The Director’s Choice program is always one of my favorite ballet performances of the year. I look forward to Peter Boal’s selection of modern, intriguing, challenging pieces all year. So when I ran a 102 F temperature the day before I was supposed to go, I hated the thought of missing it. Fortunately, as a season subscriber, I was able to call the box office and change my dates without any fees. Unfortunately, on the day of the final performance, I was still completely out of commission, so I ended up sending my husband and daughter. My daughter has been attending the ballet for half of her life. That’s only five years of ballet, so her opinions are not necessarily the same as mine. But her opinions (lightly edited) are the ones you’re getting today.
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A Childish Review of Director’s Choice at Pacific Northwest Ballet
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Skipping Asgeir Trausti
Ásgeir Trausti released his first album in spring of 2012 but I’ve already seen him five times. I was one of the first people to interview him in English. My post, Stalking Asgeir Trausti, about watching Ásgeir perform 4 times in one weekend is by far the most viewed item on this blog.
I loved Low Roar’s debut album. I was crushed when circumstances conspired against a planned interview and kept me from seeing his Airwaves 12 performance.
On October 21, Asgeir and Low Roar played the intimate Columbia City Theater, and I wasn’t there. Wild horses couldn’t have kept me from this show, so what was I doing instead? Read More
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Form of … a Refrigerator
It sounds good to call what I do “freelance.” But it really means that when there’s no work there’s no money. Today started out like any other day. There was no work, so the urge was to pose as a normal housewife. If I’m not bringing home bacon, I might as well clean out the fridge. I thought, “Since the refrigerator is almost empty, I should wipe down the shelves.” I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn’t even know it yet … the horror. The horror.
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Bad Dad or Bad Day?
I love words both fair and foul, so swearing doesn’t usually bother me. But the vitriol I heard in a swearing outburst today jarred me. My older daughter had just finished her violin lesson; she and I and my younger daughter were walking down the sidewalk to our car when heard a blasphemous expression.
I expected to witness a car crash in the aftermath of the shout. But when I looked up, all I saw was a couple of pedestrians on the opposite sidewalk.
“Shit!” It was the man walking down the street. He turned around and started yelling at a little girl about my own daughter’s age lagging about 10 feet behind him. He was yelling at his kid.