General

On April 16 and 17th, Devil Dancesport took a little trip to Las Vegas for the weekend. We visited our fellow academics at UNLV and had a little bit of a dance challenge. Devil Dancesport competed hard, and won the team challenges as well as the overall placement awards. We really kicked some serious butt.

My brother was able to capture a significant amount of footage from the comp and put it all together in a quick ten minute video that he put up on Facebook.

Hope you enjoy!

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Ever wonder what was going through your head the first semester of college? How about the first three weeks? weeeeell, I wrote myself a letter about ASU, and I wanted to share it with you. Its refreshing to revisit the memory given that I graduate in just 2 weeks.

ASU

ASU…. Arizona State University, A dyslexic representation of the United States of America. This place is amazing to say the least. I’m loving it. Class has been a blast. My honors teacher Dr. Susser looks to be around twenty five maybe thirty, when in fact he is forty, he speaks quickly but with amazing intelligence. Every time I enter that class I am held in awe. We discuss and move through subjects at a stunningly fast pace, and yet we still have so much more to do. He has us reading Beowulf the Seamus Heany translation, Tao de Ching, Homer’s the Odyssey translated by Stanley Lombardo and Hackett, and Plato’s Symposium. These books are wonderful representations of the texts, rich and flowing they grab your attention and allow you to journey through the books without hesitation.

Then there is Dance… Latin/Swing Ballroom level one. What an amazing class, we dance for two and a half hours per class and most times I go an hour earlier to join in the class before mine, I’m going to go to Wednesdays class even though I’m not enrolled just because I love it so much. The teacher Larry Caves is a wonderful instructor, with a soft lead style he teaches us to rely more on a woman’s ability to respond to the movement of a mans body rather than physical stimuli of his hand pushing her shoulder or hip… I love it. Its sexual, its seductive, its down right fun. I’ve learned the basics and am improving in the following dances: Basic Argentinian Tango, Foxtrot, Swing, Salsa, Waltz, Roomba, and the Cha Cha. Class has been an absolute blast, there are approximately ninety people in the class and the male to female ratio is about one and a half to one which means men are never without a partner (yay). Its also been a ton of fun because we switch partners every few minuets so there is no one style of dancing that you learn, you have to be able to adjust and move with your dance partner.

As a result of taking the dance class Alex, myself, and others from the class (including Steve-o… he’s good…) go Salsa dancing every Thursday and Sunday, then on Saturday we go and dance swing at another club. This has been so much fun. I’ve learned new steps, and am constantly improving at dance. So far I’m loving every moment of it. Not to mention the large amount of extremely attractive young women who just love to dance… although that’s not really much incentive… really… its… well… alright… yeah it is.

The classes for my major aren’t bad, perhaps a little boring here and there (sociology/psychology/global culture/Chinese culture) but so far have peaked my interest and look to be interesting.

I miss theater a little, but the nice little bonus I got from ACT. Made me feel a lot better about that experience. Someone has my damn notes which were personal… but whatever. Back to the subject, I miss being able to step into the dark theatre space and center myself before a show, the stage all to myself, the house empty, just me and the infinite space that theater is, let my imagination and mind run rampant and blank out. Feel the currents of air brush at my neck, the whisper of the air conditioning, the murmur of cloth shifting in the fly space. Music and laughter, the frustration, tears and blood that I shed in that beautiful place. On that note though I made my peace with that space and all the memories it held the night before I left. I got to go in, sit on the stage, late at night, center myself and thank that glorious space for everything it has taught me and given me. The relationships, the pain, the sorrow, the futility and pointless anger and argument there… Goodbye my theater. Those memories will always be carried with me, all in some respect positive no matter how painful.

Well folks, It was that time of year. The time to put on some funny clothes and get ready to rock the Ren Faire.

I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with some of my costuming choices but I’m a big fan of scotland and more so of havin some fun. In the past I’ve gone a little roguish and let myself go back to wild man status – see EX 01

I’ve even taken to wearing my kilt out to social events (always a hit)

So it should come as no surprise that when given the chance, my brother Alex and I teamed up with a group of our friends for some real Ren Fair fun.

With some blue paint, a few yards of cloth, 3 hours figuring out how to pleat, and a ton of spirit, we headed to the ren fair, and by the time we left, we’d already secured some lucrative job offers.

