The Living Centrifuge

I could do lifts today! Maybe it was something about the bottle of wine and the fantastic split pea soup I had last night, or maybe it was something about the fact that I nearly burst out crying a grillion times, or maybe it was just talking it out on here and with some friends, about how useless I felt yesterday.

But today I could do some of them. My back hurts a bit, but I think that's a matter of just engaging my pelvic floor.

Today's class and rehearsal were less hellish than I thought they would be, which is a relief. They changed it from four and a half hours to four, and tomorrow's rehearsal from two and a half to three. It's a much more reasonable distribution, I think. And although Zero to the Power (the piece based on the Inferno) is an hour and ten minutes, I think it might not be an hour and ten minutes of completely crazy physicality. Some of it is crazy, but not all. And Elysian Fields, (the one based on the Paradiso) starts off slowly, but then gets difficult at the end, so that's fair enough.

Does anybody care about this?

My friend got fired, keep an eye out on the Grey City Manifesto. I'm very curious to see her (excellent) writing on this subject.