There’s an old Jewish joke that goes something like this: A Jewish grandmother walks down the street proudly pushing her new grandchild in a baby carriage [that’s how old this joke is; a carriage rather than the $1000 stroller that … Continue reading →
There’s a rumor to the effect that the dancers in this video are all human. I have my doubts, though—especially about the third one, the guy in the orange shirt, whose protoplasm seems to be more gelatinous than most.
Continue reading →How old do you think this woman is? Or this one (hint: it’s the same woman, around the same time)? Or how about this one? All three are pictures of Russian ballerina Maya Plisetskaya. She’s eighty years old in the … Continue reading →
[Hat tip: the Anchoress.] I don’t know quite what to make of this You Tube video, except it made my jaw drop at around minute 3:22 and thereafter. Before that, it’s somewhat weird, but rather boring and silly. After minute … Continue reading →
I grew up in New York City during what may have been the golden age of ballet. My parents loved dance, and so they took me at an early age to see the greats—the New York City Ballet and American … Continue reading →
If you ever get a chance to see “Au Revoir Parapluie,” I strongly urge you to do so. The work is impossible to describe, although this NY Times review (and this post of mine) try. It’s playing at the Brooklyn … Continue reading →
I saw her walking ahead of me on a sidewalk in New York, and I knew immediately. She had the long hair, slicked back into a slightly damp ponytail. The large soft bag, slung over the shoulder. The small stature … Continue reading →
Georgia will be sending 1200 troops to Iraq to patrol the border with Iran to beef up the effort to keep weapons out. No, not that Georgia. This Georgia: This makes it the third largest coalition force there, after the … Continue reading →
When people think of ballet—if they think of it at all—they often think of dancing on pointe, something only women do in ballet. George Balanchine, one of the greatest choreographers of all time, famously said, “Ballet is woman.” Then again, … Continue reading →
This is a pair of my old pointe shoes. They are from about twenty years ago, the last time I took a ballet class. I threw out the innumerable other ones, myriad shapes and sizes and makes purchased in my … Continue reading →
I went out dancing the other night. No, not ballet. My ballet days are over, I’m afraid. And no, most assuredly not the tango. My tango days are over, I’m very happy to say. This was dancing to the music … Continue reading →
I’ve been tagged for one of those meme things by my friend Fausta, “five things you don’t know about me.” Ah. what to divulge? I have an unusual breadth of choice, since some of the most basic facts about me … Continue reading →