From Swords to painted leather masks, the renaissance fair is a place that exemplifies the best of the renaissance while leaving out the horrors of living in the middle ages. Its a great community of artisans and folk who just like working with their hands and crafting. People longing to return to times when they could create and sell something original and not manufactured by the millions.

If you get a chance give it a go. There are a plethora of great acts, both comedy and straight athletic performance. From acrobatics to musical instruments, you can find it there!

From Claremont to Phoenix Challenge!

Well, In december Devil Dancesport hit up Clairemont college and left a swath of dance destruction and good will behind us:

Waltz

Latin

Devil Dancesport

Well, after competing in December at the Claremont collegiate Ballroom Dance competition and medaling in every category, My Latin dance parter Chelsie and I furthered our relationship and took on the Phoenix Challenge on February 20th! Needless to say, we were stoked!

It is so darn difficult to find a non blurry dance foto!

As a general guide
S=Samba (Brazilian dance)
C= Cha cha cha
R= Rumba
J=Jive (YouTube this and you’ll understand why its evil)
W= Waltz
T=Tango
F= Foxtrot
VW= Viennese waltz (also a YouTube Candidate for vicious leg killing dance)
SW=East coast Swing.

Competing in back to back dance categories (each of those letters are a style of dance done in succession for that category (maybe 30 sec. in between) we placed as follows.

Heat 14 [12:35PM] Semi-final Round Silver Intl. Latin (S/C/R)

_6_ AC-A 192 Kyler Yi Katie Yin
_5_ AC-A 303 Alex Diekmann Kalie Heideman
_4_ AC-A 302 Jeff Liao Chelsea Knutson
_3_ AC-A 307 Justin Alexander Yang Lacie Forde
_2_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana
_1_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock

Heat 19 [01:07PM] Gold Intl. Latin (C/S/R/J)

_4_ AC-A 302 Jeff Liao Chelsea Knutson
_3_ AC-A 327 Anthony Schubert Phoenicia Falcon
_2_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock
_1_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana

Heat 23 [01:43PM] Quarter-final Round Silver American Smooth (W/T/F)

_5_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock
_4_ AC-A 173 Sebastian Meyjes India Chilton
_3_ AC-A 190 Patrick Wilcox Karen Wagley
_2_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana
_1_ AC-A 317 Adrian Lomeli Michelle Graell

Heat 31 [02:50PM] Gold American Smooth (W/T/F/VW)
_4_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock
_3_ AC-A 190 Patrick Wilcox Karen Wagley
_2_ AC-A 310 Aaron Steele Corrie Vandervlugt
_1_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana

Heat 36 [03:56PM] Quarter-final Round Silver American Rhythm (C/R/SW)
_8_ AC-A 173 Sebastian Meyjes India Chilton
_7_ AC-A 327 Anthony Schubert Tricia Dawson
_6_ AC-A 302 Jeff Liao Megan Gjersvig
_5_ AC-A 318 Antonio Lomeli Alyssa Garcia
_4_ AC-A 307 Justin Alexander Yang Lacie Forde
_3_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock
_2_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana
_1_ AC-A 200 Elijah Armstead Marla Gonzales

Heat 43 [05:09PM] Quarter-final Round Open Salsa – Adult/Senior
_6_ AC-A 330 Rennie Rosen Cecilia Torres
_5_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana
_4_ AC-A 200 Elijah Armstead Marla Gonzales
_3_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock
_2_ AC-A 184 Bret Navarre Alexandra Grunwald
_1_ AC-A 317 Adrian Lomeli Michelle Graell

Heat 51 [05:53PM] Gold American Rhythm (C/R/SW/M)
_5_ AC-A 315 Osvaldo Altamirano Kendra Lomeli
_4_ AC-A 302 Jeff Liao Megan Gjersvig
_3_ AC-A 327 Anthony Schubert Phoenicia Falcon
_2_ AC-A 324 David Berger Chelsie Hancock
_1_ AC-A 332 Britt Braden Cindy Vana

Now You’ll see the names in these placements of Anthony, Jeff, Britt, Elijah, and I and our partners. We’re all ASU dance students who practice and compete together as a team to represent, each competition we have different amounts of ASU dancers who can participate. ASU’s Devil Dancesport team is a coalition of hundreds of students and dancers who come together with our own passion for ballroom to accomplish something great. We wouldn’t have been able to place in this competition without the support of the rest of DDS!

