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Dancing Bear February 10, 2008

Posted by The Typist in art, cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, oddities, Odds&Sods, Toulouse Street.
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Dancing Bear
A fellow New Orleans blogger left a comment asking about the Dancing Bear tag on my posts. It’s an old, old nickname, predating the adoption by the Grateful of the dancing teddy bear icon by several years, although I am almost enough of a fan to consider myself a head (notice “cryptic envelopment tag on some posts also usually tagged “Odds&Sodds”). While I am rather hirsute (except at the very top) I am straight, so it’s not about that kind of Bear either. It is instead a reference to Captain Kangaroo that I picked up in my early teens. (No, I am not about to tell that story, although it’s fairly harmless. No, Jeff, Bear will not dance.)

Strange how childhood nicknames stick. My mother-in-law used to be aghast when I called my son buddy. “That’s how people get those horrible nicknames,” she complained. Well, I rather liked the two Buddy’s I’ve known, so I wasn’t too worried about it. And it didn’t stick. Dancing Bear, however, has stuck for a certain circle of friends, and it’s usually shortened to Bear.

As to the picture above, if you’re thinking of getting me something extravagant for my birthday, I definitely can not afford one of these lovely Inuit Dancing Bear sculptures offered at Siverston Gallery, but after being Dancing Bear for a third of a century I’d love to have one.

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1. LIsaPal - February 11, 2008

If we were playing a word-association game and you said “dancing bear,” I can’t imagine responding with anything but Captain Kangaroo.

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2. mominem - February 13, 2008

This is New Orleans too.

“I hear a sound I at first feared might be gun shots. Then two children with drum heads and sticks marched side-by-side up Olympia Street to the corner of Toulouse, beating a march time.”

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3. Markus - February 13, 2008

The note about gun shots came in part because I worked overnight Saturday from home, and was up abotu 4:30 am on the porch drinking a beer and trying to wind down enough to go to sleep and heard what I am fairly sure was a shot, followed by seven others in quick succession. I don’t think the kids were out playing with their drums that time of morning.

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4. Purple Heather, All In My Brain « Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans - May 28, 2008

[…] that out right now, especially the sitar part. Time instead to contemplate whether I want one of these for my birthday or something more practical like this. And my wife thinks this is too big and […]

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