Odds and Ends
I woke this morning with the music for Albrecht’s variation in my head. I’m not sure why, unless it’s a function of something JB said to us class yesterday: “It’s still grand allegro, but it’s not Giselle. It’s more like Don Quixote.”
It’s a useful shorthand in the same way that, “More Balanchine, less Bolshoi” is useful.
Also a good excuse for watching ballet: I should watch Don Qagain. I’ve only seen it once.
Research, you know.
Yesterday after class I did a million tiny Sissones and temps des cuisses in my kitchen, which involved a significant feat of restraint, since my kitchen is tiny and I like to JUMP.
Last night I dreamed I was being examined in class, and I had to do endless grand pirouettes in a crowded room. I kept getting angry myself for half-assing the placement of my working leg, which I definitely do in real life when I’m tired.
Regardless, I can’t do those in my kitchen. Not if I enjoy the health of my feet.
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