Now, You’ll be hard pressed to find an event where we didn’t dominate either in placement or in pure cheering power. We’re the team, supportive and you’re darn sure to hear us chanting our fellow competitors numbers, and remember our characteristic enthusiasm. We cheer off the floor and heck we cheer each other on when we’re on the floor. These competitions are about fun and skill, but also pure enjoyment of the music and experience. We compete to show how much we enjoy dancing together in a common athletic activity.

For each of these categories you’ll see LATIN, STANDARD, SMOOTH, RHYTHM. Standard and Latin are international styles of dance. They’re different school figures and dance patterns as well as a different understanding of the beat and movement with the flow of the music. Smooth and Rhythm are their American style counterparts.
Congratulations to our fellow dancers!

Next up San Diego March 6th! UCSD!

Christmas time in Arizona:

A lot of thoughts running through my head. I’m on my way to work tonight. Taking a little time to sit down and actually do some writing. Its been a while in coming. My poor journal hasn’t seen my fingers since a little after I got back. What with the semester at school, work – I’ve gotten a part-time hourly job at ASU as an ICA Facilities and Operations Stadium Control Officer… Not a bad job. Basically I’m a security guard and crowd control officer for ASU athletic events. I like it. It’s simple, doesn’t take much cognitive thought but does require a bit more of the physical side. I get to show hospitality to our visitors and interact with folks who have a real passion… one way or another… for the games. Other than that, I completed another semester riding at 17 credits. I’m signed up for my final semester and preparing to graduate in 2010. I spent the holidays camping outside Tucson with my Parents as my brother leads the berger family into another hemisphere. He’s off exploring Belize and Latin america – feel free to check it out at www.virtualwayfarer.com

May is coming I’m nervous but trying to figure out where to put in my Graduate school applications. I’m also looking for a career job in urban planning/urban systems. My thesis is both a grad school application and a job portfolio… all rolled into one. It’s a good thing I’ve got an entire semester dedicated to perfecting it.

I’ve been spending time getting used to becoming independent. Every day, I eek a little bit closer to being able to fully support myself. In regard to that each day I become more thankful for the support and love of my family and friends, and how much trust and confidence they’ve placed in my success. I’m a significant investment, and I value myself as a person who’s worth every penny and more. Confidence it seems, won’t be an issue. 9 months traveling alone with a backpack and a strong will proved that without question. There is no situation that could prevent me from taking advantage. I can’t wait to branch out and find work with an NGO or company overseas and really start working on making a difference. I’m coming world.

School is going well, my GPA is still rising at 3.63 cumulative and I’m preparing to take the GRE and finalize my grad school applications come January 9th. I’d prefer a job and 2-3 years of on the ground experience before returning for a doctorate but I know that it lies in my future. The experience and on the ground understanding offered by the U.S. Consulate general were vital in furthering my education and giving me an opportunity to see the skills and material offered in class in action. That experience increased the value of my following classes by 100 fold. I expect further experience could increase a masters or doctorate experience similarly.

Now its about finding the opportunity to make it happen. The right fellowship and I’d stay in school, but other wise its time to start advertising myself and my specific generalist skillset to companies around the world. I’m adaptable, I’m learning more every day, and I’m not afraid to be mobile or to be thrown into a new challenging situation every time I open my eyes.

Its time to get going.

Routines:

Now is later. I keep telling myself, I’ll write another post tonight, well tomorrow morning, tomorrow night…. Wait it’s been 3 months. Life rushes by us. It’s been repeated for ages, when you’re young, time crawls by. For a youngster their frame of reference is shorter, we measure our experience in terms of our own realization. That is to say that for us we understand life in relation to the amount of time we’ve spent. When you’re eight, time crawls by because hell, there’s 78 more years to live and each day seems to crawl by because you’ve only experienced 2920 of them. As you grow older, you see a quarter century, then half, then ¾ then if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see a whole century… that’s a whole lot of days, and they start to blur together. We start to put time in relation, a day isn’t that much, and it’s not so special…. When those words leave your mouth, you know you’re in trouble.

