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time, space, and dance genre–

Accompany me in the new, Fall 2017 Ballet Review.

and the GOP says, “How high?”

At Daily Kos, Jen Hayden reports how Koch brothers’ threats have got Graham, Cassidy, McConnell–and most definitely Sasse, one of many GOP who went to the Bros.  hate-in to grovel–et.al., et.al., et. GOP al.–hell for leather to pass the worst health care bill imaginable, with the added bonne bouche of getting to trample on every democratic and constitutional norm in order to MAKE IT HAPPEN.

Lindsay Graham is no man of the people, but he egregiously tries to sound that way to convince the electorate he’s fucking over that he’s one of them.

Sen. Graham’s pissy, bitchy responses to anyone confronting him with the horrific truth of his “health care” bill tell you all you need to know about his contempt for the American people.

Out of the Ooze: The Story of Dr. Tom Price, by Alexander Zaitchik.

ravaged health care for Americans.

That’s the Dr. Price formula, as he violates protocol and precedent by chartering planes to fly him to meetings with insurance company executives to game out the Trump Care abomination.

At Politico, Dan Diamond and Rachanna Pradhan study the manifests.

In Naked City: The Death and Life of Authentic Urban Places, Sharon Zukin describes what happened to a diverse, affordable New York City, noting “a determined, concentrated process of destruction, beginning in the 1980s and speeding up since then.”

all over the General Assembly.

Where will he launch a new war first?

Iran or No. Korea?

He can’t be bothered to say much against Trump, but he’s scarfing up $400,000 PER for massaging Wall Street with feel-good peroration.

I’m afraid that this, not the cheerleaders’ idealistic idealization, is the true Obama.

when actors apply their highly-honed skills toward depicting the less polished delivery of amateur enthusiasts.

Fun, so long as amateurs, or, by extension, the general non-professional public, doesn’t feel needlessly ribbed.

The trick is to be beguiled into laughing at ourselves. (Not specifically me, because while I enjoy speaking in front of an audience, I don’t feel a yen for the sock and buskin routine.)

1935 saw two of the most delicious examples of the genre hit the big screen

–the entirety of “Doubting Thomas,”

–a scene between Pauline Lord, Basil Rathbone and Louis Hayward in “A Feather in Her Hat”

Balanchine’s back reads from the cover of the current, Summer 2017 Ballet Review.

Appropriate, since so much of ballet involves physical projection from every angle–dorsal orientation most definitely included.

Our cover projects really well from an elevated–like second balcony–perch at Casa Magazines, my local news stand (really one of the last left in NYC) on Eighth Avenue and West 12th Street.