In early July, Rolando Sarabia, 23, one of the Ballet Nacional de Cuba's leading dancers, sneaked across the border into the United States in the way, he said, that so many Cubans do: "Walking, walking, walking." His is the latest in a wave of defections that have hit the brilliant but beleaguered Cuban national ballet company since 2002.
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In early July, Rolando Sarabia, 23, one of the Ballet Nacional de Cuba's leading dancers, sneaked across the border into the United States in the way, he said, that so many Cubans do: "Walking, walking, walking." His is the latest in a wave of defections that have hit the brilliant but beleaguered Cuban national ballet company since 2002.
via www.nytimes.com
AMERICAN BALLET THEATRE ANNOUNCES 2003 FALL SEASON AT CITY CENTER, OCTOBER 22-NOVEMBER 9 COMPANY PREMIERE OF WILLIAM FORSYTHE’S workwithinwork AND WORLD PREMIERE BY ROBERT HILL TO HIGHLIGHT SEASON
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Allan visits Isabella, while she performs in Milan, La Scala.
He is staying at?
http://maps.google.com.au/maps/place?q=hotels&hl=en&cid=16874140606435591650
http://www.hotelmilanoscala.it/
http://maps.google.com.au/maps/place?q=hotels&hl=en&cid=16228688636987926331
This is a work in progress piece. Bear (bare?) with me. I am trying to work out a bunch of stuff in terms of the CMS and design of this much updated typepad interface. First thing, how to I show the title?
For a blog that was voted the 2nd "Best of Hong Kong Blog," and nominated for free speech award in the Asian category it seems somewhat ludicrous that it shall move. But since I have relocated to Los Angeles, there is nothing but to accept the Californian Sun, dry weather, and new topics to write about.
I am a mother now, although I would like to write little about that. Mothering takes up enough of my time already. It doesn't bore me as such, as how can raising your own little creature not be better than having a pet -since these things throw tantrums, demand attention and give lots of hugs? It's just I am well aware that I am still more than that. When I am in the playground, I look around and wonder if the women around used to be more than what they are now. We all share the same moniker "mom," (yes I have to spell it this way, as nobody here knows what a "mum" is.) Some seem to relish in that is what they are, and will be from the birth of their child but I not so.
I would like to still think and write, still read and learn. I don't know what will become of this little project? How did I know it would have taken me to the places it did previously? Maybe nothing but a place to put my new discoveries and spark off interests in old.
The little one has awoke from his nap and ask to be carried. His name is Kiowa.
" I asked my students to name and describe their center of place, their source of identity. Non-Californians wrote of East Coast seasons, winter snows, and family walks in the woods. Californians seemed bewildered by the assignment. But they all soon came to understand that their individual identity was tied to the memories of homeland. And so too with the life in Southern California... but many have either forgotten or denied their ties to the land and have tried to re-create an ersatz Vermont of Georgia or Minnesota or Rhode Island. Others have created a sterile, virtual reality that leaves us empty and spiritually bored in a seamless wash of lawn green. We have closed ourselves off from the participator life of the senses. We have insulated ourselves from the deepest source of our joy, our union with the land and all it offers. Why? Because our hearts and souls have been led to believe that we live in an empty, weed infested, season-less wilderness. And so many lives here root-lessly search for home.
But once the hears feels the wonder of this place and begins to celebrate its beauty by native plants gardening that sings out "this is california," "this is Los Angeles," .... more aware of the glorious "sense of California."
Mark F Acuna
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