A close friend of mine told me that the last six months of his life just flew by, and he couldn’t understand how it went by so fast. He was worried, because to him that meant that he wasn’t making the best of the days he had. Each day of his life, was marked by the same routine, he was on autopilot…. How many of us feel that each day? How many times do we remember the drive to work, or the endless routine of breakfast, lunch, and then home (if we’re lucky) for dinner. Our routines become us, we become human’s doing, not humans being. It’s not just about relaxing. Each day should be special. Reserved. If we lose touch with that… well. That’s a tough thought. If we lose touch with ourselves, our being, there’s not much left to live for.

Part of it may be our culture, after all throughout life we’re taught to put off our dreams, our goals until we make enough money. Put ourselves into a routine, don’t be the nail head sticking up, work hard and defer your goals, then one day you’ll make it and can live your goals… well what happens when you’re too old to take advantage of the system. When you’ve lost yourself in your routine, and forgotten your goals… a lot of minds find themselves lost and unable to recover. The highest suicide rate among 25 to 50 yr olds are highly successful men. Men who made their fortunes, but have no idea what to do with it.

What can that tell us about our future? About our place in the world? What can that help us understand?

Sorry for being quiet for so long folks!

I’ve now moved into my dorm and am working hard to get my degree done this semester! What a trip!

I wanted to hop in here and share this video with you guys.

I promise more updates coming soon.

Phrases from David Berger on Vimeo.

Hello folks! I apologize for the delay in blogging. Since Alex and I set off into the Highlands of Scotland and then across into Northern Ireland and then I continued into Northern England and down to London to return home I’ve not been able to blog. I’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do. As part of that process I’m now posting some of my writings regarding travel and some fun stuff that I’ve been working on during my trip. You’ll find the first of these below with more to come.

I’ve posted a great video:

And built up a nice follow-up blog of that video in Text:

Train travel and general travel tips in Italy:

Train travel in Italy is a friendly experience and one that can be faced without fear. Traveling by train in Western and Central European countries is the preferred route of travel by most visitors. Buses are an option, and although often cheaper may leave you at the outskirts of a city or have very limited departure and travel times.

I’d like to outline my experiences and draw on my time in Milan and traveling through central and eastern Europe to give you some insight into Train travel. I arrived in Milan, Italy January 20th 2009 and stayed until May 1st before participating in a Travel Study program across Eastern, Central and North Western Europe (Slovenia, Croatia, Montenegro, Albania, Macedonia, Greece, Turkey, Bulgaria, Romania, Serbia, Bosna I Herzegovena, Slovakia, Hungary, Poland, Latvia, Czech, Germany, Netherlands, Belgium, British isles). During my Travels I used a mixture of Trains and Buses. I’d like to focus the first half of this post on Train travel in Western Europe.

Specifically I’d like to start with the Italian train system as an example. The system is open, straightforward and efficient. There are three major rules,

1. When you enter a train station, look for automated tellers (usually coded for 3-5 major languages). This has two benefits, the first is that the machines avoid speaking with a teller who may or may not speak more than one language. Second this will help you get written information and possibly provide information in English/German/Native language/ Chinese. Do be sure to check if there are student/youth/senior rates that are only available from a teller.

2. Find the departures board and the regular/regional train board. These provide information on the types of trains (as well as a description of what their symbols mean) and a regular daily time table so you can plan day trips on short notice.

3. VALIDATE YOUR TICKET! I can’t stress this enough. In every country I visited it was required that you validate your ticket. In Italy the fine for failing to do so can be 50-150 euro. It varies country by country but often the cost of forgetting or failing to Validate is 2-5 times that of the ticket. If you notice you’ve forgotten or the machines are out of order, Train conductors (in Italy at least) are required to validate your ticket if you come and find them. If they find you and it’s not validated some will validate it for a in pocket fee of 5 euro.

If you keep these three rules in mind, travel in any country via train is simple, stress free and can be significantly easier.

In Rule 2 I mentioned that there are different types of trains. In Italy there are fast trains, normal trains, and then there are the big commuters – called regional trains. Treno Regionale are the cheapest form of train transport in Italy. They are generally half the cost of normal trains and 1/3 that of the fast trains. They take a little while longer since they stop at almost every station but the difference in cost can make up for the delay. If your traveling across Italy, it may be worth the time to check different major cities along the path and check the Regionale connections. Instead of an express train you can catch a few Regionale commuters for a fraction of the cost. (Note this is not always the case, at times the number of changes can make the cost savings minimal).

