Category Archives: balllet

Small World

I’m apparently cyber-stalking New Haven Ballet at the moment (read: poring over their website, apparently in an attempt to avoid finishing my math review?) and I noticed that one of their instructors, Christopher DeNofrio, used to dance and teach at Louisville Ballet (and was, in fact, the Assistant Director of our school at one time!). That was before I moved here, so I wouldn’t have known him, but still pretty neat stuff.

Wait, what’s that sound?

Oh, it’s just the ballet world shrinking again*.

Notes
*In case you’re wondering, it usually sounds a lot like Swan Lake, but right now it sounds suspiciously like the Nutcracker.

Ballet Squid Chronicles: Saturday Class, Now With 100% More Kelly!

We did Essentials this morning, which was enough for my recovering respiratory system.  Our friend Kelly came and was able to hang in throughout class.   Yay!

Barre was lovely.   A week off the bike means my hip flexors were nice and loose, so I had high extensions and an effortless full left split.   It was just like, “Oh, look, here I am on the ground!”   (The right was pretty close, but not all the way there).

Except for chaînés across the floor, we didn’t do turns today (not even at the barre).  Just little jumps followed by grand jetés.  The grand jetés were fun, as always, and I focused on keeping my upper body together and not going all squidly.

At one point one of the girls whose names I don’t know because I’m a  horrible person and I went together, perfectly synchronized but on opposite legs (this makes sense to you if you’re a horse person :D).  We looked really cool in the mirror, even if it wasn’t actually something we planned (I started on the wrong foot, somehow).

I was reminded of that cool synchronized dressage drill where you and a partner canter (with lots of collection, ideally) down the centerline on opposite leads and turn off in opposite directions at C (looks even cooler in counter-canter).  Ballet: it’s people-dressage!

Margie wanted us to focus on really traveling in our leaps.  I didn’t quite have the aerobic capacity today to manage to clear the studio in two jetés, but I got across in three every time.  A couple even looked pretty 😛

In other news, my chaînés are magically becoming solid.  This feels awesome, because chaînés are basically my nemesis, you guys, and also something I shouldn’t struggle with at this point.  I made the mistake of noticing this during my first pass and promptly ceasing to spot halfway across the floor. (You know how it is: “OMG I’M DOING IT AAAAAAAUGH!”)

Fortunately, because I have bizarre ear problems sometimes and thus have tons of practice moving while dizzy, I managed to finish my pass and not fall down at the end, even if I did wind up tracking a bit diagonally.  So that was cool, too. Thereafter, I paid attention to my spot.

For what it’s worth, while Kelly would disagree, I think she looked very good considering that this was her first class back after a significantly longer break from dancing than mine. 

She has beautiful feet, and her leaps may not yet have been super high, but she did them with straight knees and pointed toes.   She also has a very graceful way of carrying her upper body and arms.  Her musical theater (like, actually-performed-in-New York musical theater!) and modern dance backgrounds come through there.  She’s also not at all afraid to ask questions in class.

I am happy to have Kelly in class and very much looking forward to watching her re-emerge as a dancer.   Exciting stuff!

Ballet Squid Chronicles: Lucky

We’re going to visit my parents in Connecticut in January, and I’ve been looking around for a ballet class to squeeze in while we’re up there. I’ve been surprised to find few options — there are adult options at a number of schools, but most seem to offer only one or two classes a week (and so many happen to be on Thursday — is there something I don’t know about Thursday?).

There are a couple of notable exceptions — Hartford City Ballet, for example, offers five adult open technique classes (and a conditioning class, which is one offering I wish we had — we do have Pilates, though).

I’m reminded again how lucky we are to have access to Louisville Ballet School’s robust adult class offerings — nine ballet technique classes per week, not counting the 6-week Intro Pointe class that happens once in a while. I’m not even counting non-ballet offerings (tap; something called “fitness fusion,” which might be ballet conditioning masquerading as a general fitness class; and Pilates, which doesn’t appear to be on our Winter Break schedule).

It surprises me that LBS, a school attached to a small company in a small city in a part of the country where the arts are vibrant but always struggling, offers such a robust adult program in what is presumably a much smaller adult-ballet market than one would expect in the Northeast. Not that I’m complaining! I’m just surprised.

