The preview show at Vassar on Friday 9/19 was pretty darn good. We were able to gauge where we were after our ten days of hardcore practicing and the readings were comforting. Torch juggling is still something we need practice with but our fire show will be really amazing once we get a few more nights of practice so that our comfort level is where it needs to be. The day show was an overall success---it has a fair amount of audience participation, some great humor, a fun finale and impressive skills throughout. The future for A Different Spin on the east coast looks great from a product standpoint. And we have gigs! (www.adifferentspin.net) Three high-paying ones are locked up with another in the works and two smaller-paying opportunities are locked up as well (they will have fewer performers, hence the smaller pay). We also maybe able to negotiate a performance for our apartment complex in exchange for our November rent. Go, Jeremy, go!
On the negative side of things, I am fairly terrified about the future of our country. The current economic crisis is extremely worrisome and the $700 billion proposed plan is downright catastrophic in it's non-reviewable, unprecedented power form. Beyond that is the prospect of a country run by McCain and the beast that is Sarah Palin. If Obama loses I may have no choice but to look to start life in another country...
Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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So I've been M.I.A from the blogosphere and I have no real excuse. I fail. Deal with it.
A Different Spin (East Coast) started the 10-day boot camp where we become ninjas in the circus and fire arts world this past Wednesday. Day one of the boot camp was impeded by a ridiculously cute stray kitten. I am completely serious. After coaxing it out from under the leasing office (where it had been mewling for about an hour) with ham and a saucer of milk, it promptly changed from been terrified of us by being completely attached. During our juggling and poi rehearsals it would weave from person to person, mewling and rubbing up against our legs in the cutest 'love me' manner ever. Tim is allergic to cats so he was having none of it but he melted from time to time nonetheless by the overpowering cuteness of this tiny over-sized-earred fluffy animal. After a quick break for lunch we returned to find it wanting to play more but felt it was too distracting so we should move to the other grassy field...except now the kitten had determined we were the ones to stick by through thick and thin. It scampered up the hill, dodged a few slow cars and pattered after us to the other field where it continued its penchant for weaving around our legs regardless of clubs and poi that would come zooming for its head despite our best efforts to avoid it (a really cute kitten rubbing against your legs does NOT allow for your complete focus on juggling). Jeremy achieved 'mother' status with our new friend and received many the heart-melting leg-hug---basically tiny, mostly-coordinated kitten would get up on its hind legs and struggle to put both front paws around Jeremy's calf. Eventually claws became involved yet Jeremy seemed to juggle extremely well anyway. Next up...the daschund who did not make our friend flee but rather incited its ire somehow and caused a magnetic effect ending in an archbacked kitten hissing at a confused daschund whose owner eventually picked up the dog and attempted to flee, pursued by the little hissing factory. A quick scoop from Jeremy dissolved the situation until our cuddly friend was placed on the ground, looked around, found the daschund and made a beeline for him again. This time I scooped but the same result of the chase continued. We gave up, the kitten was rescued by two early college-aged girls and all was well in the world...except I miss the cutest little oblivious ball of fur I've met :(
A Different Spin (East Coast) started the 10-day boot camp where we become ninjas in the circus and fire arts world this past Wednesday. Day one of the boot camp was impeded by a ridiculously cute stray kitten. I am completely serious. After coaxing it out from under the leasing office (where it had been mewling for about an hour) with ham and a saucer of milk, it promptly changed from been terrified of us by being completely attached. During our juggling and poi rehearsals it would weave from person to person, mewling and rubbing up against our legs in the cutest 'love me' manner ever. Tim is allergic to cats so he was having none of it but he melted from time to time nonetheless by the overpowering cuteness of this tiny over-sized-earred fluffy animal. After a quick break for lunch we returned to find it wanting to play more but felt it was too distracting so we should move to the other grassy field...except now the kitten had determined we were the ones to stick by through thick and thin. It scampered up the hill, dodged a few slow cars and pattered after us to the other field where it continued its penchant for weaving around our legs regardless of clubs and poi that would come zooming for its head despite our best efforts to avoid it (a really cute kitten rubbing against your legs does NOT allow for your complete focus on juggling). Jeremy achieved 'mother' status with our new friend and received many the heart-melting leg-hug---basically tiny, mostly-coordinated kitten would get up on its hind legs and struggle to put both front paws around Jeremy's calf. Eventually claws became involved yet Jeremy seemed to juggle extremely well anyway. Next up...the daschund who did not make our friend flee but rather incited its ire somehow and caused a magnetic effect ending in an archbacked kitten hissing at a confused daschund whose owner eventually picked up the dog and attempted to flee, pursued by the little hissing factory. A quick scoop from Jeremy dissolved the situation until our cuddly friend was placed on the ground, looked around, found the daschund and made a beeline for him again. This time I scooped but the same result of the chase continued. We gave up, the kitten was rescued by two early college-aged girls and all was well in the world...except I miss the cutest little oblivious ball of fur I've met :(
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