em></p>
<p><em>These are the calls of pulsars — the remnants of once-mighty stars that emit beams of energy like cosmic lighthouses.</em></p>
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<div class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 260px"><img title="pulsars" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/Position_Alpha_Ori.png/250px-Position_Alpha_Ori.png" alt="" width="250" height="319" /><p class="wp-caption-text">A Heavenly Milonga</p></div>
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<p><em>A pulsar is born when the core of a massive star stops producing energy. It collapses, forming a neutron star. Such a stellar remnant is more massive than the Sun, but only a few miles in diameter. A chunk of its matter the size of a thimble would weigh billions of tons.</em></p>
<p><em>As the core collapses, it spins faster, like an ice skater who pulls in her arms — up to dozens of revolutions every second. It also generates a powerful magnetic field. As the newborn neutron star spins, particles trapped in the magnetic field emit beams of energy from the magnetic poles — often in the form of radio waves. If Earth lies in the path of one of the beams, telescopes detect rapid pulses of energy — hence the name “pulsar” — short for “pulsating star.”</em></p>
<p><em>Over time, pulsars lose energy, so they spin slower. <strong>But if they have a companion star, they can spin up again by stealing some of its gas — a process that can make the pulsar spin hundreds of times a second.</strong></em></p>
<p><em>The rate at which a pulsar spins can be changed by the pull of companions — including planets. More about that tomorrow.&#8221;</em></p>
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		<title>Kuan Yin&#8217;s Prayer for the Abuser</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Read at SF Zen Center by Jana Drakka, Saturday Sangha lecture, Jan 7, 2012
Kuan Yin&#8217;s Prayer for the Abuser
To those who withhold refuge,
I cradle you in safety at the core of my Being.
To those that cause a child to cry out,
I grant you the freedom to express your own choked agony.
To those that inflict terror,
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Read at SF Zen Center by Jana Drakka, Saturday Sangha lecture, Jan 7, 2012</p>
<p>Kuan Yin&#8217;s Prayer for the Abuser</p>
<p>To those who withhold refuge,<br />
I cradle you in safety at the core of my Being.<br />
To those that cause a child to cry out,<br />
I grant you the freedom to express your own choked agony.<br />
To those that inflict terror,<br />
I remind you that you shine with the purity of a thousand suns.<br />
To those who would confine, suppress, or deny,<br />
I offer the limitless expanse of the sky.<br />
To those who need to cut, slash, or burn,<br />
I remind you of the invincibility of Spring.<br />
To those who cling and grasp,<br />
I promise more abundance than you could ever hold onto.<br />
To those who vent their rage on small children,<br />
I return to you your deepest innocence.<br />
To those who must frighten into submission,<br />
I hold you in the bosom of your original mother.<br />
To those who cause agony to others,<br />
I give the gift of free flowing tears.<br />
To those that deny another&#8217;s right to be,<br />
I remind you that the angels sang in celebration of you on the day of your<br />
birth.<br />
To those who see only division and separateness,<br />
I remind you that a part is born only by bisecting a whole.<br />
For those who have forgotten the tender mercy of a mother&#8217;s embrace,<br />
I send a gentle breeze to caress your brow.<br />
To those who still feel somehow incomplete,<br />
I offer the perfect sanctity of this very moment.</p>
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		<title>Tango in Nairobi, Africa</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 12:44:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, how many people told me "You won't find tango in Nairobi?" They didn't know Mario Ruggier, a native of Malta and naturalized Canadian who came by way of Geneva two years ago to work in Nairobi in an engineering capacity for the U.N. also. (There are some 25,000 expats in Kenya.) Mario found that only ersatz tango---the ballroom stuff of stiff frame, bodies held apart, making like a tulip. So he began to teach the real thing, Argentine tango and now he has a good following. I was received with open arms and close embrace.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Grevillea Grove in Brookside,&#8221; my sister Donna said into her phone, &#8220;right before Jade Valley, just past the red gate at Planet House.&#8221; And so that was her full address in Nairobi, Kenya, whether you wanted to find her physically&#8212;or take your chances with mail. She was working for the United Nations Office of Public Information and I was visiting her before her relocation to New York where she&#8217;d work at its headquarters.</p>
<p>Naturally, I hooked up with the local tango community. Oh, how many people told me &#8220;You won&#8217;t find tango in Nairobi?&#8221; They didn&#8217;t know Mario Ruggier, a native of Malta and naturalized Canadian who came by way of Geneva two years ago to work in Nairobi in an engineering capacity for the U.N. also. (There are some 25,000 expats in Kenya.) Mario found only ersatz tango&#8212;the ballroom stuff of stiff frame, bodies held apart, making like a tulip. So he began to teach the real thing, Argentine tango and now he has a good following. I was received with open arms and close embrace. Mario has a trademark way of teaching&#8212;he calls it the &#8220;free-leg principle.&#8221; I found the Kenyans I danced with all have a native intelligence for tango. Their elasticity gave their lead a muscular feel, a comforting presence. By the time I left Kenya I had more than a dozen new friends and as I keep telling friends, &#8220;I&#8217;ve been Africanized.&#8221; I&#8217;m not sure what it means. But every night I search for films about Africa. I&#8217;ve read and re-read <em>It&#8217;s Our Turn to Eat</em> by Michela Wrong, about a Kenyan whistle-blower. I&#8217;ve joined an Africa Meetup group here in San Francisco.</p>
<p>Here are some videos and slideshows that tell some of my story. The first video is of these little boys I fell hopelessly in love with. I was not teaching them tango. Mario and I were teaching at-risk teens in the crumbling shell of a church in a poverty-ridden section (much of Nairobi, it seems). And these little fellows decided to mimic us. Aren&#8217;t they wonderful? You can imagine their living situation, but just look at the joie de vivre in their faces. My hope is to go back to Nairobi later this year and teach all these kids, teens and younger, for an extended period. Juliet Kisilu, my Kenyan friend who invited me to teach them, works for the NGO (Exodus <a href="http://www.kutokanet.com">Kutoka Network</a>) that tries to give these kids art, dance, music, crafts&#8212;to feed their souls. I&#8217;d say they are triumphing in the most dismal of surroundings. Two years ago I was accepted into the Peace Corps. But the red tape and bureaucracy kept delaying my decision&#8212;and I must admit the fact that I didn&#8217;t want to be apart from tango that long. Here I have done what I wanted, at last, all cultivated in the space of a five minute conversation.<br />
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Scenes from my first night of Tango in Nairobi:<br />
<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jox71-A4FWk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
Mario &amp; I teach at-risk kids:<br />
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/weFYruG5kVE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
For my sister Donna, our safari&#8211;at the edge of a metropolitan city:<br />
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ACec0b1KfJ4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
African tango- Kizomba:<br />
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eML-eEAZVgw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>
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		<title>When is tango like a horse?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My favorite radio show, WAIT, WAIT DON'T TELL ME had a guest on who said, "You have to have strong legs, a good back, and stamina, but it's all in the technique." He could have been talking about tango. But he was a famous horse jockey.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My favorite radio show, <em><strong>WAIT, WAIT DON&#8217;T TELL ME</strong></em> had a guest on who said, &#8220;You have to have strong legs, a good back, and stamina, but it&#8217;s all in the technique.&#8221; He could have been talking about tango. But he was a famous horse jockey.</p>
<div class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 382px"><img title="tango &amp; horse" src="http://www.djclassics.net/images/sil-racehorse.jpg" alt="" width="372" height="238" /><p class="wp-caption-text">When is Tango Dancing Like Riding a Horse?</p></div>