I think the topic of how to cobble together a reasonable class schedule sorted has been bandied around the adult ballet boards at Ballet Talk for Dancers quite a bit, but I guess I still hadn’t realized how challenging it can be.

Any thoughts out there on why things shake out the way they do? How do class offerings look in your necks of the woods, fellow dancers? Do you think LBS’ offerings are more typical or more atypical for a ballet school in a moderate-sized city?

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Update

The New Haven Ballet has a nice selection of Open Division classes, so I think I’m going to try to work their Friday morning class into our visit. I’d love to visit Yale’s Peabody Museum while we’re up there, so it works out nicely for me.

Scheduling; Afternoon of a Faun

I’m starting to feel human again this morning. Not quite ready for prime time, but awake and together enough to finish my homework, get some review done, pay some bills, and maybe do a little writing today. It’s good to feel like things are winding up and room is opening up for creative work. Also rather nice to be pretty convinced that this little thing I’ve nicknamed Thanksgiving Virus (which has snagged about half the people I know) is, in fact, just a little thing, and will go away on its own.

I’ve decided to repeat the math class I took this semester. I might finish this semester with a B; I might not. Regardless, I don’t feel like I’ve really mastered the material, so I’m going to repeat the class.

I’ve popped it in my schedule for Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 9:30. That won’t interfere with my plans to do class Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings (ballet class: it’s funny how ballet takes over your life, and “math class” continues to be “math class,” while “ballet class” just turns into “class”).

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In other news, if you haven’t seen the brilliant and moving documentary on Tanaquil LeClercq, Afternoon of a Faun, you can catch it on Netflix streaming, or you can rent it from Amazon‘s streaming service for $3.99 (it’s not Prime eligible, but it’s absolutely worth the $4 to see it or the $10 or so to buy streaming rights).

Afternoon of a Faun is not only a touching story about a brilliant ballerina struck down in her prime, but a keen reminder of what medicine has done for us; what we stand to lose in today’s anti-vaccination foment.

I’m not sure what further to say. LeClercq’s spirit and strength are inspiring, as are the stories told by her contemporaries and the vintage performance footage. If you haven’t seen it, watch it.

That’s it for now.

Ballet Squid Chronicles: I’m Not Dead Yet

I’m still kind of processing the amazing experience that was my first ADTA conference.  

In three sentences:
So very awesome.   So welcoming.  So made me feel that I’m on the right path.

I missed the opening ceremony to hit up class at the Joffrey, where I tied for first in the Great A La Seconde Jump-Off of 2014 and got to do some really pretty choreography.  Cool stuff!

When we came home or was straight back to school, and today back to ballet at Louisville Ballet School.  Fun class tonight, though I have looked better doing adagio.

I am both rather proud of myself and rather amazed because I managed to keep on top of my homework while at the conference.  That was probably the learniest I’ve been this semester!

So that’s it for the moment.   Going home to eat pizza and relax.

Gnight, everybody!

Ballet Squid Chronicles: In Which Your Humble Ballet Squid Puts On The Splotchy Purple Tights and Rocks Them

Denis has splotchy purple tights that he bought on clearance when one of our local K-Marts was closing.  I think they’re Joe Boxer brand leggings, really.

I’ve never worn them before because, quite frankly, I figured they probably wouldn’t fit me.  This morning, though, I didn’t feel like going down to the Costume Department (AKA the storage room in the basement) and digging out my foil leopard tights.  I grabbed Denis’ purple splotchy tights instead.

Turns out that they fit rather beautifully.  Better than my usual tights.  So I wore them to class.

Denis, meanwhile, wore his sparkly, star-splashed multicolored tights — which, by the way, was why I didn’t want to wear plain old black tights.  Denis (who usually does class in pre-pro regulation black tights and white t-shirt) wanted to kick it up a notch because it was Hallowe’en weekend, and I wasn’t about to miss out on an opportunity!

You might remember these from an earlier episode :D

You might remember these from an earlier episode 😀

Claire was teaching Essentials today, and when she arrived she said, “Thank you for wearing those tights!”

