vaya con pance

foggy, foggy night March 18, 2010

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“A city like New York, where everything is moving all the time, this constant driving pace, it’s like a living organism, breathing and changing and over time your relationship to it becomes this incredible romance.

At first it’s intoxicating, irresistible, and then slowly it becomes comfortable and safe.

You have this cellular connection to it, as if you’ve known each other forever, like your oldest happiness. And sometimes you’re on the outs and sometimes you’re makin’ up and every now and then you catch yourself in this transcendent moment, where you think to yourself… oh my God I’m madly in love with you. And I always will be.” ~ T. Lindley


now you know March 17, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 9:20 am

Monday I took a “ScrewYou” spinning class. (The expletive was different in reality, but for my more sensitive readers I’ve amended.) As in:

Teacher: “Crank up that resistance! Now speed race for 90 seconds! GO GO GO GO GO GO!”

Pance to self: “ScrewYou!”

Teacher: “Make that hill STEEPER!”

Pance to self: “ScrewYou!”

Afterward my legs were jello. So much so, that during Spin Goddess class this AM, a whole two days later, I could barely pedal. SG cued us to an upcoming 5-minute-long stretch of solid uphill. OK. I can do this, but you better play a damn good song to get me through.

“Poison” by Bel Biv Devoe. Sweet spinning, I love her. God bless you Spin Goddess and the stationary bike you rode in on.

There is a sales chick here at work who’s somehow related to Biv. I wonder if I should seek her out and tell her to thank her brother/uncle/dad’s 2nd cousin’s dog-walker by marriage for powering my body. If I were Biv I think I’d appreciate the sentiment. “Never trust a big butt and a smile.” Well, that’s why I’m there, Biv, that’s why I’m there.


presentation March 10, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 6:24 pm

I am a firm believer in quality presentation. People will buy pretty much anything, even dog poop, if someone had the creative wherewithal to simply make it look good. Bonus points if you also slap a higher-than-it-should-be price tag on it. We may like a good deal, but we like to think we’re buying something super special more. And what better way to trumpet “something special” than with a pretty face and the illusion of worth.

Now, I haven’t been in the market for dog poop for quite some time, but I do fancy a good cupcake. (Side note: I’m reading a book right now written by a Brit, so forgive me if I suddenly sound like I’m from London).

Granted, it’s not too hard to make a cupcake look good, but I happened upon this brilliant spot last night that sells ittybittybabysugarbites of cupcakes in flavors like “Cookie Dough” and “S’Mores.” Soooo… I bought one. Okay, three. Their lip-smacking A+ presentation landed yummy in my tummy.

The “Sucker” stamp on my forehead rubbed off around noon today.


this is my dance space March 5, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 11:40 am

In a city logging upwards of 27,000 people per square mile, wide open spaces just don’t exist. I’ve learned to swallow this over the years (with a beer chaser) and I can’t really complain because, well, I choose to live here. HOWEVER. It would be nice if every one of us 8 million were equally aware of the space around us, or lack thereof.

I don’t expect to never have to squeeze on a subway car at rush hour, having all parts of my person violated by Timbuk2 messenger bags, the NY Times or the biggest portable coffee mugs I’ve ever seen. But if you notice extra space around you, I will expect you to promptly fill it. Yelling at you from the platform to move in further so I can fit means my day did not begin with Zen.

Similarly, the vanity counter in the locker room at my gym. There are two hair dryers on either end and open space in the middle for those, say, applying make-up or moisturizing. If you are drying, please stay in your section. Don’t blow dry in the middle and take up two stations at once. How rude.

And to the guy behind me in the Express Lane at Whole Foods who used an entire shopping cart for 5-10 items: my ass doesn’t need to bumped by your buggy each time we shuffle forward. The hairy eyeball I kept throwing you was meant to be caught.

Again, it’s all about space awareness, people. Pay attention and always act to maximize what little we have to work with. No one wants to be trapped in corner.