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		<title>Eat, Dance, Love &#8211; Buenos Aires</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[MY friend Patricia and I were singing shamelessly at the top of our lungs, waving our arms to suitably dramatize the already dramatic lyrics. We sat in the front row of the tango show at the Dandi Royal in Buenos Aires. We had behaved demurely as we made our way through the cobbled streets in a barrio steeped in the lingering touches of a long-ago bourgeoisie—courtyards and art nouveau refinements on Spanish Colonial buildings. But seated in an elegant dance salon, we morphed into schoolgirl groupies]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>From </em><em><strong><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/BuenosAiresMarinerjpeg.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2883" title="BuenosAiresMarinerjpeg" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/BuenosAiresMarinerjpeg-249x300.jpg" alt="" width="249" height="300" /></a></strong></em><em><strong>Mariner Magazine</strong>, October, 2011</em> – MY  friend Patricia and I were singing shamelessly at the top of our lungs,  waving our arms to suitably dramatize the already dramatic lyrics. We  sat in the front row of the tango show at the Dandi Royal in Buenos  Aires. We had behaved demurely as we made our way through the cobbled  streets in a barrio steeped in the lingering touches of a long-ago  bourgeoisie—courtyards and art nouveau refinements on Spanish Colonial  buildings. But seated in an elegant dance salon, we morphed into  schoolgirl groupies. <em><strong>READ: <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/EatDanceLoveBuenosAires.pdf">EatDanceLoveBuenosAires.</a></strong></em></p>
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		<title>Writing Workshop 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 23:28:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Tango on Virgin Redwood</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 23:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the eight years of my tango addiction, I have tangoed on many types of floors and surfaces, indoors and outdoors, from Paris to Prague, New York to San Francisco, Buenos Aires to Montevideo. But I have never danced on virgin redwood. Such was the case this past weekend at the lovely 186-year-old Weller House Inn in Fort Bragg (Mendocino), California. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft" title="Weller House Inn" src="http://wellerhouse.com/images/garden04.jpg" alt="" width="173" height="231" />In the eight years of my tango addiction, I have tangoed on many types of floors and surfaces, indoors and outdoors, from Paris to Prague, New York to San<img class="alignright" title="Christy Cote" src="http://photo.mylife.com/photos/026/198/174M.jpg" alt="" width="80" height="120" /> Francisco, Buenos Aires to Montevideo. But I have never danced on virgin redwood. Such was the case this past weekend at the lovely 124-year-old <a href="http://www.whi-tango.com">Weller House Inn</a> in Fort Bragg (Mendocino), California. The dance salon is on the third and top floor of the inn with a high, sloping attic ceiling&#8212;also of virgin redwood!&#8212; that made the acoustic so pure, so dreamy, I kept looking around for the live acoustic performers. Every milonga has its magic, wherever two or more are gathered in its name. (I am fond of paraphrasing the Bible.) But this floor has to be one of the most superlative. I had no idea, although inkeeper and tanguera, Vivien LaMothe, has been staging events at the inn for several years now.</p>
<p>What drew me up to Mendocino, hallowed ground with which I&#8217;ve had an intimate relationship since 1982, was Facundo Posadas and Christy Cote&#8217;s workshops. I am working on my lead now (heaven help you all). And no one teaches body mechanics and technique more clearly, more generously, more patiently than Christy. And Facundo&#8212;is there a more charmingly disarming milonguero from Argentina? I have thought not, since the days when I still lived in Buenos Aires and got lucky at  Sunday night&#8217;s La Milonguita, where Facundo invited me to dance.</p>
<p>Since about 2005, when I discovered the small tightknit tango community up north, I have been enamored of every single one of its dancers. There&#8217;s a tip for those of you who feel intimidated by<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/FacundoChing-Ping825KB.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2851" title="Facundo&amp;Ching-Ping825KB" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/FacundoChing-Ping825KB-199x300.jpg" alt="" width="199" height="300" /></a> our big, crowded milongas in the Bay Area. Mendocino milongueros will embrace you in more ways than one, no matter your level. When local teachers Howard &amp; Irene moved to Santa Fe last year, they handed off the teaching to Walter &amp; Raquel, wonderful&#8212;<em>buenisimos</em>&#8212;dancers, both of them. And why not stay at the Weller House Inn while up there? (see info below). Vivien has a stellar lineup of tango events each month (<a href="http://www.whi-tango.com/tango/CALENDAR.html">check her calendar).</a></p>
<p><img class="alignleft" title="Christy &amp; Facundo" src="http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/a6/a9/_BYP5859_1-1.jpg" alt="" width="210" height="170" />Come the Saturday night milonga, I got lucky again, when Facundo invited me to dance to Pugliese&#8212;on that floaty virgin redwood. It was awesome and as usual very relaxing. A dancer of his stature could easily make you feel on edge. Not so with Facundo. There is something humble and earthy about him. We didn&#8217;t finish the tanda though, but for good reason. Vivien brought up a tray of her homemade flan. So we dove for the ramekins. I can report that caramelized sugar is an excellent enhancement of tango.</p>
<p>Had I not gotten to dance with Facundo, luck was all around for me that evening anyway. I danced with every leader (some twice and thrice) in the room before the night was over. For me, greedy tango glutton, that alone is the mark of a successful milonga.  I went to bed that evening sated, with my usual tango &#8220;facelift.&#8221;</p>
<p>During breaks between classes, I had a chance to chat with Ching-Ping Peng, Facundo&#8217;s partner since 2007. Facundo&#8217;s longtime previous partner, Kelly, succumbed to breast cancer a few years back. I was lucky to catch Facundo &amp; Kelly dancing in 2005, during my first visit to Buenos Aires. Like Facundo, Ching-Ping, from Taipei, is down to earth and warm. She told me how she has lived in New York, upper West Side, for 20 years. She had been a member of Cloud Gate Dance Theater, an acclaimed modern dance troupe, when in 2007 she &#8220;suddenly fell in love with Argentine tango&#8212;and in a flash abandoned a five-continent career in Chinese dance.&#8221; Sound familiar? <a href="http://www.facundoposadastango.com.ar/">Read more about Facundo and Ching-Ping here.</a></p>
<p>You&#8217;ll learn that Carlos Facundo Posadas (his full name) had a maternal grandfather born in the U.S. who came to Argentina as the chauffeur of a wealthy Mendoza vintner. And that Facundo is the grandson/nephew of Don Carlos Posadas, author of more than forty tangos.</p>
<p>Come Sunday night, it was time to head back to San Francisco. I should have been satisfied, not just with all of the above, but with the blood-oxygenating walks at Glass Beach and MacKerricher State Park. But no. There was the Sunday night milonga in Elk, just three miles off Hwy 128 on my way home. So I hit it and again danced with every leader there, including Raquel, who is among the best. Each time I tried to leave, the DJ (irascible Walter) put on Biaggi or some music that made me turn around and stay until the end. I got on the dark roa<img class="alignright" title="ocean view" src="http://wellerhouse.com/images/tower-view.jpg" alt="" width="390" height="260" />d after 10 pm, but the scent of tango and the redwoods and the will to live for my next tanda saw me safely home by 1:30 am.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.wellerhouse.com">THE WELLER HOUSE INN</a> &#8211; You must try a Tango Getaway. Ask Vivien about Dancer&#8217;s Dorms, for ladies and gents, <img class="alignleft" title="Fountainebleu Weller House" src="http://wellerhouse.com/images/fountainbleu.jpg" alt="" width="306" height="229" />$50/person if 4 per room, $65/person if 3 per room</p>
<p>Otherwise, weekend room rates range from $160-$210 for two, including classic hot breakfast. All guest rooms have private bath and/or shower.The added inducement about the Weller House is its location on a quiet  rural street in Fort Bragg, about ten miles north of the more touristy  town of Mendocino (a lovely village packed with  jaw-dropping gorgeous old Queen  Annes, Victorians, and other gingerbready architecture, the legacy of  the 19th-to-early-20th-century lumber barons). The Weller House is rife  with romance&#8212;near the Skunk Depot (a train that goes through redwoods  to Willits) and it has a room in the Water Tower with an ocean view.  Just as breathtaking is the inn&#8217;s decor&#8212;from Mediterranean to French,  British to Asian inspired. There are fireplaces, pressed-tin walls,  stained glass windows looking out to the Victorian gardens and fountain,  a Jacuzzi in one room.<strong> Contact Vivien LaMothe for reservations and information: 707-964-4415; viv@whi-tango.com; wellerhouse.com.</strong></p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 06:32:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A full day (8 hours) of writing instruction in a very small group (limited to six participants).
