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Thursday, August 30, 2007
4:09 PM

How To Crank That...


If you're going to act all saddity, then you might as well wait for my looming entry about Nina Simone. But, if you're looking to get this down by Friday (or even tonight --- it is Thursday and all), it's time to focus.

Fortunately, I have a soon-to-be nine-year-old niece that doesn't mind teaching me to do this dance as she and her two uncles gather around the TV to watch the video on 106 and Park.

It's the least she could do after I showed her the dance I do to "Tattoo."

Before you judge me (even more), I'll have you know I tell her to go to school, make good grades, and that she respect her elders. I also tell her that she's the prettiest girl on Earth and my favorite person in the entire world. As you can see, I'm a strong advocate of self-esteem.

Back to the topic at hand. I've tried to avoid this movement, but I can't resist it any longer. He may sound like a Negro from the Reconstruction era, but there's something oddly amusing about yelling, "Yuuuuuuule" as you jump around like one of those kids you felt sorry for on the short yellow bus.

Thankfully, he was kind enough to create an instructional video for those of us that sometimes forget the steps of even the most basic choreographed dance.

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