Whenever I think of dancing, I think of two things: Dorothy Parker, an unlikely piano-thumping dance studio teacher turned Algonquin Round table regular, waxing poetic about how to best get John the Baptist’s head on a plate in “Salome’s Dancing Lesson,” and Lucy Ricardo trying to plie. Apparently, the dance studio conceit is alive and well outside New York and here in LA – witness the Oxford Street Dance Theater, created by two UC-Berkeley grads (A ha! Another one of us!). Every year, the dance troupe presents an annual show emoting the clash between the intricacies of modern dance and the complexities of an outside world that currently is confronting xenophobia masked as swine flu hysteria; sadly increasing unemployment rates; and Harvard-educated, formerly practicing attorneys who become First Ladies and fulfill their matronly role by answering tough – but important! – questions from kids about the White House being haunted. This year’s presentation, “Fusion,” runs on selected dates from May 7 to 17 and, as one of my colleagues and Oxford Street troupe dancers tells me, promises to be quite the event, complete with props. Hopefully, John the Baptist’s head stays home – but it’s not called a Dance Theater for nothing.