You'll learn everything from unlocking the writer within, the six key elements of winning creative non-fiction (or personal essays)to understanding the all-important narrative arc, how to shape it, how to cultivate your voice (or voices!) and the delicate art of self-editing. You will write, write, write, and leave inspired.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5>At this writing workshop all levels are   welcome – you work at your  pace. I offer personal  attention to every   participant during the  workshop and a free followup consultation   afterward, by phone, email,  or in person, if feasible.</h5>
<p><strong>WHAT: </strong>A full day (8 hours) of writing instruction in a very small group (limited to six participants).<img class="alignright" src="http://photos3.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/9/d/a/0/event_74620352.jpeg" alt="" width="289" height="360" /><br />
You&#8217;ll learn everything from unlocking the writer within, the six key  elements of winning creative non-fiction (or personal essays)to  understanding the all-important narrative arc, how to shape it, how to  cultivate your voice (or voices!) and the delicate art of self-editing.  You will write, write, write, and leave inspired.</p>
<p><strong>WHEN:</strong> JAN 22, 2012, 10 am to 6pm &#8211; Lunch provided (dietary restrictions honored) no extra cost.<br />
<strong>WHERE: </strong>Private Studio Ocaramia, 2395 Franklin Street, SF, Ca 94123<br />
<strong>QUESTIONS/INFO:</strong> 415-425-6515; ocaramia@mac.com</p>
<p><strong>COST: $150 &#8211; to pay, click on the even for Jan 22, to the right, and use PayPal button<br />
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<p><strong><strong>More details: </strong>We&#8217;ll start right in writing, then discussing  briefly a reasonable goal. We’ll cover “Six Key Elements” of a winning  story. Do you know what they are? I’ll give you  writing exercises. But  more importantly we&#8217;ll focus on what you hope to achieve with your  writing, anything from private satisfaction and self therapy to getting  published and writing the great American novel. We&#8217;ll pace ourselves  with breaks and read others&#8217; works. We&#8217;ll breathe and relax at  intervals.</strong></p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 06:16:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[ January 22, 2012; 10:00 am to 6:00 pm. ] A full day (8 hours) of writing instruction in a very small group (limited to six participants).
You'll learn everything from unlocking the writer within, the six key elements of winning creative non-fiction (or personal essays)to understanding the all-important narrative arc, how to shape it, how to cultivate your voice (or voices!) and the delicate art of self-editing. You will write, write, write, and leave inspired.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5>At this writing workshop all levels are   welcome – you work at your pace. I offer personal  attention to every   participant during the workshop and a free followup consultation   afterward, by phone, email, or in person, if feasible.</h5>
<p><strong>WHAT: </strong>A full day (8 hours) of writing instruction in a very small group (limited to six participants).<img class="alignright" src="http://photos3.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/9/d/a/0/event_74620352.jpeg" alt="" width="289" height="360" /><br />
You&#8217;ll learn everything from unlocking the writer within, the six key elements of winning creative non-fiction (or personal essays)to understanding the all-important narrative arc, how to shape it, how to cultivate your voice (or voices!) and the delicate art of self-editing. You will write, write, write, and leave inspired.</p>
<p><strong>WHEN:</strong> JAN 22, 2012, 10 am to 6pm &#8211; Lunch provided (dietary restrictions honored) no extra cost.<br />
<strong>WHERE: </strong>Private Studio Ocaramia, 2395 Franklin Street, SF, Ca 94123<br />
<strong>QUESTIONS/INFO:</strong> 415-425-6515; ocaramia@mac.com</p>
<p><strong>COST: $150</p>
<p><strong>More details: </strong>We&#8217;ll start right in writing, then discussing briefly a reasonable goal. We’ll cover “Six Key Elements” of a winning story. Do you know what they are? I’ll give you  writing exercises. But more importantly we&#8217;ll focus on what you hope to achieve with your writing, anything from private satisfaction and self therapy to getting published and writing the great American novel. We&#8217;ll pace ourselves with breaks and read others&#8217; works. We&#8217;ll breathe and relax at intervals.</p>
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		<title>For the Love of Tango 2010</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 06:49:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why I packed up my dancing shoes and headed to Buenos Aires
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<h4 style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/AngelCamilleTango.jpeg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2813" title="AngelCamilleTango" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/AngelCamilleTango-300x294.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="294" /></a><em>Why I packed up my dancing shoes and headed to Buenos Aires<br />
Story by Camille Cusumano<br />
Photographs by Patrick Bennet</em>t</h4>
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<p style="text-align: left;">No Clocks grace the belle epoque walls of Niño Bien, a salon in Buenos Aires where I have danced tango for the past four years. I can&#8217;t be late for my next date this Saturday night—across town at another old dance hall—but not to worry. I&#8217;ve learned to track time in Argentina by the tanda, a series of three or four like-themed tangos that you dance with the same person, lasting about 15 minutes altogether.</p>
<p>I fit in two more <em>tandas,</em> with Carlitos who hugs me as if it’s our last day on earth, and Jorge who tells me “You are a <em>plumita</em> (little feather).”<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/image001.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2822" title="Page 1 Tango Westways 2010" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/image001-217x300.jpg" alt="" width="217" height="300" /></a> Ah, but Ramon, who makes eye contact just as I’m slipping out of my nine-centimeter heels to head to Salon Canning, will have to wait until next week. And he will, too, as will my other favorite partners. An <em>embarrassment of riches</em> I call them, my stable of tango dancers, many of them friends I’ve been making since 2006. That’s when I arrived in Buenos Aries for a brief visit; I had been studying tango back home in San Francisco and wanted to experience the dance in its birthplace. But I unwittingly fell head over stiletto heels in love with the dance and the city called “Paris of South America,” and four years later, I’m still here.</p>
<p>And still in awe of the beautiful French and Italian Renaissance-style buildings with their old-Europe balconies, and the operatic architecture of such crown jewels as the world-famous Teatro Colon and the stunning enamel-studded <em>Palacio de Aguas Corrientes</em>. I never tired of walking under the broad-canopied jacaranda and sycamore trees that line streets where busy sidewalk cafes, jazz bars, restaurants, and chic boutiques form the heart and soul of the barrio. <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/image003.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2823" title="Tango Westwasy page 2" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/image003-216x300.jpg" alt="" width="216" height="300" /></a>How could I not be enamored of a city that has so many great bookstores? My favorite one is El Ateneo with its majestic Greek-theater interior, frescoed ceiling, and a cafe where patrons can sip espresso and read a book before deciding to purchase it. There are the wonderful museums, spanning a spectrum, from fine art to a marvelous showcase of Evita Peron’s life and times. The food&#8212;not just the grass-fed beef&#8212;is cheap, abundant, and delicious, from the plump empanadas to the pizza and pasta to the indigenous specialties like corn-based <em>locro</em> and <em>humita.</em> But for me, the city’s most compelling allure remains the tango, day and night.</p>
<p>This evening, as I taxi over to Salon Canning to dance into the wee hours of the morning, I think about how lucky I was to have come Buenos Aries in the heat of tango’s renaissance. The dance had fermented around a basic hunger for love and intimacy among society’s most disenfranchises, gauchos and immigrants, in the early 1900s. It enjoyed its unparalleled Golden Age from the 1920s to the 1940s, when you could walk down Corrientes, “the street that never sleeps,” and hear live tango orchestras  playing in cabarets, theaters, and salons.</p>
<p>Tango went dark in the ‘50s, under repressive military regimes and was reignited in the ‘80s, here and around the world when Argentina’s last dictatorship toppled and democracy was restored. Still in the midst of its spectacular comeback, tango is on tap everywhere in the night-owl city, in salons, classes, theaters, restaurants, workshops, plazas, and under al fresco gazebos.</p>
<p>Corrientes is a bit tired from wear these days, but it still sizzles with enduring hot spots, such as El Gato Negro, a café where you can buy spices and teas from around the world, and Café La Paz, a 1960s hangout for artists, musicians, and political dissidents. Corrientes runs for 69 blocks and right past the city’s iconic Obelisco, a 220-foot-high landmark with a bird’s-eye view of the many milongas—the venues where tango is danced—in this downtown area.</p>
