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Last week, I went with a friend to see the Mariinsky Ballet perform selections from Michel Fokine's Les Saisons Russes, which included the Firebird. From our seats high in the nosebleed section, the faded 60's elegance of the Kennedy Center shone. And the saturated colors and wild choreography of Fokine were mesmerizing. Russian ballerinas have the best technique I have ever seen. It was quite a treat.
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I've been listening to this love story about Carl Sagan romancing his wife while making an Earth guide for aliens in 1977. I like the idea of literally sending your love out into the cosmos.
Musicians who should write novels. A thought I have quite often. Especially about Colin Meloy of the Decemberists. Maybe he should even make a movie. I mean listen to this plot:
Also I've been gobbling up the latest Feist album. "All I want is a horizon line. Get some clarity, following the signs."
I am gearing up KCDC's March session. I will be teaching a class on knitting for beginners with my mother. As well as guerilla gardening class where we will be making seed bombs and moss graffiti.
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