Freeze, Collaborate, & Listen

I remember jumping onto the cardboard on Sundays at church, spinning on my back, and feeling like I was breakdancing -- feeling fly. And after three spins, i'd hop up and moonwalk off that sucka. The older kids at the time humored me.

Sister sent me these pictures today of a breakdancing session at MIT. The strain, pose, and flushed head are impressive.

More impressive is the level of ferocity on the faces of sister and brother-in-law behind the anonymous bars of white. I wondered who they could be battling so ferociously in this pic. My guess is themselves.