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Coffee House Distractions: Politics, Education, and Tall Nonfat Lattés

I am sitting in Starbucks (my unofficial office/study) doing research and came across this quote from Howard Gardner that, juxtaposed with Michele Bachmann's interview on Meet The Press this past Sunday (yes, this her second appearance in my blog ), distracted me from my work. Bachmann's 2004 statement that being gay was "part of satan" and her insistence on Meet The Press Sunday that she was not being judgmental seem insincere to me. Can you really say one thing and claim the other? If you are going to stand in judgment then own up to it. Their would at least be integrity in that (albeit misguided). The need for her to hide behind the nicety of "not being judgmental" suggests that something might be off--either in logic, thought, or in the balance between her beliefs and the public she is speaking to and hoping to represent. Now, am I being judgmental about her lack of integrity? You bet. At least I admit it.  But are her ideals and beliefs

Contemporarily Confused

The word “contemporary” in dance is often confused, misused and abused. As a performer and teacher of contemporary dance (holding a master of fine arts degree in contemporary choreography and performance), I am often challenged by the tricky task of answering the questions: What is contemporary dance? What is the difference between modern dance and contemporary dance? and What is the difference between ballet and contemporary ballet? It is no wonder there is widespread confusion. The word “contemporary” is used in a multitude of unrelated ways in dance today. If you go to see a contemporary dance company like Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Company , it will in no way resemble the contemporary dance category on television shows like SYTYCD where they actually present contemporary jazz. The very “modern” Martha Graham Dance Company runs a school called the Martha Graham Center of “Contemporary” Dance . Ballet companies that exclusively apply modern era principles to ballet choreography

Waiving The Flag With The Right Intention

When I consider the combination of the confrontational political atmosphere of today with the instant (no thought necessary) medium of tweets and status updates, I shouldn’t be so surprised by some of the mindless statements people make. Yet, I am surprised. And bothered. And I really can’t sit around being all “zen” about it. It’s not the politics itself; it is the confusion of opinion with reality and the intentions underlying the statements. Yes, we are all entitled to our own opinion. But that doesn’t mean all opinions are equal. If I believe the moon is made of moon rocks and you believe the moon is made of Swiss cheese, these beliefs are not equally valid. Enter Michelle Bachmann. "I wish the American media would take a great look at the views of the people in Congress and find out: Are they pro-America or anti-America?" -Rep. Michelle Bachmann, Oct. 2008 ( more quotes ) Politics aside, claiming that any of our representatives in Congress are anti-American is

A Dancer Looks At Forty

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The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over forty victim of fate; arriving too late Arriving too late. ~ Jimmy Buffett lyrics from A Pirate Looks At Forty photo courtesy of aging booth A few weeks ago I celebrated my fortieth birthday over dinner with my long-time friend Sam and his family. Sam and I met when I was twenty, and to tell you the truth, I don’t feel Sam and I are all that different from then. I don’t share Buffett’s assertion of being a victim of fate. Granted, my body tells me differently. The soreness I feel in the morning after a full day of rehearsals, the absolute necessity to warm-up before rehearsal to keep my back from protesting, and my progressively graying hair on the sides of my head (remember the editor in old Spider Man comics) all testify to the fact that my body is moving on whether my mind and heart realize it or not. However, my impression of what forty would feel like back when I was a teen bears no resemblanc

Wordless Blog #4: Light

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