<p>Although visitors can see professional tango productions at many places in the city, Argentines also welcome foreigners at their <em>milongas</em>, the venues where tango is danced. For a few pesos admission fee (US$3 to $7), visitors can watch ordinary people dance “organic” tango—the social dance the way it has evolved—in old atmospheric halls and salons. Most <em>milongas</em> seat patrons<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/image005.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2824" title="image005" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/image005-214x300.jpg" alt="" width="214" height="300" /></a> at linen-covered tables around the periphery of the dance floor. All <em>milongas</em> have a DJ who is skilled at playing crowd-pleasing music, but occasionally they feature a live orchestra and a dance performance for some part of the evening. <em>Milongas</em> are divided into seating sections for men, women, and couples. For refreshment, they generally serve a simple menu of empanadas, pizza, salads, antipasto, wine, beer, and other spirits. Of course, visitors who’d like to dance can learn some basic steps and easily join the line of dance on the floor.</p>
<p>At Canning, the host seats me with friends at a table with friends. Now that I am well-seasoned and can move with the best of them, sometimes I love to simply sit and watch this dance that is more than a hundred years old. I notice that many <em>tangueras</em>, like me, close their eyes as they give themselves over to what is summarily called a “three-minute love affair with a stranger.” Perhaps, like me too, they imagine that they are back in the Golden Age of tango—the 1920s to the 1940s—when you could walk down Corrientes, “the street that never sleeps” and hear live tango orchestras playing in all manner of cabaret, theater, and salon.</p>
<p>A <em>cabeceo</em>, an eye-lock and head-nod from a man, breaks my reverie at Canning. I accept this traditional invitation and meet him on the floor. I see that it is Gonzalo, a young man who likes to lead me in fancy moves like leg wraps or <em>enganches</em> (leg hooking). I give his pant leg a playful “shine” with the top of my shoe. Most couples adhere to a basic vocabulary of steps, which includes walking (<em>caminando</em>), figure eights (<em>ochos</em>), and tight turns (<em>giros</em>). But whether showy or smooth, social tango is always a dance of improvisation with no predetermined sequences, unlike American tango and other ballroom dances.</p>
<p>A <em>cortina</em>, or short piece of non-tango music, marks the <em>tanda</em>’s end, and Gonzalo regales me with a requisite <em>piropo</em> (flirty remark). My dancing is <em>divino!</em> he says, and guides me back to my seat. All of this—the dance’s spontaneity, the theatrical spirit of the <em>milonga</em>, the close embrace of tango that each time relives the primal urge for oneness—prompts me to tell people that tango is learned from the feet up, but danced from the heart down. It is as much a free-form dialogue as the Castellano I am learning to speak here.</p>
<p>Now that I speak fluent tango, I love taking friends who visit me to La Boca, one of the city’s barrios where the dance was born. They watch me tango with perfect strangers, the street performers who set up shop with boom boxes around the cobbled pedestrian alley, el Caminito. La Boca preserves tango’s turn-of-century atmosphere, including the <em>conventillo</em>, the Crayola-colored tenements, once crowded with mostly Italian immigrants, but now packed with fun shops and tango kitsch. Strolling the inner courtyard, I can almost hear the immigrants channeling their disillusion and grief into guitars and the bandoneon, the instrument that gives tango music its human-voice quality.</p>
<p>Those of us who want the whole world to dance the dance that elevates the common hug to a lyrical art form feel validated: In 2009, the United Nation gave Argentine tango protected cultural status, designating it “part of the world’s Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity.” Bruno Coda, a seasoned <em>milonguero</em> friend who learned his first steps by copying barrio dancers more than 50 years ago, says the UN’s international seal of approval means “Tango belongs to everybody.” And he loves that in Buenos Aires’s <em>milongas</em>, he dances with more foreigners than ever before.</p>
<p>As for me, a foreigner, hopelessly hooked on tango, it is the locals, like Bruno, to whom I gravitate for their deeply organic feel for the dance and music of their forebears. And, there’s Ramon, waiting for me at Niño Bien. We meet in the middle of the dance floor and embrace. The violins cry, the bandoneons (concertina-like accordions) moan. I await his <em>salida,</em> the entrance step to tango. But <em>salida</em> is Spanish for exit and so I’ve come to think of this step as the moment we exit measured time and only the present spreads blissfully before us, no past or future. Good thing, because no clocks grace the walls of Niño Bien.</p>
<p><strong>SIDEBAR:  Where to Find Tango</strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Stage Shows</em></strong></p>
<p><em>Tango fantasía</em> is what Argentines call stage tango with its spectacularly choreographed pyrotechnics. Most tango shows offer a dining option. Prices run from about $60 (show only) up to $300 (show, gourmet dinner, VIP seating).</p>
<p><strong>• Esquina Carlos Gardel.</strong> 3200 Carlos Gardel, tel., (54-11) 4867-6363, info@esquinacarlosgardel.com.ar</p>
<p><strong>• Café de los Angelitos. </strong>2100 Rivadavia Avenue, tel., (54-11) 4952-2320, reserves@cafedelosangelitos.com</p>
<p><strong>• El Viejo Almacen.</strong> 1064 Av Independencia, tel., (54-11) 4307 6689, info@viejoalmacen.com</p>
<p><strong>• Sabor a Tango. </strong>2535 Juan Peron, tel., (54-11) 4953-8700, info@argentina-tango.net</p>
<p><strong>• El Querandi. </strong>302 Peru Street, tel., (54-11) 5199-1770,  reservas@querandi.com.ar</p>
<p><strong>• Esquina Homero Manzi.</strong> 3601 San Juan Avenue, tel., (54-11) 4957-8488, info@esquinahomeromanzi.com.ar</p>
<p><strong><em>“Organic” Tango</em></strong></p>
<p>At <em>milongas</em>, you can sit at tables around the dance floor and simply watch, or you can step into the line of dance. For exhaustive listings, pick up the <em>Tango Map guide</em>, <em>El Tangauta, La Milonga, and B.A. Tango</em>, available free at most hotels and milongas. Some favorites among the locals:</p>
<p><strong> Confiteria La ideal.</strong> 384 Suipacha, Mon. 3-10 pm, Wed. 3–8 pm, Thurs. 10 pm–3 am, and Fri 3–8 pm; tel., (54-11) 4454-5488</p>
<p><strong>Club Gricel.</strong> 1180 La Rioja, Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays, 9 pm–4 am, tel., (54-11) 4957-7157</p>
<p><strong>Salon Canning.</strong> 1331 Scalabrini Ortiz, Sun. 6 pm–12 am, Wed. 3 pm–11 pm, tel., (54-11) 4832-6753.</p>
<p><strong>El Beso.</strong> 416 Riobamba, Tues., 9pm–2am, Wed., 11 pm–3 am, Sat. 11pm–4am, tel., (54-11) 4953-2794</p>
<p><strong>Niño Bien.</strong> 1462 Humberto Primo, Thursday 10 pm–4 am, tel. (54-11) 15-4147-8687 (cell).</p>
<p><strong>Sueño Porteño. </strong>3330 San Juan, Wed, 7 pm–3 am, and Sunday 5 pm –1 am tel. (54-11) 15-5768-3924 (cell)</p>
<p><strong><em>Classes</em></strong></p>
<p>Most dance halls feature a lesson an hour or so before the <em>milonga</em> starts—call ahead to confirm. Wear comfy shoes. You don’t need to bring a partner. If you do, expect to change during the lesson. There are hundreds of classes and teachers listed in the guides mentioned above. A few recommendations:<em> </em></p>
<p><strong>The Argentine School of Tango<em> </em></strong>has a full schedule of classes, including beginning ones. It’s located in the Centro Cultural Borges at Viamonte and San Martin, tel., (54-11) 4312-4990.</p>
<p><strong>Oscar and Mary Ann Casas </strong>offer private and group classes and promise to have you dancing the night of your first lesson. Held at El Beso, 416 Riobamba, and in their studio. Tel., (54-11) 4382-0463, <a href="mailto:ocasa1712@hotmail.com">ocasa1712@hotmail.com</a>; <a href="http://www.tangoargentino.ca/index/html">www.tangoargentino.ca/index/html</a>.</p>
<p><strong>TangoTaxiDancers</strong> offer private and group classes. Also, for a reasonable fee, you can hire a so-called taxi dancer to accompany you to <em>milongas</em> and dance with you. Dancers still learning to get comfortable with the milonga’s etiquette often do this. Tel., (54-11) 4382-5947, <a href="mailto:info@tangotaxidancers.com">info@tangotaxidancers.com</a>, www.tangotaxidancers.com.</p>
<p><strong>Milonga Etiquette</strong></p>
<p>What to know before you go:</p>
<p>• Dress is casual to flamboyant—some dancers like to put on the Ritz. For others, comfort demands simple outfits. Dress jeans may be acceptable, sneakers almost never.</p>
<p>• While it’s welcome to drop in, do make reservations if you want to be guaranteed seating for a party of three or more.</p>
<p>• The <em>cabeceo</em>, the nod of the head, is the traditional way men invite women to dance. Today, you may see a lot of dancers ignoring this venerable ritual, but most still honor it. Woman can also initiate the invitational nod. So, unless you intend to dance, watch where you put your eyes!</p>
<p>• Never say “thank you” before the <em>tanda</em> is over, or that means you want to sit down. When you hear the <em>cortina</em>—a short piece if music that is not the tango—the <em>tanda</em> is over, and you can say “thank you” or <em>“gracias.”</em></p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:23:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Coppola says, "I'm convinced there is a hormone in the blood of young writers that makes them hate their own writing."
