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brightened our Manhattan shores twice (so far) this year– once, to tape for the Balanchine Foundation her coaching Balanchine’s Sonatine in February, and then second, to teach at the School of American Ballet in May. At SAB she also coached … Continue reading →

sometimes it’s really nice to see classically oriented ballet dancers do something totally  Neo. Case in point: Baryshnikov with Browne, Carberry, and Dunham in a scaled-down Who Cares? for Dance in America from the late-1980s. It wasn’t fashionable or even … Continue reading →

You know how low the bar’s been set. I’ve already written about that softball she tried to throw Jeb, and how he fumbled only by failing to catch it–the “if you knew then what you know now” pitch on Iraq. … Continue reading →

Why didn’t any Republican presidential contender mention global warming? Because the GOP hasn’t yet found a way to blame it on the Welfare Queens!

An all-dance commercial flick? Hoping to get to see Powell and Pressburger’s 1951 Tales of Hoffmann at the Museum of Modern Art tonight at 7:00 p.m. Choreographed by Ashton, starring Moira Shearer–and I’ve never seen it in its entirety! I … Continue reading →

I almost hated to post those last links providing the latest looks at our degraded journalistic profession on the heels of Laura’s exquisite prose. I mean, great performing art, great writing–kind of nice, right?

Rick Pearlstein at the Washington Spectator excoriates the obfuscatory, trivia-obsessed coverage of the GOP presidential primaries. It seems to be worse than ever. WHILE Sarah Lazare at commondreams.org describes the way mum’s-the-word when it comes to “journalists” covering the Koch … Continue reading →

“This Serenade is amazing, caught up in coarse shadows on a claustrophobic stage and still it flies into infinity. Fascinating, how intimate is the Waltz Girl’s final fall. Except it’s not a fall.  It’s a death roll, Diana Adams turning … Continue reading →

shows her Tudor and de Mille training: that would be Diana Adams in the 1957 CBC Serenade. I was talking to Laura today about it; she may contribute a few words. . .

Was driving and remembered a line I hadn’t thought of in years. It’s in that novel I told you about which I want to sit down and finish. Seems the protagonist had gotten his chin tweaked by a plastic surgeon … Continue reading →