Several weeks ago I went to see les Ballets Jazz de Montréal. The first half of the program was nothing spectacular, but the second piece—“The Stolen Show Excerpts,” choreographed by Crystal Pite—was some of the best choreography I’ve seen in years. This work was like if Charlie Chaplin smoked opium with Jean-Paul Sartre (still relevant after all these years!) while playing chess with Jacques Derrida. At a Russian circus. Backwards. Thank you, BJM, for making my snow-globe fantasy come true. Wink.
Sunday afternoon: sat on a picnic blanket with Stephen at the edge of Turtle Creek, eating cookies, reading & avoiding the droppings of the birds above. Happy breathing, and happy to breathe.
Five-and-a-half more weeks of the semester. Coasting (and breathing) until then.