The photo’s included here are representations of Italian (Trenitalia) equipment. However, the principles held true in Germany, Poland, Czech, Belgium, Holland, and the UK. Validation, and Train departure/automated systems are nearly universal in developed countries.

The second half of this Blog refers to Bus travel in Eastern Europe.

When I left the European Union and the fringe Shengen countries, I encountered an interesting phenomenon. Major train lines passed through capital cities and avoided smaller principalities. Leaving me with only one option – Buses. Eastern Europe, Greece, and Turkey especially were prone to major inconveniences when using the Train system. The trains were slower, less comfortable (minus sleeper cars) and had less flexibility and variety in travel destination, however to my surprise Bus travel in Eastern Europe is exceptional.

Eurolines is one company that does cross European transit – I’ll use their coaches as an example of the type of buses made available to travelers:

These large, 40+ seat buses generally have media – TV/VCR/DVD and in eastern Europe (Bulgaria, Romania, Turkey, Serbia, Bosnia) they also have in drive refreshments (soda/water/snack food for free) and Orangeways and now some of the other major companies like Eurolines even have WIFI built into the buses. It’s a sense of luxury travel for a fraction of train ticket prices. As an illustrative example, I traveled from Istanbul, Turkey to Plovdiv, Bulgaria for 1/3 the price of the train ticket and arrived in just under ¾ of the time. As I continued my travels through Eastern Europe I ran into a lot of travelers who had purchased Inter/Euro Rail passes and found them to be a bad investment for eastern European countries for two reasons.

The first is that Train transportation in Western Europe is Much more expensive than eastern Europe making a Inter/Euro Rail pass a great investment because it sets a standard cost for each journey. However, Given the lack of functionality on most train lines and the lower cost in E. European countries the pass was more expensive than buying tickets individually and didn’t allow use of bus travel.

We left the Kinlay House mid-morning the next day. We arrived at Dublin International airport around 12:30 and then made our way through security and check-in to arrive at the terminal. We had a few hours of spare time so we got out Alex’s little Eee PC and started watching Ironman. About 3/4 of the way through the movie there was an announcement about the change of gate from D68 to D63. We packed up and moved to the new terminal, now firmly at the back of the boarding queue. We got our bags through security and headed onto the tarmack. Climbing aboard the plane we found a tight fight and settled in to Ryan Air’s signature cramped yellow seats.

The plane landed an hour and some odd minutes later in Edinburgh International Airport. Without security or customs, we walked into Scotland and entered the UK. We crossed the threshold after getting some quick internet information about the address of our hostel, bought our bus tickets and then headed into the city.

We arrived at one of the most… interesting hostels I’ve see so far. Alex described it as Granola. I’d call it artistic to a measure. All the interiors were decorated with different murals…some quite competent, some a little lurid, and others stunningly beautiful. I’ve got a few foto’s from the hostel posted in my Edinburgh album on Facebook.

After settling in to our room (complete with a long term guest around the age of 75) we headed for the common room and the computers. We’d both seen Edinburgh before and we decided to wait until the evening to get some night photography of the city. After dark we got a few shots and walked the Royal Mile. We searched out some cheap food. Rounding Princes Street and heading back into *New* Edinburgh we found what we needed and managed some chips and pizza.

We headed back to the hostel and crashed exhausted. The next next day we spent walking around the city. We managed to see the new Harry Potter flick (not too bad) and to get some great foto’s of the Royal Mile. We also double checked our booking with Wild in Scotland. Everything settled we grabbed a bite to eat and then headed in to get some rest.

I managed to find two sets of beautiful new kilt socks. But, despite being thoroughly tempted I didn’t buy another kilt.

We woke the next morning and headed to the tour. We boarded our bus and started one heck of an adventure!

After our Wicklow tour we headed back to the hostel and decided to spend the rest of our time enjoying Dublin and the folks we’d met in the hostel.

We wandered out the next day and made our way through the city with three lovely English girls we’d met before.

Alex:

And Hannah & Alex:

and last but not least Lizzie:

As you can see Lizzie became quite acquainted with Miss Molly Malone famed Lady of the Night and fish monger of Grafton street Dublin.

As we continued our adventure we discovered an amazing monument to those who fell during the Irish potato famine. With eerie bronze statues moving slowly on their treacherous route toward the port, life, and opportunity.

And last but not least: A police convention in the middle of the street

And finally the Irish predilection to keepin’ clean.