Apparently, she really gets a kick out of people who bring a little color into the studio.  Well, today, Denis and I brought the color (though I did wear my usual black t-shirt).

I was surprised to find that I really liked the way the purple tights looked.  And I was also surprised how solidly everything came together at the barre and at center — including the chaines allllllllll the way across the studio, going both directions.  I guess I don’t get to make excuses about sucking at chaines anymore.

Denis did some nice jumps today.  Claire’s amazing corrections — which are forever making my life as a dancer easier — apparently work for Denis just as well as they work for me.

After, we did lunch at Whole Foods with B & N, and then sat and chatted for ever and ever and ever(1), which was great.  Our plans to take over the world will soon be complete.

So there we go.  It was an excellent day, all told.

Oh, and my strap updates seem to have sorted my Capezio Romeos well enough.  They didn’t peel off in class even after I took my socks off.

Notes

  1. Among other things, B and I discussed body size diversity in ballet.  The more I talk about it with other dancers, the more it seems like we all really like the idea of getting a more diverse array of bodies into the studio.  Something to think about!

Ballet Squid Chronicles: Friday Frustration

I did intermediate class today.   Survived but was a total mess at Barre.  At center, I did alright on some nifty choreography, and then we did little jumps with beats, which I totally killed.  It was nice to be able to do something at least! 

My lungs protested, though.  I am definitely feeling the lack of class.   Incentive to get on top of my maths, I guess.

Interestingly, our class was a little more diverse in terms of body types today than it usually is.   That was cool.  I hope everyone who was here today will keep coming!

Speaking of diversity, it seems that I missed Brian teaching Monday morning class.   I couldn’t have done Monday AM class in the first place, but I wish I could have.   I would’ve enjoyed seeing how he teaches.

It occurs to me that I have never yet taken a ballet class with a male teacher.  It would be dishonest to say that I don’t wonder if taking class with a male teacher would feel different somehow.

Gentle readers, what do you think?  Does it feel different to take class with a teacher of the same sex than it does to take class with one of the opposite sex?    Or does taking class with a male teacher feel weird somehow because there are fewer male ballet teachers currently teaching?  Or is it just, you know, still ballet?

That is one of the things I love about ballet.  Different schools and teachers bring different elements to the table, but in the end, ballet is ballet is ballet.


Ha, just realized I left out the frustration part. I am way frustrated by not getting to class as often. I feel like I’m losing ground. I’m trying not to ler it get to me, but you know how it is. You love what you love, and when you feel like you’re slipping at the thing you love doing… Yeah. Frustration.

Body Types, Flexibility, and Ballet

Or, more accurately, somatotypes.

You’re probably familiar with the concept of the three basic somatotypes — ectomorph, mesomorph, and endomorph — first proposed by William Sheldon in the 1950s.

Anyway, I’ve been reading a bit about the whole idea (in part because I’m not sure it’s really based on empirical evidence, and I’m trying to find out if it actually plays out as it’s supposed to), and I’ve run across an interesting hypothesis.

In a few places (here’s one that might be a useful resource for dancers in general), I’ve read that ectomorphs tend to be the most flexible, mesomorphs the least flexible, and endomorphs somewhere in between.

I was surprised by that.

I fall somewhere between the mesomorph and ectomorph types — I’m inclined to call myself a mesomorph with ectomorphic tendencies(1), if I have to describe myself in those terms at all — but I definitely possess the classic mesomorphic traits of explosive power and relative ease in building muscle(2).  However, I’ve historically been among the most flexible people I’ve known.  Even now, with my lower-body flexibility relatively reduced by the effects of cycling, I’m still among the most flexible people in my ballet classes.

That said, I can’t speak to the flexibility of mesomorphs in general because, frankly, I haven’t known many, and those I have known I’ve known in contexts (hello, gymnastics) that both select for and develop high degrees of flexibility.  Out of everyone I know, Brian (aka PDG the First) has the build most like my own, although he’s actually a classic mesomorph (heavier-boned and much more muscular in the upper body than I am) with an extremely low body fat percentage.  He’s pretty flexible, but he’s also a professional dancer, which complicates things.

