I love it when I discover something new…well in this case something 10 years old, but new to me. So I first learned about something called Para Para while surfing Youtube. Apparently, it’s this popular Japanese dance trend where people dance in synchrony using mostly their hands. It is actually really cool looking. I can’t get over how neat it is and how I never knew about this before. I really do need to climb out from under my rock and discover more cool things like this. Here is a video of the group Shanadoo demonstrating the dance.
If you’re wondering why there are German subtitles, this is what I found out about them. Although they are composed of Japanese members, they were originally formed in Germany and they mostly do covers of Eurobeat music. Talk about weird…
Speaking of weird, here’s a video of a really cool Para para dance group called Hinoi Team. The guy in the middle needs pants badly. To his credit, he does look light on his feet.
Here’s another
The best is that the songs are so high energy I get this super hyperactive rush just from watching the videos.
So today my California medical license arrived in the mail. I thought it would never come! I actually applied for it back in September of 2008 and since California has been in some financial trouble a lot of the state workers have been furloughed. It was something of a bureaucratic nightmare trying to get the paperwork straightened out. A word of advice for anyone applying for a California State medical license, start EARLY. But after a lot of persistence and multiple calls, I can finally rest easier.
Health is something I’ve always appreciated, but not more so now that I’ve been sick with the flu. I took all the precautions, so I thought. I got the flu shot early. I washed my hands before and after every patient contact. I avoided touching my face. When it’s your time…it’s your time I guess. So I’ve been miserable with the flu for the last week. At first it started off as just a respiratory thing, so I worked through that. Lately it has turned into more of a GI thing and I just can’t stand that. Always with that pukey feeling. Coughing till it feels like you’d hock up a lung. Not to mention, eating is nearly impossible. When I do try to eat something, it just doesn’t taste like anything. It makes me think of that curse from the movie, Pirates of the Carribean, where the crew of the Flying Dutchmen couldn’t satiate their thirst or hunger, where food turn to ash in their mouths. Maybe hell is a little like that.
This week I noticed that I had a cabinet full of rice noodles that my mom had left the last time she was here. The kind of rice noodle you use to make pho. Since I was running out of food anyway and I needed to do something to “de-stress” I decided to try my hand at Pho. Pho is a type of Vietnamese soup that is usually made from chicken or beef stock. It’s one of my favorite foods but I’ve always left the preparation of it to the experts until this week.







