dance flash @ the appeal: smuin ballet's fall/winter season 2009

this week's dance flash: smuin ballet's fall/winter season, which kicks off this weekend at the palace of fine arts.

"...Smuin's 'Medea,' follows a storyline that trumps even the juiciest of the original 'Melrose Place': there's love, lust, adultery, jealousy, rage, and mass murder. On Sunday, Susan Roemer's drama-queen Medea conveyed strength and a bald-Britney-wielding-a-baseball-bat-like craziness. True, I was saddened when she killed the Princess just steps from my feet, but minutes later, I was secretly rooting for her as Aaron Thayer's Jason met his demise. That debbie downer didn't last long, though, as the dancers took a short break and soon had me tapping my toes as they tossed their hats, twirled and waltzed across the floor, and strutted along to some of Frank Sinatra's best in Smuin's 'Fly Me to the Moon...'"

For the complete preview, go here.

Photo: Scot Goodman

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me: how come i keep getting all of these baby store catalogs and postcards in the mail? is this a hint?
him: i don't know. why do i keep getting emails from blue nile?

conclusion: some marketing list out there is trying to put my life in the fast lane.

dance flash @ the appeal: margaret jenkins dance company and who is paco gomes?

this week's dance flash.

"This week, I'm slinging two vastly different events at ya. Why, you ask? Well, I have grand delusions that San Franciscans want to jam-pack their weekends with dance performances galore. Or I think you, Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Cute-in-that-Cuddly-Bear-Sort-of-Way, need a few extra opportunities to impress Ms. Right with your cultural know-how. Either way, let's add some spice to your social calendar..."

and you can see more of my posts here.

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dear visitors to san francisco,

i know, i know. your arm is tired. not from bench pressing a small nation or carrying a small child like a football, but from trying to hail a taxi here in our lovely, foggy city. i've seen you waving your arms ferociously as cabs (and pizza delivery men) pass you by, and you stomp and curse and yell, but you're missing something. the big "it," so to speak. see that box atop the roof of the cab? the one that says "taxi"? is it lit all bright and yellow like the star atop a christmas tree? no? aha! san francisco taxis signal their availability by the lighted sign on top of the cab: when the sign is illuminated, the taxi is available. when it's not, that means the cabbie most likely has a fare, is going to pick up a fare, or is off duty. there's a slight chance that the driver may have forgotten to turn off the light, but don't get all down in the dumps if you get passed by. just don't waste your energy; you'll need it when touring the academy of sciences or facing down our mighty sales tax. artfully wave your arm and yell "taxi" only at cabs with the yellow light illuminated. or tip a hotel bellhop and have him whistle you a cab.

very sincerely,
becca

a collage of college

ten years later, i google myself and find out that that news reporter i chatted with way back in college actually referenced me. thank goodness for cyberspace.

in other news, todd and i took an event-filled trip to the green, gold, mountainous, and flat parts of the non-d.c.-ed washington state a few weeks ago. more about that soon, but this index card summed up, in 100 words, the university area of seattle. click on it for a larger version.


lastly, today i tried to log in to my undergrad alumni association's website, but my password had expired. what's that, becca? click on the "forgot my password 'cuz i didn't update it before it went kaputs" link? ok... enter name, check. enter email address, check. i'm on a roll! a ciabatta roll! a whole wheat ciabatta roll! what, those don't exist? i don't care, make it a load-up-on-processed-carbs roll! i'm rolling with the homies [waves hands to the right and left, a la clueless]! enter year of graduation, check. enter student ID... WTF? how am i supposed to remember this 8-digit code that i haven't used to buy nachos and check out old dusty books with for eight years? and what do the 80-year-old women do when they forget their student ids? or are they so ancient that they get numbers like 112? because that'd be much cooler and easier to remember. for example:

student worker: connecticut college bookstore! how may i help you?
'29 graduate: yes, i'd like to order a bedpan, some polident, a lifetime's subscription to reader's digest, and a pair of conn college granny panties, size small.
student worker: ok, and how would you like to pay for that?
'29 graduate: put it on my student account: #00000112.

folawole's "exposition of the heart"

my preview of folawole's "exposition of the heart" is up at sfappeal.com.