Meanwhile, true ectomorphs in my life have often been fairly inflexible.  Denis, for example, is definitely an ectomorph, with the classic “stringy muscles and narrow shoulders” build, and he’s really quite inflexible.  My second boyfriend was also an ectomorph, but was probably just about average in the flexibility department.  My father was arguably an ectomorph, though one with mesomorphic tendencies (he had a broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped build like mine), and I don’t think he was any more flexible than the average man.  Then again, how would I know?  Dad kind of hated all sports and, while I think he enjoyed watching ballet, he wasn’t a dancer.

T, from ballet, is decidedly an ectomorph (and a beautiful one) and he’s really quite flexible, but like me he has a gymnastics background.  Jim, the other ballet-class ectomorph, seems to be about average in the flexibility department, but he’s also probably in his 70s, and people tend to lose flexibility as they age.  It seems like it might be impolite to buttonhole him and say, “Hey, when you were twenty, could you do splits?”  There are a host of female ectomorphs in my ballet classes, meanwhile, and most of them seem to be about average in terms of flexibility.

The endomorphs I’ve known, meanwhile, have largely tracked with Sheldon’s theory — they’ve often been fairly flexible, and some of them have been very flexible,

I’m not actually contending, here, that mesomorphs are really the most flexible body type, and I’m not even contending that I’m a good example.  I meet the criteria for benign hypermobility joint syndrome(3) and I’ve been involved with gymnastics and dance off and on since pre-school and first grade, respectively.  Both of these conditions would probably behave as confounds if I were attempting to do some kind of scientific study, here.

But I’m not.  I’m just curious.

What do you think?  Where do you fit on Sheldon’s spectrum?  Do you find that you adhere to his ideas about flexibility?

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This whole thought process has also led me to think about ballet, and how dancers self-select.  Louisville is a Midwestern city, prone to Midwestern girth lines (though non-scientific observation suggests that Louisvillians tend to be a bit leaner than is typical for the region).  With a few brave exceptions, however, my fellow ballet students are overwhelmingly very much leaner than is typical of our region, and indeed leaner than is typical, period.

I wouldn’t be at all surprised by this if I was taking pre-pro track classes, since there are powerful selection pressures involved there, and I am less surprised that my fellow intermediate students tend to be leaner — again, we are subject to a degree of selection pressure, since, presumably, those of us who choose to advance to that level probably have performance-oriented aspirations(4).

What surprises me is that even the Ballet Essentials class tends towards a very lean physique.  Given our location, I would expect new adult dancers to be significantly larger.  I wonder, though, whether our overwhelmingly-lean class average scares off bigger dancers, or whether perhaps our affiliation with a professional company is intimidating somehow?

I haven’t looked at the adult classes in other local dance schools, for the most part, but I have seen pictures of a couple of the adult groups from other schools, and I would say that their average overall body size was larger.

This makes me wonder how classes already populated with very slim dancers can make bigger dancers feel more welcome.  Any ideas?  Obviously, just buttonholing people on the way out of class and saying, “Hi!  Did you enjoy class?  I hope we’ll see you next time!” might help, but are there other, proactive ways to make classes feel more welcoming to people of diverse body sizes?

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Also, one more semi-related thing: is it just me, or is ballet seriously a harbor for small guys?  I’ve noticed that, of the guys in class, most of us are on the small end of average.  Some of us are even smaller than that.  Even Brian is small (he’s about my height; maybe 5’8″).  I want to say that PDG II is a little taller, but not by much.  Our two exceptions are T (who isn’t super-tall) and N, who is pretty darned tall.

So, dancers out there — if there are guys in your classes, do they tend to be small?  And if so, do you think it’s a selection-pressure thing, or maybe a deselection-pressure thing (since many other sports tend to favor taller guys, maybe smaller guys are more likely to be free to stumble into ballet)?

There’s definitely a selection pressure thing in favor of smaller guys in cycling, for what it’s worth.  The same holds true for long-distance running.  I would actually expect selection pressures in ballet to select for taller guys (and it does seem to do so at the highest professional levels), but ballet is subject to such complex selection pressures in the US that being tall might actually rather wash out.  It’s more important, really, to be brave and confident in one’s own masculinity, and being small is good preparation for that sort of thing.  But that, as they say, is “a whole ‘nother” post.

