I'm a pole dancer

For my Forbes blog, I took a pole dancing class.

In pole dancing class, there is nowhere to hide. At the start of class, I had chosen a pole in the second row. Presciently, most of the other women had chosen poles in the back row.

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Experiments

Chemo Port (No Longer There), Chicago, Illinois
I did some experiments lately.

I took a camera class. That led me to realize I don't really care to figure out how my camera works. I should work with it as is or buy a camera from another decade.

I took an improv class. I pretended to flirt with someone at a pretend post office. Afterwards, it occurred to me that I already knew I was willing to do anything in front of a group, no matter how stupid it made me look.

I went to pilates. I'm sick of yoga. Pilates made me feel like my muscles were glued to my skeleton again, rather than engaged in an ongoing internal civil war.

Conclusion: Experimentation is good.

Changes

There are some changes going on here. Tune back in on Monday to find out what. This photo (via Jim Romenesko) is awesome.

The pig belted out a horrific, loud squeal until Afari released it in the cage of the truck.

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Improv

Mannequin, Chicago, Illinois
Recently, I took an intensive improv class at Second City. I pretended to be in a rocket ship going to the moon. I should probably write about that.

Bubble

I took a photo class on Saturday morning. I think I might have a vague understanding of how to work my camera now. Maybe.

Improv

I signed up to take an improv class at Second City. Something I've been meaning to do for years. This should be interesting.