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PostPosted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 8:46 am 
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In case you were wondering what to do August 19th through the 22nd, we have you covered; ILHC.
Registration is now open.
http://www.ilhc.com

Registering this far in advanced...

1. Means you pay a lot less than four months from now.

2. Assures you a famed Advanced Finland Chicken Dance follower's spot.

3. Makes you more attractive to members of the opposite/same sex.

4. Get's you a free ticket to see Jonathon Stout and the Boilermakers that weekend, the two greatest modern swing bands in the modern history of the world ever.

5. Will pressure you to actually get around to practicing.

6. Will make others believe you are really together and with-it this year, unlike this time last year, when the "camel incident" happened.

7. Will give you a new subject to talk about when your friends bring up "the camel incident."


ILHC. Register now!
http://www.ilhc.com


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To celebrate the International spirit of ILHC (in Washington DC, August 19-22), we took our recent press release (below) and used Babel Fish to translate it into Russian to Korean to German to French to Chinese to English (further below). But if you’re in a hurry, know simply this: Jonathan Stout, Boilermakers, a dozen contests, many of the greatest dancers from around the world, and, until April, only $139. Register here: http://www.ilhc.com

Now, onto our shenanagans. The English press release:

ILHC's goal is to represent the spirit of international swing dance in the modern Lindy Hop community. It's only February, and we have already drawn this year's pool of dancers from the towering snow-swept mountains of Ontario, the picturesque medieval countryside of Prague, and the home of svelte Vikings, Stockholm, among others. This year also has an incredible line up of bands the old-timers would say are "righteous" and would "blow the top." They are full of "cats" like Jonathan Stout who "swings with his boots on" and The Boilermakers, who "jam it hot." There's also more contests than you can shake a stick at, filled with dancers having the greatest times in their lives. Will you be one of them?

And now, English to Russian to Korean to German to French to Chinese to English: (I had to clean it up slightly, but nevertheless, these are all actual Babel Fish translations from these languages.)

ILHC' s aims today is to represent [the] cave spirit of the international dance of rocking in the most modern community of Lindy Jump. It's February bay, and we already pulled at this year, high from rising swimming pools of the dancer’s crowd from the snow which towered has swept clear the Ontario mountain, picturesque medieval rural locality Prague, and a house of slender Viking families, Stockholm. At this year also, the old friends saying will be "a belt's unbelievable alliance; righteous" and “blows top.” They have many “cats," like Jonathan Fierce Black Beer, which “Oscillates with its rockers on,” and The Boiler Manufacture Persons, whom “Back-ups you hot." There' s more competitions [that] possibly also vibrate the stick compared to you, filled with dancers having long times in their lives. Whether you will be in them one?


So, there you have it.
ILHC 2010: It Back-ups you hot.
Register now for incredible savings ($139).
Also, the hotel allows pets. What more could you ask for?

http://www.ilhc.com


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LED Talks; NEW at ILHC this year!!!
Lindy Hop, Entertainment, Dance


ILHC: (http://www.ilhc.com) Register now, before the price rises to $169!

Perhaps you've heard of the incredible TED Talks (www.ted.com) before: many top researchers and speakers are given twenty minutes to blow your minds. Talks on anything you can imagine are given, and you'd be amazed how many times you go "wow" or "huh."

Well, the TED talks inspired ILHC in a new take on dance education: One could call them LED talks; a series of short scene-related talks guaranteed to make you go "wow" and "huh." And they are all things you won't find in a Lindy Hop classroom.

So far, we've got a line up including great dancers, musicians, and scene organizers, like:

--Sylvia Sykes "The Craziest Things That Have Happened While Judging"
--Naomi Uyama "Magical Moments in Movement" (Non-Lindy Hop movement, that is)
--Incredible ILHC Musicians "So You Want to Lead a Band?"
--Jonathan Stout "Breaking down a Charlies Christian Solo"
--Jason Sager, Certified Rolfer(tm) "Managing Da Feet"
--Syke Humphries and Peter Strom "Our Idea For a Shoot-em-up Western Screenplay" (title and subject may change)

And others include Nick Williams, Carla Heiny, Valerie Salstrom, Andrew Thigpen, Mark Kihara, HIlary Alexander, and more!

Add that to the incredible contests, instructors and judges, and the $159 price tag is a steal. But register soon! The price will rise from $159 to $169 June 1st. You can start by going here: www.ILHC.com




ILHC: It'll make you go "wow" and "huh."


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New at ILHC!!!

A few questions answered.

