Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
- Leonard Cohen
Dissecting 1974
July 27, 2007 
It was a year not as landmark as the year a man first stepped on the moon or the year when 2 brothers flew the first airplane ever. It was just one of those fleeting years, when somebody won the Superbowl or the Wimbledon or the Emmy’s. If it could have yawned it’s way into 1975, it would, if only to check out whether another moment would smear a blot in history.
In that year where TIME picked out Richard Nixon’s resignation as one of the Great Events of the 20th Century, because, in Nixon’s own words, “America’s long national nightmare is over”, I sought for colors and interesting milestones. I wanted to hope that when the World Trade Center (world’s tallest buildig then) opened in New York that year, it would be as important as when people remember 9/11.
But people are more drawn to gossips than history. They remember more the most beautiful faces gracing the People magazine, than when that magazine began its distribution. And Barbara Walters, how can anyone not know Barbara Walters? But no one would care if told that she started out as a news-anchor of Today Show, one April in 1974. Or that year when the Beatles officially disbanded, the Loch Ness monster was first photographed, Yitzhak Rabin formed a new Israeli government or when the last Japanese guerilla operating in the Philippines, surrendered after 29 years.
Not much remember nor appreciate those timelines.
But I think my family would. Because 22 days before 1974 was ended, I was born. In a year peppered with unnecessary scandals, nuclear tests and few achievements, I believe that day in December was a landmark in my parents life…despite the fact that after 2 daughters, they wanted me to come out as a boy. Or despite the fact that they share that landmark with thousands of other parents. The parents of most of my classmates and of Leo di Caprio and of Christian Bale.
Welcome to my blog. In ballet, dancing en pointe is a step that requires considerable strength and skill in the act of rising to the tips of the toes while performing. In life, I want to adopt this philosophy. I want to be able to gather all efforts and skills and passion in dealing with uncertainties, failures, loves and triumphs and live life in my best poise possible. I want to roll ahead like that, En Pointe, until my hardest bones, dry up and hurt. So that when I die, I will not really mind, even if storms will weather my epitaph until it simply reads:
BORN: 1974.
Previous Comments
Well, you have a very very good reason to be proud of Karmee. 
First entry and written like a pro.
I’ll be back for more! heheh. Keep writing.
Posted by john at August 17, 2007, 9:49 amwhat can i say??? simply bravo!!!! whoaaa, you could be a literary writer or somethin’ will cant wait to read the rest of your blogs, rowie girl
hi Rowie, welcome to i.PH and the blogging world. looking forward to reading more of your posts!
let it be known…how proud I am of my sister when she writes, along with other things. that’s why i’m thankful, and damn excited, that she’s finally found her way here (where I also am). blog on ategirl! mwah!
Posted by karmee3.0 at August 12, 2007, 6:09 pm