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April 30, 2008
A Skeleton Of What Should Have Been
I spent an hour and a half writing a deeply contemplative entry about the paradoxical fact that the insane world of dance helps me keep my sanity and the effects that being deprived of the capability of giving my all at work have on me, the memories and emotions that music and movement trigger and the weird and wonderful world of speedos, scmoking jackets and the love of dogs that is my escapist way of dealing with excess stress and pain. When I was proof reading all that I'd churned out my computer crashed and everything was lost in an instant. I am too tired and my right hip is hurting too much for me to sit here another couple of hours to put it all back together again. I'm really sorry.
The important bits are that R&J is all in one piece and we're running three casts this week, the Cinephile score for my piece was used for the laboratory scene of CSI last week, I'm rehearsing Ashley's Acrid Avid Jam yet again, this time for Ross Cooper's Curve Foundation gala in Edinburgh and that chateaus in France are beautiful and that Hebrew is hard even if you dress as a rabbi. In the way of an apology here are few photos to give you an idea of what should have been. Good night and good luck.
The sun sets in Prestwick. ©
And Rises in France. ©
The birthday crew looking fresh. ©
And staying that way for days to come. ©
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