What makes it INTERNATIONAL?
Competitors and dancers from Canada, Czech Republic, France, Korea, Russia, Spain, Sweden, United Kingdom, and at least 26 states of the USA.

What makes it a LINDY HOP CHAMPIONSHIP!?!?
This one's easy. There's a lot of big contests.

What makes you think I'm going to order a T SHIRT?!?!?
Because they look really swanky, and you should probably order one before July 1 to get one.

But who will BE THERE, ANYWAY?!?!?
Why, we've got some boys (Todd Yanacone, Nick Williams, Skye Humphries, Max Pitruzella, Stefan Durham) and some girls (Naomi Uyama,Carla Heiney, Annie Trudeau, Bethany Powell) that know how to shake a tail feather. In fact, all but two of them are national tail feather shaking champions (Nick Williams was runner-up four years running, though.) They will teach the fine art of shaking a tail feather, as well as classes in Lindy Hop.

But wait, is there an opportunity to hear SOME SHORT BUT INSPIRING TALKS?!?!?
Why, yes there is, because this year is the first ever LEDtalks. It's like a TEDtalk, about things that are of interest to people in the swing scene, but not necessarily related specifically to Lindy Hop. We've got some great speakers lined up, including Jonathan Stout, Sylvia Sykes, Nick Williams, Peter Strom, Skye Humphries, and more.

I'm not a competitor, so is it possible to social dance to some INCREDIBLY OFF-THE-HOOK SWING MUSIC?!?!?!?!?
Good thing for you we've got the JONATHAN STOUT orchestra, as well as the BOILERMAKER JAZZ BAND. And that's just the beginning. There's two more bands.

And, finally, when should I REGISTER?!?!?!?!?
How about before July 31, when the price jumps to $179 (or 13,316 Algerian Dinars)

Register at THIS VERY LONG ADDRESS!!!

http://www.ilhc.com/index.php?option=co ... &Itemid=54

Or just go to

www.ilhc.com

WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?!?!?!?


Also, Enjoy this year's ILHC serial mystery, "THE CASE OF THE DANCING STUD," in which the incredibly brilliant detective Shackelford Withersbottom and his companion Dr. Wilfred are called to solve a case when a champion Lindy Hop dancer goes missing. This month, the first half of the mystery!

Written by Bobby White


Part I: A Strange Visitor

It had been almost three weeks, and Shackelford hadn’t had a case. It always put me in great pains to see him this way, for ever since he had broken his cocaine addiction, he had resorted to another hideous compulsive behavior and spent his idle hours watching daytime television.

He was on the couch, smoking his forth pipe of the day, watching a Nazi homosexual Priest throw a chair at the mother of his love child when suddenly the door bell rang, followed by the familiar sound of Mrs. Harrington answering the door.

A few moments later, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, a striking sound of clutter going down the stairs, and then again the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally, a knock at the door.

“A Ms. Gilkenson, Sir. I’m sorry, but she insists on being seen.”

“Please, show the dancer in!” Shackelford’s voice, and a flourish of a hand, came from behind the couch.

“You know this Ms. Gilkenson?” I asked, as a young woman of pleasant complection and radiant eyes entered the room.

“I do not.” Said Shackelford, turning off the television and walking over the couch.

“Then how do you know she is a dancer?” I asked.

“Simple deduction, my friend.” He said, then turned to the woman. “Ms. Gilkenson, I presume. Forgive me, allow me to explain to my dear friend here how I know you are a dancer.”

“How did you know I was a dancer?” she said.

“I did not hear a car or carriage proceed her entrance, so I can only assume she used the subway or walked. If you are going to see a detective, one imagines it is more likely than not an urgent matter. We can single out her walking out of exercise. It all points towards a low-paying profession. But the muffled bits of her accent I could make out through the floor when she introduced herself to Mrs. Harrington lead me to believe she is well-educated-I deduce she would have chosen a low-paying profession. A lilt in her voice, a spirit in her inflection made me think of the arts. But I must confess, it was the way she walked up the stairs that was the dead giveaway.”

“But I fell down the stairs,” she said, a goofy look on her face.

“Yes,” a wry smile came across Shakleford’s face. “But you did so with a strong rhythm and downward pulse. You also did so without hurting yourself, leading me to believe you have done it often. An acrobatic dancer. Not proof, but an educated guess, perhaps?”"

“I’m a swing dancer!” she said. “And I can see I’ve come to the right place.”