The one thing all of my students needed, no matter how skilled they were, was encouragement to keep on with their writing. Having come through the mill of self-doubt, self-criticism, and other self-destructive resistance, I knew how to give the honest support they needed. Writing can be lonely. It can be frightening. In fact, it brings up the whole prism of emotions. But there is nothing like the satisfaction of pulling out the story we know is in us. It is no less art, no less grand and magnificent than Michelangelo's pulling his David from the block of cararra marble.]]></description>
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<p>Perhaps you heard Coppola being interviewed today (11/22/11) on public radio at the Toronto film festival. Asked about his writing, Coppola said he writes in the morning before anything &#8211; before &#8220;anyone breaks my heart.&#8221; To this day, when I am &#8220;birthing&#8221; a piece, I do not even open email before I&#8217;ve finished the day&#8217;s work on it. I also do not read email after a certain hour at night &#8211; if I don&#8217;t sleep well, it fouls up my writing schedule.</p>
<p>Coppola said, &#8220;I&#8217;m convinced there is a hormone in the blood of young writers that makes them hate their own writing.&#8221; I cringe to think of the writing I destroyed in my<img class="alignright" title="writer under tree" src="http://www.emich.edu/english/gsp/writing.gif" alt="" width="291" height="194" /> hormonally charged youth as a writer. If only Coppola had been around to tell me this back then: Do not go back and read your day&#8217;s writing when you are on a project&#8212;a screenplay in his case. He says do not go back and read it for a good 30 days until you have about 80 pages. Give yourself a chance. He says your reaction will be very different. He didn&#8217;t say why, but I know why: It&#8217;s because if you got that far you have made a commitment to your material and your process. You have a &#8220;baby&#8221; and it is growing inside of you. You want to nurture it now. He suggests you make a &#8220;ceremonial&#8221; reading of that 80-page draft. (My ceremony/ritual is to breathe and rub my palms together like a fly. It works for me, don&#8217;t ask why.) Make notes on your draft. Then rewrite. &#8220;Rewrite is the middle name of writing,&#8221; he says so succinctly. My mantra, adopted from William Zinsser, is &#8220;The essence of writing is rewriting.&#8221; Coppola says, &#8220;I rewrite a trillion times.&#8221; I only rewrite a million. There is such a thing as over-kneading the dough.</p>
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		<title>Truths, Half-Truths, &amp; Truths-and-a-Halfs Writing Workshop</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:14:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[ January 29, 2012; 10:00 am to 5:00 pm. ] A writer of integrity never wants to have the footnote after her/his name that James Frey, who "fictionalized" his memoir, will forever have. The bald-faced lies may have earned him some dough, but you don't want a liar's fame. In the long run it won't serve him.

However, there are much less egregious examples of bending, re-focusing, refracting, embroidering the truth. Is there ever a place for it in creative non-fiction? A number of respectable writers have said there is . . . ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5 style="text-align: center;">At this writing workshop all levels are   welcome – you work at your pace. I offer personal  attention to every   participant during the workshop and a free followup consultation   afterward, by phone, email, or in person, if feasible.</h5>
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<p>Many  a writer of creative non-fiction frets about hurting or  upsetting real  people when telling a story that touches on the lives of  others. . .  How to deal with telling the truth and not offending? Should  we even  worry about the latter?</p>
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<p>A writer of integrity never  wants to have  the footnote after her/his name that James Frey, who  &#8220;fictionalized&#8221;  his memoir, will forever have. The bald-faced lies may  have earned him  some dough, but you don&#8217;t want a liar&#8217;s fame. In the  long run it won&#8217;t  serve him.</p>
<p>However, there are much less egregious examples of bending, re-focusing, refracting, embroidering   the truth. Is there ever a place for it in creative non-fiction? A   number of respectable writers have said there is and have admitted to   having done so over the years. A <em>New Yorker</em> writer years ago   admitting to fabricating a taxi cab driver&#8217;s quote to color his feature   piece in that prestigious magazine. Bruce Chatwin&#8217;s (photo) <em>In Patagonia </em>has been said to have some &#8220;truths-a-half.&#8221; It&#8217;s a great book.</p>
<p>And what is truth? Are there times you leave out details in memoir   pieces to avoid hurting innocent people, or even to protect yourself?   We&#8217;ll talk about these ethics of truth. And we&#8217;ll do exercises with our   own writing and see how they come to bear on our own work and decisions   of what to leave in, what to leave out &#8212; always, always thinking of   the reader. Meanwhile, chew on this: The protagonist in Paul Theroux&#8217;s <em>Blinding Light</em> says &#8220;All writing is fiction.&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>WORKSHOP DATE &amp; TIME:</strong> Sunday, January 29, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.</p>
<p><strong>LOCATION:</strong> San Francisco Zen Conference Center, 308 Page Street (@ Laguna Street), San Francisco, parking is easy.</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:04:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[ January 29, 2012; 10:00 am to 5:00 pm. ] As journalists we’re trained to be detached and objective in our reporting. However, there [Virginia Woolf] are many markets and outlets for the writer who can report on a topic objectively AND with passion. I jump-started a successful food-writing career (books and feature articles) after publishing one article in a free monthly pub. I built a successful travel writing career after publishing a story on a gourmet bike tour in France in a monthly newsletter. Eight years ago, I was bitten by the tango bug and . . . ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5 style="text-align: center;">At this writing workshop all levels are  welcome – you work at your pace. I offer personal  attention to every  participant during the workshop and a free followup consultation  afterward, by phone, email, or in person, if feasible.</h5>
<p>As journalists we’re trained to be detached and objective in our reporting. However, there <img class="alignright" title="Virginia Woolf" src="http://photos3.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/9/d/a/0/event_74620352.jpeg" alt="" width="224" height="280" />are    many markets and outlets for the writer who can report on a topic    objectively AND with passion. I jump-started a successful food-writing    career (books and feature articles) after publishing one article in a    free monthly pub. I built a successful travel writing career after    publishing a story on a gourmet bike tour in France in a monthly    newsletter. Eight years ago, I was bitten by the tango bug and    eventually traveled extensively in Argentina. Starting with an essay in    the <em>Christian Science Monitor,</em> I have published almost  solely   on tango, Argentina, or Buenos Aires. That passion—and my  reporting   skills—led to a book (a travel memoir) and more than a dozen  articles   in regional and national publications, the <em>New York Tim</em>es and <em>National Geographic Traveler</em>. In   this workshop, I offer exercises and material that inspire    participants to zero in on the passions they can write about, develop    that niche, brainstorm on where to publish, whether long or short    features, essays, or books, and how to nurture all the angles.</p>
<p><strong>WORKSHOP DATE &amp; TIME:</strong> Sunday, January 29, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.</p>
<p><strong>LOCATION:</strong> San Francisco Zen Conference Center, 308 Page Street (@ Laguna Street), San Francisco, parking is easy.</p>
<p><strong>Cost: </strong>$69.<br />
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 22:47:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[ January 29, 2012; 10:00 am to 5:00 pm. ] Anyone who writes experiences how it taps a different brain from the everyday one. Invariably, the writing space, entered as in meditation, allows loss and submerged pain to float to surface. Writers often face these feelings, along with the joyful ones, as signage to meaningful, redemptive stories, taking refuge in the practice. Consider this daylong workshop, a safe haven for personal writing—about loss or gain. We will write, chat, and work on crafting your precious material, with occasional personalized “soft” critiques. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5 style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/JeanneFed.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-2782 alignright" title="Camille the Editor" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/JeanneFed-283x300.jpg" alt="" width="203" height="216" /></a>At this writing workshop all levels are welcome &#8211; you work at your pace. I offer personal  attention to every participant during the workshop and a free followup consultation afterward, by phone, email, or in person, if feasible.</h5>
<p>Anyone who writes experiences how it taps a different brain from the everyday one. Invariably, the  writing space, entered as in meditation, allows loss and submerged pain  to float to surface. Writers often face these feelings, along with the  joyful ones, as signage to meaningful, redemptive stories, taking refuge  in the practice. Consider this daylong workshop, a safe haven for  personal writing—about loss or gain. We will write, chat, and work on  crafting your precious material, with occasional personalized “soft”  critiques.</p>
<p><strong>WORKSHOP DATE &amp; TIME:</strong> Sunday, January 8,10 a.m. to 5 p.m.</p>
<p><strong>LOCATION:</strong> San Francisco Zen Conference Center, 308 Page Street (@ Laguna Street), San Francisco, parking is easy.</p>
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<p>Read about other writing workshops, January 29 <strong>(Your Passion is Your Prose) </strong>and February 5<strong> (Truths, Half-Truths, and Truths-and-a-Halfs).</strong></p>