Notes

  1. In case you’re wondering, I have the broad shoulders and relatively narrow hips of a mesomorph coupled with the fine bones of an ectomorph (especially up top; the bones in my legs definitely show the influence of a lifetime of high-impact activity).  Some of my joints are the small, flat joins of an ectomorph; others are the whacking great knobs of a mesomorph (I’m looking at you, knees).  My musculature falls somewhere in between as well; my legs fairly shout “mesomorph!” while my arms are squarely (or lithely, perhaps?) in the ectomorph camp.  I somehow have rather defined pectoral muscles even though I don’t work on them at all at this juncture, and that’s a mesomorph trait; however, if I wrap my fingers around my wrists, the thumb and middle finger overlap — an ectomorph trait.  So, there you have it.  As always, I refuse to be one thing or the other.  Nyah.  😛
  2. Curiously, and contrary to what our culture might lead one to expect, I would contend that I inherited these traits from my Mom.  Mom is definitely a mesomorph; she has a medium frame and builds muscle easily.  She’s put together like a gymnast — small and strong.  Her personality, meanwhile, is best explained in terms of the sport she played in high school: Mom’s 5’3″, but her chosen sport was basketball, and apparently she was pretty good!  Mom is the kind of person who everyone thinks is taller until they see her in pictures (especially with my step-Dad, who is almost a foot taller than Mom).  I’m guessing she probably just intimidated her way around the court with her towering willpower 😀

    I’ve never bothered, before, to really sit down and think about where my parents fall on the continuum of somatotypes, but it’s interesting to do so.  I find myself feeling really quite grateful for the genes I inherited.  Both my Dad’s family and my Mom’s family tend to be healthy and long-lived (with the exception of those on Dad’s side who have succumbed to the deleterious effects of alcoholism), and I seem to have dodged the hypothyroidism bullet.  I won’t claim that I dodged the “addictive personality” bullet, because I know for a fact that I didn’t, but I can say that I’ve grown up with enough awareness and guidance to prevent myself from developing dangerous addictions.

  3. The weirdest and least useful effect of BHJS, for me, is that I have hypermobile joints in my pelvis.  Evidently, there’s more laxity in my sacroiliac joints than is usual.  As a physical therapist, Denis thinks this is fascinating.  As someone whose pelvis does funky things at times, I’m glad Denis is a physical therapist and knows how to put it back where it belongs.
  4. I should note that there’s one really powerful exception: the curviest girl I routinely see at ballet class dances at the advanced beginner/intermediate level, and she’s really very good — she has natural grace, makes beautiful lines, and her technique is excellent.  I think her curvy, feminine physique actually lends something unique and special to her dancing, and I’m always concerned when I don’t see her for a few weeks that she’s dropped out because of the otherwise uniformly-ectomorphic body types of the other ladies in class.  The girl in question is very probably someone who doctors would classify as “overweight,” which goes to show you that all those categorical labels are rather silly.  I suspect she’s just made the way she’s made, and I hope nobody gives her grief about it, because she’s beautiful.

Also, holy snotrockets, this post is long.

Ballet Squid Chronicles: Schedule Juggling

I got my most recent math exam grade on Sunday, and I’m sorry to say that I bombed it.  Seriously, it comprised the second-worst grade I’ve earned in the whole of my university career: an actual, honest-to-G-d D.  I think I did a little worse on one exam in another math class I took, but I also seem to recall that I had a horrible cold or something (and I earned an A- overall in that class).

Your humble Ballet Squid doesn’t do Ds (in fact, I don’t generally do Bs, even).

Last night, I had a long conversation with Denis about how to amend my schedule to allow for more time to work on math. I had been thinking about putting down either the Monday night or the Wednesday night ballet class for the time being, until either I’m really on top of my math class or the semester comes to a complete stop.

Denis’ suggestion was more radical: since there are only about five weeks left in the semester (not counting Finals Week), he suggested that I step back from the evening ballet classes entirely until finals are done.

I resisted, of course: that wasn’t my plan.  That wasn’t what I wanted.  And, besides, I told him (and myself), my ballet training is important to my long-term career plans.