Once again, Shakleford had proven his powers of deduction. I don’t know why I asked, really. You’d have thought I would have learned after doing so a hundred times.

“A case. Yes. Give me the details.”

“But you must know first I can’t pay anything-”

“Please, please, madam. Have you ever watched Springer so much you’ve seen the reruns?”

“Yes.”

“Then you must understand my need for work. Please, tell me the facts.”

“Well, I am an organizer for the International Lindy Hop Championships. And I also happen to have a few dancers that lives in my house in Baltimore. One of them is Chester Franklin. He and his partner have been practicing like dogs on some new material. They are almost a shoe-in for the 2010 champions. But he’s suddenly come up missing!”

“Missing?” I said.

“And we are almost certain he was kidnapped! And the championships are only a few weeks away!”

“Please, please, have a seat and try to remain calm.” Shakelford said. “What leads you to believe he has been kidnapped?”

“Over the last few weeks, there have been a lot of dancers staying at my house. One of them is George Smith, Chester’s best friend. They’ve been training together. He was found unconscious at the scene with a terrible bruise on his head. I personally think a dancer named Travis Roper has something to do with it. He’s someone I had never met before, from Southern California. He came to stay a week ago and left the day after the incident, and we haven’t seen him since. We think it has something to do with Chester’s new aerial.”

“A new aerial?”

“The Widowmaker. I haven’t seen it, but apparently it’s going to steal the show. They keep going through helmets and knee pads.”

“A missing dancer, a gaggle of suspects, and a crime scene. It sounds like a case to me.” Shackelford said. “Wilfred, pack your bags. We’re going to America.”

Part II: The Scene of the Crime

When we walked into the Baltimore row house, Shackleford wasted no time in inspecting the premises. The house was from 1910, and was decorated with a mixture of strange antique oddities, including a old French Burlesque chandelier and a fully outfitted bronze diving suit. I could tell Shackleford was in heaven. On a table was a fruit bowl that looked slightly strange to me, and I couldn’t put my finger on why until Shackelford pointed out that it only had single pieces of fruit in it-there was no two of anything. As we walked up the stairs, we passed a gray cat that suddenly stood up and began rubbing our legs, and finally began using our calves as a scratching post. Shackelford yelped, and I did soon after when the cat did the same to me.

“You’ll have to forgive the cat,” Ms. Gilkenson said, kicking it. “She always does this to people she meets. She means well, she was just raised on the streets of Baltimore before I took her in, and lives life by prison rules. She'll get over it after a day or two.”

“Madam, no apology needed.” Shackleford said. “Please, show me this Chester Franklin’s room, if you will.”

The room, which stood on the third floor, was very little more than a bed, a computer, and a dresser that looked like it had exploded with clothes. There was a great space of floor in the middle, covered in worn marks.

“Hmmm” Shackelford said, looking at the scuffed floor. “Recently scratched. And these patterns, they’re very strange.”

“Oh, that? That’s nothing.” Ms. Gilkenson said. “His dance shoes are from a swing dance manufacturer and have hard leather heels, as most of us dancers know, because we get kicked with them. But they’re great for dancing-it’s his new top secret Aerial, the Widowmaker. I think it involves a heel slide.”

“An aerial with a heel slide?” Shackleford said, his eyes penetrating into a distant, specific point of mental focus. “Interesting.”

“And it makes sense that there’s so many marks. He’s been practicing a lot recently.”

“And what, pray tell, constitutes a lot?”

“Sometimes six or seven hours a day. All he did for the last few weeks was either practice or sleep.”

“Yes, very interesting.” Shackelford said, though I couldn’t have told you why it was so interesting. He then spent several minutes looking around the floor and inspecting the marks.

Next, Ms. Gilkenson showed us the room where Chester’s great friend and coach, George Smith lay in a bed, unconscious.

“Dr. Wilfred, if you will please.” Shackleford flourished his hand at me to inspect the invalid.

“Shackleford, it’s definitely a concussion brought about by a blow to the head.” I said. “He should be awake in a few days, but until then, I’m afraid he won’t be able to tell us much.”

“My good lady, the facts of how he came to be this way, if you will.”

“Well, about a month ago, George came to stay in the house and help Chester prepare for the International Lindy Hop Championships. He would have competed himself, mind you, but he had injured his heel a few months ago and so dedicated himself to helping Chester prepare his new aerial. A week ago, I got an email from a Southern California dancer named Travis Roper who wanted to stay the night while he was passing through town. We dancers tend to have an open-door policy, and I told him he could sleep on the couch. He was rather strange-he wore a hat, a strange beard, and a neckerchief scarf, like a Frenchman in old movies. The next morning, I came upstairs to find Chester gone, and George lying next to his bed, unconscious and with a bleeding forehead. But in his hand, he was holding this!”

