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      <title>Swearing off dancing...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The final lingering vestiges of self deceit died today. Against the incontrovertible evidence, I had remained hopeful that I had the ability to transcend my &lt;a href=&#34;../2009/11/strictly-not-dancing/&#34;&gt;well documented phobia&lt;/a&gt; for dancing.  Sometime between &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFW_mkjV6Fg&#34;&gt;Ose O Jesu&lt;/a&gt; and some other Yoruba song which has escaped my memory, I realized that my rather feeble attempts at &amp;lsquo;dancing&amp;rsquo; - clapping rhythmically, nodding my head from time to time, and shuffling from side to side  - bore as much resemblance to dancing as a bee buzzing through the air bore to a fish swimming.. My sense of unease was worsened by the fact that it was a thanksgiving Sunday and we had to dance to the offering box. Interestingly, if the number of dancing worshippers was a significant sample of the larger community, then I am fighting a lost cause in refusing not learning to dance.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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