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		<title>Death Valley—Hike or Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 16:33:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Mojave is the most beautiful of deserts on earth, IMHO. Every year,  bro Chuck and I penetrate its wilderness and wonders. This year we hit  some weather. The canyons, wildflowers, light, and critters went on with  their clockwork.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Mojave is the most beautiful of deserts on earth, IMHO. Every year,  bro Chuck and I penetrate its wilderness and wonders. This year we hit  some weather. The canyons, wildflowers, light, and critters went on with  their clockwork.<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rXyNMcO0L4Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>
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		<title>Trick &amp; Treat</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 16:07:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You never know who you will run into in New Jersey. That's Dancin' Will with me. When we met on a transatlantic cruise from New York to Lisbon in 1998 I had no idea we both had Jersey Shore connections. You'll get my drift. Aka Bill Rodgers, Will was a social host on that cruise and I was on a assignment for VIA Magazine. So I stepped all over his toes. He still remembers it. Buddy Morrow (then 80 years old then) and the Tommy Dorsey Big Band played on the high seas for us.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/BillRodgersCamille2011.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2746" title="BillRodgersCamille2011" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/BillRodgersCamille2011-225x300.jpg" alt="" width="323" height="430" /></a>You never know who you will run into in New Jersey. That&#8217;s Dancin&#8217; Will with me. When we met on a trans- atlantic cruise from New York to Lisbon in 1998 I had no idea we both had Jersey Shore connections. You&#8217;ll get my drift. Aka Bill Rodgers, Will was a social host on that cruise and I was on travel assignment for <em>VIA</em> Magazine. So I stepped all over his toes. He still remembers it. The late Buddy Morrow (then 80 years old) and the Tommy Dorsey Big Band played on the high seas for us. <a href="http://www.viamagazine.com/destinations/it-takes-two-to-tango">Here you can read about that trip—now titled <em><strong>It takes Two to Tango</strong></em></a>. Do  note it preceded my Tango life. Back then, I had no idea that one day I would forsake all those ballroom, Latin, and swing dances for Argentine Tango. But on this sudden trip to the Jersey Shore (to help Mom recover from surgery), I mostly did the former moves. After dancing with a certain to-remain-unnamed partner, I&#8217;m ready to incorporate a little quick step, Viennese Waltz, and West Coast Swing, oh and some rumba, some bolero, some salsa . . . hustle . . . back into my life. Apologies to the tango fundamentalists—but at least it&#8217;s still my Numero Uno.</p>
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		<title>Captive Backpacker Suffers Helsinki Syndrome</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 17:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille Cusumano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was taken prisoner for six nights and seven days by a Sierra Club Local from southern California. I am now suffering from Helsinki Syndrome. I fell in love with my captors.

They marched me up tall mountains, some more than 11,000 feet above sea level. They led me into an isolated northeast corner of Yosemite National Park. They did not need to blindfold me for the sun was blinding at those dizzying heights. My vision was filled with blue sky so deep it had the loft of velvet. Scintillating, light-reflecting lakes with diamonds bouncing off the surface finished (Finnish-ed )the job. For I was a captive audience. They didn’t need to lure me by appealing to other senses, say, like filling the air with a fragrance so divine – of pine and vanilla of wood baking in sun. But they did.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4><em>Slide-show links  photography by Carole Scurlock, Bob Hansen, and Rey Reed.</em></h4>
<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_3492.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2729" title="IMG_3492" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_3492-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>I was taken prisoner for six nights and seven days by a Sierra Club Local from southern California. I am now suffering from Helsinki Syndrome. I fell in love with my captors.</p>
<p>They marched me up tall mountains, some more than 11,000 feet above sea level. They led me into an isolated northeast corner of Yosemite National Park. They did not need to blindfold me for the sun was blinding at those dizzying heights. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25520425@N03/sets/72157627477141643/">My vision was filled with blue sky so deep it had the loft of velvet</a>. Scintillating, light-reflecting lakes with diamonds bouncing off the surface finished (Finnish-ed )the job. For I was a captive audience. They didn’t need to lure me by appealing to other senses, say, like filling the air with a fragrance so divine – of pine and vanilla of wood baking in sun. But they did.</p>
<p>They insisted I stay between our Leader and someone called Sweep. I noticed that more than one of them was named Sweep. They were not very talkative, so I didn’t ask a lot of questions. In fact, they lacked a sense of humor. I mean no one laughed when I suggested the setting was perfect for a golf course, condo complex, spa, and pool.</p>
<p>We slept in a base camp in this far corner of utter wilderness where we saw almost no one else for the entire week, not even a black bear. We did see lots of deer and other <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1019.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2735" title="IMG_1019" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1019-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="240" height="180" /></a>wildlife. Mercifully, this Group had mules carry in our supplies for the tenure of our captivity. I was lured by color. Flowers bursting like songs from the high country where we were sequestered. <a href="http://angeles.sierraclub.org/ocglobalwarming/virginia/index.html">My heart leapt with joy at the sights and sounds</a>. Although it was later declared an infraction, I was able to pitch my tent not far from a creek, called Return, that sang louder by night than by day. Oh my, the color, the flowers. The lupine, paintbrush, groundsel, arnica, columbine, tiger lilies, penny royal, asters, and so much more.</p>
<p>Soon enough I forgot I was a prisoner and that one day my time would be up and I’d be set “free.” One afternoon, nine of us prisoners were led cross-country, which is code for “on a trail you will never find your way back to camp on alone if you try to escape.” Group meant group, they said.<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1014.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2734" title="IMG_1014" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1014-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="344" height="257" /></a></p>
<p>I had no intentions of trying to escape. Except for a few brief moments as we traversed the brushy slope with many boulders jutting out like old bones, with low-growing willow, drainage ditches, grassy patches. And then voila our way opened upon a spreading field of shoulder-high delphinium more purple than the sky over Santa Fe. I nearly hid amid the nodding stems. Just to lie and die there was enough at that moment. But alas, I’d be missed – they took a head count every few feet and my head stuck out because it was the only one not covered in a hat – which I had lost on the trail in. And besides, I’d miss the big event of each day: Happy Hour.</p>
<p>Yes, the captors held this thing called Happy Hour every day at 5 pm. They brought out canned fish, nuts, cheese, crackers, olives, nuts, corn chips, and more victuals than you could shake a walking stick at. And they put out these big boxes filled with a potion that was intoxicating. The boxes were labeled <em><strong>FRANZIA,</strong></em> which I’ve come to believe is Latin for <strong><em>Truth Serum</em></strong>. Hey, they couldn’t fool me. One sip and I was fired up, found myself telling the truth—how much I loved being held captive in these mountains, how I didn’t miss electricity, lights, indoor plumbing, or my car. They nodded happy as a delphinium. I said how I wished they would never release me. They all just took in, nodded silently again, stalks of delphinium.  I think that was because most of them had brought these sun showers while I was left to bathe daily in the icy creeks, imagining the baptism of renewal I was getting amid these peaks and trees. I wondered if any of them&#8212;the trees, that is&#8212;were virgins.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1024.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2736" title="Sierra Bark" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1024-225x300.jpg" alt="" width="229" height="306" /></a>One night after Happy Hour, I even divulged my secret life back in the city: dancing tango. A hush went through the crowd. In concert, they all took a giant step backwards. At first I thought they were showing me how they knew step number one of the 8-count tango basic. But then I realized they were afraid I’d start in hugging them all. I must have had that hungry (for tango) look in my eyes. The next night I hummed <strong>Hernando’s Hideaway </strong>and grabbed a leader to dance torso to torso. He demurred –<em> I have a wife</em>. Oh, I was getting out of hand. After all, I was the captive, not he.</p>
<p>While leaning into another human was frowned upon, hugging trees was outright encouraged. There were many lodgepoles and some Jeffrey pines sending their vanilla fragrance into the sun-baked air. We saw at least one white-barked pine. In one of the slide show I hve linked to, you can see a photo of a leader demonstrating how to hug a tree. Notice that the tree is hugging him back. “Have you hugged a tree today?” might have been the logo on their T-shirts.</p>
