It’s Friday, and Cinco de Mayo, so let’s talk about something other than Autodesk Forge.
Our daughter is getting married in September. As the traditional father-daughter dance is part of the festivities, this is a problem for me. Oh sure, I used to jump up and down and flail my arms around in the 1970’s like everyone else, but when disco came about in the 1980’s, I hated it so much that I stopped dancing. I mean literally. I haven’t really danced since. So my dancing skills were limited to almost navigating the fast/slow portions of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven.” In fact, the slow portion was limited to that side to side rocking motion that was so popular during Chicago’s “Color My World.” What to do? What to do?
The answer is dance lessons. My wife and I are taking dance lessons on Monday nights. Though my heart is in the right place, this is particularly challenging for me because I don’t hear the beat in songs. I hear the guitar. I hear the lyrics. In fact, I obsess…