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rubahI saw some sidewalk chalk on Thursday proclaiming a rave at a new venue, the Whole Earth Organic Lounge. While that name seemed kinda pretentious, one of my favorite things is to rave. In fact, I just like dancing, but I'm not very good at other kinds, or so the kids in high school said. And with raves, I'm guaranteed to enjoy the music. I didn't hear a song all night I didn't like, although some were too slow for me to dance to.
When you're dancing to 140+ bpm, you start to run into the limitations of gravity. Regardless of your mass, you will accelerate at 9.1m/s/s downwards. At the top of your jump, your velocity is 0m/s. so, you have to be careful so you don't get out of time with the music. What I do feels like I'm jumping down, but I think what is actually happening is that I'm making small jumps, picking my legs up after I jump, and then setting them back down to land, so that it feels like I'm way up in the air, but I'm not, really.
I asked my friend Mike to go with me. Stu and I met him freshman year, and he and stu were roomies for a while. He's gone through several phases, musician, engineer, slacker, pot-head, but he's in a pretty good place right now, I think.
There were some interesting people there. I got the impression that quite a few worked there, or knew the owners, and didn't just find their way there randomly, and several were sporting Greek-life clothing (that means frat and sororities for those not in the Uni know), but they seemed to be having a good time, so whatever?
I only spoke with a couple of people-- a dark-haired girl who danced nearly the entire time, but had this small elusive smile on her face. What was it?; a guy wearing easter bunny ears (we were encouraged to dress up) with flowing curly locks. I thought he was someone I had met recently, but he wasn't, but still, he looked so familiar. The three of us talked outside for a bit, about discordianism, conspiracy theories.
I tried to facebook/directory stalk both of them when I got home, to little conclusion.
I'm still exhausted from the evening, even though I only stayed a couple of hours. It was fun to get glittered up and wear glowsticks, even if only the bouncer noticed the glitter xD
When you're dancing to 140+ bpm, you start to run into the limitations of gravity. Regardless of your mass, you will accelerate at 9.1m/s/s downwards. At the top of your jump, your velocity is 0m/s. so, you have to be careful so you don't get out of time with the music. What I do feels like I'm jumping down, but I think what is actually happening is that I'm making small jumps, picking my legs up after I jump, and then setting them back down to land, so that it feels like I'm way up in the air, but I'm not, really.
I asked my friend Mike to go with me. Stu and I met him freshman year, and he and stu were roomies for a while. He's gone through several phases, musician, engineer, slacker, pot-head, but he's in a pretty good place right now, I think.
There were some interesting people there. I got the impression that quite a few worked there, or knew the owners, and didn't just find their way there randomly, and several were sporting Greek-life clothing (that means frat and sororities for those not in the Uni know), but they seemed to be having a good time, so whatever?
I only spoke with a couple of people-- a dark-haired girl who danced nearly the entire time, but had this small elusive smile on her face. What was it?; a guy wearing easter bunny ears (we were encouraged to dress up) with flowing curly locks. I thought he was someone I had met recently, but he wasn't, but still, he looked so familiar. The three of us talked outside for a bit, about discordianism, conspiracy theories.
I tried to facebook/directory stalk both of them when I got home, to little conclusion.
I'm still exhausted from the evening, even though I only stayed a couple of hours. It was fun to get glittered up and wear glowsticks, even if only the bouncer noticed the glitter xD