<p>The daily marches were filled with terms of endearment, not for each other, but for the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42331650@N04/sets/72157627497041581/">ridges, flowers, trees, the views around every turn in a trail, the tongues of talus and scree.</a> I was never allowed to go out on the trail alone. That seemed to work OK for me until the last morning. But first, about the fly fishing.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1017.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2742" title="Sierra wood" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1017-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>We had arrived on a Sunday. On the following Friday, the sixth day of captivity, I got inspired to go on a hike with one of the captives who professed to be a fly fisherman. Makes sense, Friday was always fish day in my home. (Actually, there were two fisherman, but the other one said his fishing spot was a secret and he wouldn’t show it to me.) D&#8212; and I headed down Return Creek, a valley to inspire and move the imagination to paroxysms of grandiosity, not to mention loss of breath. In a vast length of valley, there were many downed trees, seemingly from a natural event such as heavy snow, avalanche, or high waters, about 20 or 30 years ago. The downed logs were all silvery, smooth, and in beautiful decay, spelling out some message we couldn’t not decipher. The power of elements always stuns and silences.</p>
<p>Just when I thought it safe to ask D to plot an escape with me, he revealed to me that he was one of “them.” He was training to be a leader and take other groups of captives into the backcountry and show them how to love trees and the wilderness. I should have guessed as much, as the day before he went on a field trip with Them, learning to use a compass and topo map to get his bearings and be able to go cross-country. I saw no downside to walking the paths and trails already worn over time by millions of feet, since who knows when. But this group was big on cross-country<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1047.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-2738 alignright" title="Sierra Tree" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1047-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="357" height="268" /></a> jaunts.</p>
<p>So, I spent the whole day with D and I learned to cast a fly line: You hold it at one o’clock, then eleven o’clock, pause, then cast and let your line present itself on the water. I learned how to strip and mend as needed. I learned to tie a caddisfly and to moisten the knot with my saliva – the knot is called a clincher. No barbs on the hooks. If D had a hook with a barb, he cut off the barb with a pair of scissors. I learned to catch (got two) and release – and about all the strikes and ones that got away.</p>
<p>Late in the afternoon, D and I strolled back toward base camp, lamenting how the trail had been lengthened since the morning – at least it seemed. We made it back just in time for our last Happy Hour. It was a great last night and I slept well, eager to rise early, break camp, and be released like a trout back to its stream.</p>
<p>I wanted to get out the wilderness early enough to drive the length of I-395 in daylight, given my poor night vision. But the Captors were big on discouraging my walking out alone. Too late in the day, I learned that all I had to do was sign off the trip&#8212;to release them (from confining litigation fear). Or to make a bad pun, all I had to do was log off.<a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/DSC00371.jpeg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2730" title="DSC00371" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/DSC00371-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p>
<p>And so it goes. I learned that I was free the whole time. The only prison bars was those of my own signature, my own making.</p>
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		<title>Tango Brujo</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 17:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A spell comes over me as soon as I step into the warm envelope of tango’s embrace. No matter who my partner, no matter how skillful he is. I learned early on that tango is a language that defies our limited speech. Everyone who attempts tango eventually wanders through this portal into Big Space of Limitless Expression. Therein, each dancer finds her/his secret. This is what I mean by tango brujo. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/CamilleTango-1681.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2719" title="CamilleTango-168" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/CamilleTango-1681-300x231.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="231" /></a>A spell comes over me as soon as I step into the warm envelope of tango’s embrace. No matter who my partner, no matter how skillful he is.  I learned early on that tango is a language that defies our limited speech. Everyone who attempts tango eventually wanders through this portal into Big Space of Limitless Expression. Therein, each dancer finds her/his secret. This is what I mean by tango brujo. You know when have been bewitched beyond repair by the infectious “at-ease” that tango is. At first, you can’t hold it, this secret you know with your whole body—because speech is a fairly recent development in humans and it only serves to cover about 15 to 20 percent of that which we know deep inside of us, down to our marrow, in the smallest recesses of each cell. Tango stirs it up. And up and up. And then, you begin to understand tango in a way that no class, no teacher, no video, no book, or written word—not even this—can impart to you. You begin to grasp it and hold it for fleeting seconds. You begin to let go of asking questions about the footwork, or for a correct analysis of the embrace, the way the foot falls or the amount of contra-body movement—even the much exalted “technique” is forsaken in this moment of sudden, boundless awareness. And you get it: Something divinely, uniquely yours in the Big Space of Tango. Everyone has his or her own distinct tango secret. What is yours?</p>
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		<title>My Tango Teaching Style: Street Tango</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 16:52:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[" . . . And tango was born anew in my body each time with each partner. It was exhilarating to just let it happen, not knowing, not worrying, each time I entered the dance. And becoming so eager to dance with every man sitting on the men’s side of the dance hall. My mind was torn down. My whole body was shaped and re-formed by this experience."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/Camille2ndGroup-311.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2711" title="Camille2ndGroup-3(1)" src="http://www.camillecusumano.com/wp-content/uploads/Camille2ndGroup-311-277x300.jpg" alt="" width="277" height="300" /></a>I love the irreverent sound of “street tango” because like most of us North Americans, I got my share of hot-house training in tango before I ventured into the realm where tango actually occurs, in the milonga, in a social setting with strangers. Like most, I wanted to know steps, patterns, and tricks. A class wasn’t worth my time and effort if I didn’t get exposed to some sequence of tricky moves. But then I left the hot house for the wild side of the street: the numerous milongas in Buenos Aires and environs. I let go of everything I had learned and gave myself over to the arms and twitching torsos of man after man in Argentina. I hardly had time to recall what the classroom had given me. I went into a reverie that expunged all knowledge. I became a blank slate. And tango was born anew in my body each time with each partner. It was exhilarating to just let it happen, not knowing, not worrying, each time I entered the dance. And becoming so eager to dance with every man sitting on the men’s side of the dance hall. My mind was torn down. My whole body was shaped and re-formed by this experience.</p>
<p>Now when I teach tango, I find myself giving a lot of “wiggle room” to each step or pattern I teach, because I know that when the students get out into the realm of social tango, each partner will have his or her own approach. If you are open and flexible you will get <em>it</em>. I am bemused by so many hot-house tango dancers who have their tenets and rules and regulations. All fine and dandy for now. But there is the Big Space of Limitless Expression to be had in tango. You will get to <em>it</em>, the <a href="http://www.camillecusumano.com/blog/tango-brujo/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><em>tango brujo</em></strong></span></a> stage and then there is no going back. You will not want to.</p>
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		<title>A Lesson in Botanicals</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 19:17:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sitting long hours in North Beach’s smoky cafes to philosophize with the poets had primed me to filter out the aesthetic merits of Pennsylvania Dutch country. Sleepy towns with biblical names, the need to plan ahead if I wanted wine on Sundays, and the janitor who asked me if he could “outten the lights” only fed my sense of alienation from the pulse of true art.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/ocaramia/2011/10/04/a_lesson_in_botanicals">Published at Open Salon.com &#8211; an Editor Pick, October 4, 2011</a></p>
<p><img class="alignleft" title="SF North Beach" src="http://www.sftravel.com/images/goldengate/north-beach-san-francisco.jpg" alt="" width="338" height="249" />I lived in San Francisco throughout the 1970s, stalking the last of the Beats and other literati, trying hard to be a writer. In 1980, in order to take a real job, I moved to Pennsylvania’s Lehigh Valley, best known as the birthplace of Bethlehem Steel. I had followed the road to Emmaus, Bethlehem’s neighbor, to write for Rodale Press, publishers of organic and healthy living books and magazines since the 1940s. I didn’t expect to find a kindred spirit there or much to fuel my muse.</p>
<p>Sitting long hours in North Beach’s smoky cafes to philosophize with the poets had primed me to filter out the aesthetic merits of Pennsylvania Dutch country. Sleepy towns with biblical names, the need to plan ahead if I wanted wine on Sundays, and the janitor who asked me if he could “outten the lights” only fed my sense of alienation from the pulse of true art.</p>