And then I thought about it a bit more and came to the following conclusion: ballet is, in fact, immensely important to me.  It is also, in fact, important to my long-term career plans.  However, my grad school application deadline — the thing for which I need to get my ballet really polished — won’t roll around until December, 2015.  My graduation deadline at IUS, meanwhile, is May of 2015, and it would be nice to not have to repeat my math class.  The prospect of somehow finding myself still whacking away at my undergrad work after this May because of one little math class is depressing beyond measure.  Not gonna do it.  Not gonna happen.

As it stands, I can still pull my math grade out of the fire, provided that I do well on the remaining hour exam and on the final exam (which accounts for 25% of my grade o.O).  Doing so, however, is going to take some work: right now, I have a class average of 76, which is in serious WTF territory if you’re me, but which isn’t irretrievably bad.

This is entirely the result of the impact of the two exams we’ve had so far.  Homework and class participation make up only a tiny fraction of the overall grade for this class, so the fact that my homework and in-class work averages are pretty good (high 90s and low 90s, respectively) doesn’t make any real difference.

I feel like a big part of the problem (besides the usual absolute nightmare where error-checking is concerned; you guys, I am the world’s worst error-checker when it comes to my own work, especially math) is that I just plain forget how to do stuff.

I think part of the reason for that is that my current approach to homework amounts to what People Who Know Things call Massed Practice: in short, I sit down and bang out an entire assignment at once, instead of doing a little each day.  I’ve been doing this because assignments are due when they’re due and not getting home until 10 PM two nights a week made it hard to do anything else (and while I can write papers and stuff on the bus, I find it difficult to do math homework on the bus, since it requires juggling paper and pencil and calculator).

I know myself well enough to know that massed practice doesn’t work for me.  I just somehow failed to grasp that that was exactly what I was doing.

Anyway, the upshot of all this is that I’m going to try Denis’ approach.  He suggested that I take advantage of the Friday morning ballet class to try to keep things moving forward ballet-wise; I think that’s a reasonable goal (because of the bus timing, I also wind up losing a lot less time in transit that way).

I don’t think a more relaxed ballet schedule for a few weeks is going to impact my long-term goals.  I am a bit more worried that it might, in fact, impact my mood stability.  I’m planning to revert to using the bike for more of my homebound commute as a way of compensating (that makes the trip home quicker, anyway), unless my knee starts bothering me again.  We’ll see how that goes.  If things start to feel unstable, I’ll try adding one evening class back in and see if it sorts things.

So there you have it.  As loathe as I am to admit it, I think that Denis has suggested the best plan for the time being.  Here’s hoping it will get my math stuff sorted and I won’t have to repeat my math class (which would kind of hose up my plans for next semester, since I’d actually have to go to campus, which would entail commute time, etc.).

Ballet Squid Chronicles: Shoe Adjustments; Philip Glass Project Update

When I was packing our dance bag on Saturday, I noticed that the straps on my Sanshas are sewn in a different spot at the heel than the ones on my Capezio Romeos.

I’ve had issues with the Romeos (which are a touch on the wide side) rolling down at the back, so I decided to try re-sewing the straps.  Snipped them just above the seam, then sewed them in again right behind the old spot (pictures to follow, but I’m too lazy to go get my phone right now).

I’m wearing them now, rubbing my heels against my therapy ball (because leather + vinyl = friction) to see if I can get them to peel off.

So far, so good.

I’m going to try them again in class tomorrow.  I’m still not sure if I like the little sole pads on the Capezios as much as the ones on the Sanshas.  If the adjustment to the heel attachment works as well as I’m hoping, I’ll probably adjust the anchor point at the front as well.  Right now, it’s a bit too far forward, so the strongest support is just ahead of my arch.  If I move the strap back, I think the Romeos will be even more comfortable.

In other news, Denis and I sat down to listen to the music for my choreography project today.  He was having trouble finding the pulse in “The Poet Acts,” and since I’ll probably be working with at least a few non-dancers, we looked around for a piece with a more detectable pulse.  We decided on “Escape!” instead, also from The Hours.  We’re sorting choreography.  He likes my ideas, which makes me feel like maybe they’re not crazy.

So that’s it for now.  More tomorrow.

G’night, everybody.