The last couple of days I’ve been working on a side-project, cleaning up my dance/performance/choreography website, francesdath.info. I decided a while ago I wanted to move it into WordPress, change the font to Anonymous Pro, and try and make everything … Continue reading
Not so much an open secret as something I haven’t got around to writing about here, I depart tomorrow for a journey around central Europe for the next few weeks. First, to my second home in Brussels, to see Gala, … Continue reading
Sleepy all day, getting up late, nearly lunchtime, slobbing around all afternoon then too quickly i’m almost late and so… towards WUK again. The second night is… not so much hard as unknown. Opening is preceded by all the rehearsals … Continue reading
We opened. We went to Burgtheater to our tables in front of Casablanca playing and ate potatoes and pasta. And some drinks also. I had a cigarette. This morning I sound like a demonic old grandmother. And… I don’t think … Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to say something about my apartment, I mean to say, where I’m staying. The woman who let it out to me, not the owner when I asked what she does (I don’t think this is a dumb … Continue reading
I saw Jan Fabre’s Another Sleepy Dusty Delta Day. It was unmemorable. Earlier I ate organic crunchy peanut butter and banana sandwiches. mmm… This morning two tonnes of sand arrived. Actually two cubic meters of wet sand, so possibly somewhat … Continue reading
Wherein I discover that ImPulsTanz knows about my blogging of settlement and having revealed as such in their newsletter, I suspect the game is up. No yoga for me today, instead a pleasant sleep-in, snooooze… oops I’m going to be … Continue reading
I think a stop to yoga soon, or maybe exchange for snoozing or lying on the floor pretending to warm up. Move my fingers some. Move my head a little one way… oh, too much. Staying out late then chatting … Continue reading
This being the day of my birth… uh… day, AND!!! my second in Vienna. Excellent!! (AND!!! not getting around to writing this till Wednesday because I went out for drinks and dinner and a small bout of trashing a restaurant … Continue reading
umm… Supermodels. Catwalks. Shopping lists. Hate. Ambivalence. Whispering. Not whispering loudly enough. Microphones. Costume changes. Love. Happiness. Drugs. Music. This song is stuck in my head. Dancing with legs tied. 1 hour of live mannequins… I think a lunch break. … Continue reading