Grr, said the Chris. What comes to mind when you hear "communications"? Never mind "knowledge management"... the two sets of people have a fortnightly meeting on Wednesday mornings at 9.30.
09.37
Chris (on telephone): Hi, it's Chris, do we have this meeting?
M: Ahh, A's not here.
Chris: As in, not here yet, or not--
M: She's in Turkmenistan.
Chris: Then I guess no meeting.
Which wouldn't bother me so much, indeed would make me smile, but I hate getting up etc. and last night only slept at three after having to publish a (crappy) story (my worst yet) after returning from the last train back from Vienna (we missed the planned one by two minutes, but it left four minutes before we'd thought).
Point being: in Vienna, I saw the Steve Reich Evening show by Anne Teresa de Keermaeker and her Rosas dancers. She the choreography, he the music. When we arrived I didn't know what I was seeing (at all), but I sensibly trusted the judgement of the friend I was there with. This show was hypnotising, the music and dancing precise to the point of being awesome. Very repetitive but never dull, and showed very well the talents of boths artists and all their colleagues.
But talking about dance is always disappointing, so there (or here).
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The floaty dresses move beautifully - I find the music somewhat hypnotic.
those dresses wre perfect, just whizzing around greyly and as precisely and predictably as the dancers (which is to say, very precisely, and almost predictably).
the music was hypnotic - for that piece, with pianos, and in the xylophone duet. precision fluctuation was kind of the name of the game throughout, which made it very attention-holding (except for those such as my friend's neighbours, in the expensive seats, who sat tutting at one another and volubly not getting it. the piece was a rare piece of dance at an otherwise theatrish theatre. can't buy taste, or apparently an open mind, or manners.)
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