<p>It took one afternoon, June 15, 1981, to prove me fatefully blindsided by my own self-absorption and to show me how useless it is to cling to ideas of art. My boss summoned me into his office and asked if I would drive an out-of-town<img class="alignright" title="Jack Kerouac" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq1acm74Qw1r1f1t6o1_250.jpg" alt="" width="240" height="292" /> visitor who had some French-sounding name to Rodale’s famous organic farm. Looking out this window, I could not hear the crickets droning, but I could see the thickness of early summer gathering like phlegm.</p>
<p>Sure, I said, although I would have preferred to hunker down in my air-conditioned cubical working on my ever-in-progress novel. I found the stranger, Annie, waiting for me patiently and unobtrusively in Rodale’s cheery corridor. Slowly, it came to me—ah, yes, she had written some home dairy cookbook for Rodale. There she stood in stark contrast to the other authors I had met, all New Yorkers—Marion Gorman, Sheryl and Mel London—sophisticated palates we would meet and dine with in mid-town Manhattan.</p>
<p>This Annie fit the publisher’s folksy image, which in those days some of top management wanted desperately to change. I led her out into the muggy air to the car, my mind stuck on a pivotal scene in my novel. Oblivious to my distractedness, Annie was immediately congenial. I recall how she was dressed that swimmingly hot day, in a smock, which I learned had traveled with her 12 hours by train from Vermont to Lehigh Valley. Naturally, steeped in my inflated sense of superiority, I noticed it was a loose, unfashionable smock and that Annie, wearing thick and rimless glasses, had a head of tight permed curls over which she wore a pastel-colored babushka.</p>
<p>We drove the ten miles or so from the publishing headquarters through the back roads of Macungie toward Maxatawny, where someone had intoned the cowpokes are brawny. Annie did the talking. My own work possessed me less and less. She told of living in the backwoods of New England, where she’d been a gardener all her life. “Got 60 acres of a farmlet. We grow legumes, beans&#8212;noel beans, crimson and green limas.”</p>
<p>We passed the Velodrome in Trexlertown and my mind drifted again, to Bicycling, one of Rodale’s fitness magazines I aspired to write for.</p>
<p>“ . . . and free range chickens,” Annie was saying when I tuned back in. “Taste better, because they develop good muscle tissue through exercise. Grain-fattened and ready in six weeks. No fat tissue from just sittin’ around.”</p>
<p>All of which held little interest for an “urbane” writer feeling stuck in Podunk. Even so, the passionately green and lush rolling hills of the Lehigh Valley struck a chord and I was flooded with a terrible unnamable sense of loss that has haunted me through life. Perhaps it was because that humid landscape was something I had grown up with in New Jersey and missed in California. “Annie, this is beautiful country,” I announced.</p>
<p>“Too densely populated,” dismissed Annie, going on to explain how rural bartering helped her. “You can’t be self-sufficient alone. Cidering is our specialty.”</p>
<p>We neared Rodale’s 300-plus acres of organic farm. Annie said, “I don’t expect I’ll see any corn. Unecological; high feeder; no need to grow it; let the home gardener grow it.”</p>
<p>Two farm workers, greeted us, and the four of us trudged in the wet heat up the road to a patch they were working. Annie bent over and picked a roadside weed. She handed it to me. It was the color of chamomile.</p>
<p>“Crush it and sniff.”</p>
<p>“Hmmm, pineapple?” I said.</p>
<p>“Pineapple weed.”</p>
<p>A bee landed on Annie’s shin. She stopped and stared at it and just kept looking with aplomb. I wanted to swat it, but I felt Annie knew what she was doing. She began to give off that sort of vibe. The bee finally took flight. She was no longer a bumpkin. She was a bee whisperer. And, still, I was too obtuse to know what I was in the presence of, what I should have done, should have said.</p>
<p>“Oh, Chrysanthemums!” Annie exclaimed. “We ate them in Tokyo. And nasturtiums, variegated ones.” I had a hard time picturing her in that smock and kerchief in Japan.</p>
<p>In the greenhouse, we passed a rainbow of amaranth varieties, an ancient grain then fairly new to American cookery. Writing the grains chapter for a cookbook, I had eaten heaps of amaranth, the grains and the greens. I rather liked it minus the human blood the Aztecs added. I wish I had told Annie that. Had I only realized how darkly humorous this woman was.</p>
<p>I admired the way she could peel off Latin nomenclature as we strolled through gardens, farm rows, and greenhouses. I once thought I couldn’t be a real writer until I knew the names of everything—all flora, fauna, all land forms, all entities, and all phenomenon. A part of me still believes that. But then and there, I was stuck inside a narrow taxonomy, that of the narrative that makes artful fiction of real life, and this preoccupation ironically separated me from the moment or caring about Latin names.</p>
<p>We came upon a purplish flower in the herb garden. “Pyrethrum,” said Annie with her botanical certainty. I listened raptly at first as she told me that she had been thinking about a wonderful 1930s mystery where someone gets killed by pyrethrum. This man had bunches of it hanging upside down in his home in a room. Someone locked him in and the fumes killed him. I lost the thread and can’t recall if she were writing that story or had read it. Stupid of me not to get that straight.</p>
<p>She said she wrote fiction at night and, “All my fiction revolves around the outdoors.”</p>
<p>There my memory fades. But this Annie made an impression. What would I do for a jolt in Emmaus without people like Annie coming through . . . ? I wrote in my journal that evening, still ignorant that I had been in the company of a future acclaimed novelist and winner of the Pulitzer, PEN/Faulkner, and National Book awards. Had I known, I might have made sure we at least became pen pals.</p>
<p>The next time I met Annie—Annie Proulx—was 28 years later in July, 2009, during a book fair in Buenos Aires where I was living. I sat in the audience with a few hundred adoring Argentine fans at MALBA, the city’s Museum of Modern Art. I might have guessed they were eager to meet the woman behind El Secreto de la Montaña, the most romantic short story I have ever read, also released as a novela and the Oscar-winning Brokeback Mountain.</p>
<p>Perhaps the author’s changed demeanor (less folksy) was a figment of my humbled imagination. She seemed much taller than I recalled. She wore smart slacks and looked younger (no more perm), probably because I was now twelve years older than she was when we met. It struck me that she felt no need to attempt even one word in Spanish. An interpreter kept pace with her. She seemed travel weary, impatient at times, and determined to speak mainly, not on the art of writing, but on writers’ rights, addressing the then-escalating problem of electronic book sales. When pushed, she did offer advice. If you want to write, read, read, read. Not really necessary advice in this Latin City that tallies many more bookstores than churches..</p>
<p>I raised my hand and started to remind her of our day out at Rodale’s organic farm. By some miracle, I had reported the day—the farm tour, the way she dressed, and the dialogue verbatim—perhaps for a future story, in my journal. But before I was even through my sentence, she was shrugging it off as a too-distant memory. Next question.</p>
<p>Since our day at the farm, I had left the Lehigh Valley, moved back to San Francisco, published my novel, and written or edited a few other books with modest print runs. If they weren’t “true art” they had a healthy shelf life. And, well, maybe, all that some of them lacked was a big-name endorsement.</p>
<p>At the wine and hors d’oeuvres at MALBA, I approached Annie amid the swarm of Argentines with a complimentary copy of my latest book, a memoir, Tango, an Argentine Love Story (Seal Press). She flatly said, “I have no time to read it.”</p>
<p>Not even the free-flowing Malbec could temper the sting. I held close to my friend Ed and we faded into the crowd, then left. As we walked back to my apartment I told Ed about the other Annie I had once met in the Lehigh Valley, the crushed pineapple weed, pyrethrum, and the murder mystery. I consoled myself that at the very least, I had a narrative with an arc, one that I had helped shape, with the fullness of time: an inauspicious beginning, a mind-awakening middle, and an open, then shut, ending.</p>
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		<title>The Magic of Tango</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 18:23:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tango is like no other partner dance for many reasons, two of which are its ready punctuation by silence and pauses. So much happens in the stillness, that the movement becomes a segue to the next silent pause with our partners. Tango is a dance done with with no words but full of dialogue and conversation between two bodies, mainly the torsos, but also wherever there is contact—between the palms, arms, backs, face, head. It is rich. It can be dense as a chocolate truffle and light as puff pastry. It can be ground deeply into the earth and so airy it's not there. Tango is creative conflict with peaceful resolution—or revolutions. It channels the most naked meaning of the human condition—the urge to connect and be intimate with ourselves and other—like no other dance on this planet.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tango is like no other partner dance for many reasons, two of which are its ready punctuation by silence and pauses. So much happens in the stillness, that the movement becomes a segue to the next silent pause with our partners. Tango is a dance done with with no words but full of dialogue and conversation between two bodies, mainly the torsos, but also wherever there is contact—between the palms, arms, backs, face, head. It is rich. It can be dense as a chocolate truffle and light as puff pastry. It can be ground deeply into the earth and so airy it&#8217;s not there. Tango is creative conflict with peaceful resolution—or revolutions. It channels the most naked meaning of the human condition—the urge to connect and be intimate with ourselves and other—like no other dance on this planet.</p>
<p>Notice the last frame— how the solitary milonguero sits, alone, alone, waiting, waiting for the resounding silence that fills him. In tango, waiting is a  virtue.<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/snduloKYhvc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>
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