Miss Gilkenson held out a French-style neckerchief. “It was Travis Roper’s scarf. When I looked for Travis, I couldn’t find him, he had disappeared as well. And now the strange part-when I asked around about him, no one had ever heard of him! It’s as if Travis Roper didn’t even exist.”

“And so, madam, you saw the evidence before you, and feared that a disguised rival had come into your house and tried to kidnap Chester-but perhaps he was caught in the act by Chester’s coach and good friend. This kidnapper thus hit him on the head and continued to make off with Chester.”

“Those are my fears exactly!”

“Who would have thought Lindy Hop could be so competitive.” He mused.

“It’s only a few apples who spoil the barrel,” Ms. Gilkenson remarked.

“Of course you are right.” Shackleford said, patting her hand. “Fear not, Ms. Gilkenson. Though you have used admirable deduction, your fears may yet be unfounded. This case reeks of some greater mystery. Now then, who is the lady staying on the second floor?”

“That’s Cora Glass, Chester’s partner.”

“I shall want a word with her.”

Ms. Glass was sitting on her bed, Indian style, working on a laptop computer device when we entered. I noticed her room was orderly and clean.

“A few quick questions,” Shackelford said, after introductions were made.

“I’m afraid I don’t know anything about the kidnappinng,” she said, with a hint of bitterness in her voice. A glance from Shackleford told me he had noticed it, too. “Besides, I’m rather busy at the moment.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure, my good lady.” He said, sitting onto the bed and folding into Indian style himself, and bringing all of his fingers together in the strange prayer-like way he often does when pensive. “But I won’t take more than a moment of your time. I more so wanted to ask you about working with your dance partner, Chester.”

A look came on her face that I can only describe as water, at that moment right before it is about to boil, when the surface grows in turbulance.

“He’s not my dance partner anymore, and I for one, am glad of it.”

“Why?” Shackelford asked.

“The reason I’m so damn busy is because I have to organize everything! Flights, classes, contests, promoters! I’m so tired of his daydreaming-it’s cute and likeable at first, but try having him as a business partner.”

“But surely he has been working very hard on this upcoming contest?” I said.

“Oh, yes, he’ll work on something for hours and hours, all right. Luckily for me, it’s been dance recently. One time last year he started juggling and we didn’t practice dance for two months. And all because I happened to buy three oranges at the grocery store. I didn’t make that mistake again.”

Shackelford looked at me and raised an eyebrow, as if to say that finally the case of the single fruit was nicely resolved.

“But when he’s done with a practice, he just orders some pizza and falls asleep. I then have to go answer business emails and schedule privates with students. And the problem is, everyone KNOWS I’m the dependable one, so they all come to me with questions for him. I even got a damn call from his doctors office, reminding me of his upcoming appointment.”

“So, you called it off?” Shackelford said.

“Not the doctor's appointment."

"I mean the partnership."

"Well, no, not yet. It’s not as easy as that. We currently depend on each other for our living, after all, and it’s not so easy for a follower to get work by herself. But I’m already doing all the business by myself, so it’s not like it will be any more work. Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sure I don't sound sympathetic at all about him.”

“No, no, you are obviously in distress.” Shackelford said. “So, if I may ask, do you think Chester was kidnapped?”

“It sounds like something he would do, he has a very impulsive nature.” She then began to tear up and soon was hiding her face and sobbing. Shackelford laid a cold hand on her shoulder and said “there, there” mechanically. As brilliant a man as he was, he was not useful in all situations. I moved him away and gave the poor girl a fatherly shoulder to cry on, and then ordered her some Thai food and watched a few episodes of the Muppet Show with her until she felt better. It always cheers me, up, at least.

We left the house as evening approached. In the cab to our hotel, I mentioned that it seemed there wasn’t a lot of solid facts for Shackleford to make deductions based on.

“It is not all deductions, Wilfred. Often times my work is founded on instincts and guess work, and it is only then that deductions can flower. For instance, I guessed that, in many ways, no one knows someone better than their dance partner. Having guessed this and interviewed the girl, I now see strange possibilities unfolding. Come, Wilfred, we have work to do. For tonight is the weekly dance at the Jump Mansion, and we must go, ready to dance.”

Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion, coming soon to an ILHC forum post near you.


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