Cultures not my own

So I was talking to S about how I didn't know if I had put this music video in my blog yet, but how much I needed to find a way to "work it in." Maybe it doesn't work for guys (or anybody else but me!), but this song could be that personal soundtrack we are all supposed to play silently in our heads when we walk down a big, intimidating city street in the crowd. I hear it, and it's time to take over the world. No need to even understand most of the lyrics, let's just do this thing!

So in the interest of being authentic/lazy, here is, sans much commentary, the first major song from the Bollywood hit Ghanjini, the Hindi remake of the Tamil remake of Momento. For those of you who like to watch Amir Khan go crazy and/or wear little suit vests, I highly recommend watching the whole movie.

I am so tired out after today! I spent the afternoon after the pond at the Canton Irish Festival, where I met a wallflower husband named Joe (his wife was off dancing with another dude) who taught me about folk dance and told me to drop in to the ICC and take lessons there on Mondays. I am thinking that in order to have a life here, I might need to do just that - be brave and make a fool out of myself and learn to stomp around a little bit more! Because everyone knows how graceful and coordinated I am...