A still more glorious dawn awaits
Not a sunrise, but a Galaxy Rise
A morning filled with 400 billion suns
The Rising of the Milky Way

The Sky Calls to us, If we do not destroy ourselves
we will one day venture to the stars.

This video fills me with happiness and eclipses anything I might have to say today.

Tal has been feeding me a diet of classical, Newfie folk and prime Bluegrass - and this is a source of immense happiness to me. I've put the album this song comes from (Not all who wander are lost - Chris Thile) on rotation while cycling and it turns a wet ride home in the dark into a gorgeous happy cycling meander of awesome - something about the rythm of the music and the rythm of the bike, very easy to get lost in it.

I like that kind of getting lost, it feels very alive indeed and sometimes that feeling is in short supply - so I cultivate it wherever and whenever I can .

Dance is continuing to rock my world. The stuff we're doing now doesn't quite have that crazyintimate feel that the strict face to face stuff did, but the overall mood feels a little deeper now we've done that, and things like shouder tacks, very solid/definite ATs shimmies and some things we've been doing with hip figure eight things tied into ferreos just feel very right. I need to work on my upper body strength though, and Joint rubbish is making some things harder than they need to be.

Ezekiel has suggested an absolutely top plan for this that I rather like though ... going back to Yoga. It helped so much with my walking and my balance/centre last time that I'm hoping it could really do the same for me if I go back again. I'm going to start having a sniff around for a class I can work into the schedule alongside ATS and other gubbins ... watch this space .

On that subject(ish), I now have a most magificent partner in crime for the Domba weekend - Raindog and I are gonna be dancing our arses off in workshops together and enjoying drunken Hafla magic - this fills me with fucken glee because for various reasons we don't get to do nearly enough things together.

Still need to ramble on about Imogen Heap, the fact that my glasses are absolutely awesome and the impending arrival of the most beautiful skirt since the turtle beneath us hatched, but that iwll have to wait as tomorrow is set to be all kinds of busy. Ezekiel, Doodle, Horatio and I are all set to go explore Grenwich then see Depeche Mode rock the O2 arena - this is going to be epic adventurez .

So Jump in the river and learn to Swim
God's gonna wash away all your sins
and if you still can't see the light
God's gonna buy you a satelite.

I've had this one stuck in my head for nigh on a week and it's all Chiara's fault . It's a good one for those moments when you just feel like booking a ticket off this rock.

That's Allison Iraheta. I think she was on American Idol sometime, but I discovered her from a friends blog this week and her shouty punky stylins rather tickle me. She is also the start of a classic low energy post where I link to things that have tickled me online these past few days - but that i haven't had the intellectual resources or energy to work into a post.

First up is a post from GenderBitch over on Questioning Transpobia titled Intent: It's Fucking Magic. This gorgeously sarcastic screed illustrates everything I feel when someone says they didn't mean to be offensive after comign out with the most ridiculous shit, as if that should automagically make me forgive and forget. It applies in other situations too, just sayin.

Next up is Annaham at DisabledFeminists.com talking about Amanda Palmer's new project, EvelynEvelyn - something that appeared quite interesting to me until I discovered it was Amanda and Scott in crip-drag pedalling the same tired old tropes about the disabled. I'm pretty dissapointed in this one as a fan and a human being.

Next, the Pope is planning a visit to Britain. Now much as I object to the fella and his antiquated views about equality legislation and his right to stone us Queermos in the streets or whathaveyou, I don't have any issue with him visiting the Catholic faithful here in the UK. What I do have an issue with is the British Government footing the bill. The National Secular Society are gathering signatures on a petition here, asking that the Vatican pay their own airfare and security,etc ... head over and put your mark on it if you're so inclined.

Last off, Guy has set the date for the next FlowJam event, It's in Cambridge on Saturday 27th and you can find details on Facebook here. The last one was fantastic fun, so if you have the chance, do come along.

This delicious little ditty has made my lunchtime.

And then there was fire! The night before the Camb 800 show, we all headed down by the river for a full runthrough with music, fire and frantic dipping backstage under the watchful eyes of our benevolent stage manager. I took the video above in full on grainy phoneovision during the last finale as it was the only time I didn't have my hands full of toys, dip jugs or a lighter.

This is the first chance I had to see the synchronised routines with fire; and they were absolutely stunning.

It was also the fire troupe debut of Aran's scary-ass S Staffs, which look absolutely beautiful but burn with the fire of a thousand suns.

And the amusing spectacle of dippers stood around holding burning toys ready to hand to performers while trying not to start spinning .

We were witness for the first time to the alarming spectacle of flaming ribbon fans (those things are a tad scary!)

Was also lucky to see some awe inspiring things done with burning hoops by the troup's pair of fire hoop acrobats, who just leave me wide eyed every time I see them perform.

This rehersal was the start of an incredibly fun weekend and the most dramatic performance of any kind I've ever been a part of. I'm looking forward to many more chances to do this, both dipping and spinning.

Dubstep makes everything better.

Too nauseous to lay down. I've been taking little chair naps but am getting pretty loopy. Bit stressed about hospital tomorrow - though hopefully it'll be no biggie. Also excited about picking up my glasses, being able to see straight will feel p. awesome.

But music and goons are entertaining me, so it is all okay, rite?

Cambridge University Fire Troupe from Dan Logan on Vimeo.

Last weekend the fire troupe put on the biggest show we've ever done (or so I'm told, I've not been around /that/ long) as part of the Cambridge University 800th anniversary celebrations ... and it was fucking awesome. I was a part of the dipping crew, swimming in parrafin for a living (don't ask me about how long it took to get the smell out of my clothes) and looking after a ridic. mess of firetoys while people danced their arses off out front.

Above you can see (almost) all of the props from the show layed out in our corner backstage, along with a ridic amount of parrafin and the dipping towel of doom (which I am still amazed I managed to get clean after what we did to it). Helping out with this was the most fun, and am looking forward to when we do something like this again. even got a bit of a burn in myself when we were warming up the wicks - though that feels mega selfconcious with the crowd we had watching.

I took a fair number of other piccies from various practices and similar and will post them over the next couple of days. Right now am more concerned with stressing over hospital appointments tomorrow and feeling like death-warmed-up.

This makes me very happy indeed for reasons I am unable to even begin to explain; so I thought I'd share it with you all. It is passing the time most excellently while I try to rescusitate webguide on our media server to queue up the new series of Being Human for recording.

(Of course, I could just use the media server interface to schedule it, but where's the fun in that?)

This is Bob Ross. Bob Ross was a pretty cool guy who doesn't afraid of anything. He showed the world how to put a happy little cloud right here and right now, he's feeding a squirrel. I spotted this over on Shakesville today and it filled me with glee.

Dance has moved from Saturday to Tuesday, via a cancelled class, mild despair on my part, and an expanded Thursday session which is going to be cosy as all hell and huge fun. This fills me with glee - as does the huge 18 yard skirt I'm in the process of ordering/having made at the moment; Pictures will follow.