Spent the weekend kicking (at times, literally) back into gear with floor barre, ballet, spin class, and personal training sessions. Hamstrings are in a constant state of burn. It feels good.
That said, I'm a bit light headed from the proverbial kiss of dance death today: rain-delayed commute and the necessity of going to work instead of auditions. Hence, here I sit in a lofty Manhattan igloo, wrapped in a coworkers black Snuggie (the horror), instead of getting my sass on at the Wicked and Jersey Boys auditions today.
Now that the ides of August are upon us, the impending presence of September (the month when auditions are back in full force, not to mention the month of the Met for me!) calls for a focus back on the nitty gritty of auditioning ettiquette. Along that vein, here's a fun perspective from the other side of the audition table:
The Casting Grouch:
http://more.showfax.com/columns/corner/index.html#
I'd rather be dancing today, it's true. I'd usually rather be dancing than doing almost any other activity. But you know, sometimes you have to sacrifice so that the person you share your job with can go visit her boyfriend in Michigan. Crossing fingers for a bit of balance to the karma scales.
Speaking of Sacrifice, I loved the Warren Buffet op ed article in NY Times today. Hopefully more multi-billionaires will grow communicative consciences and confess that they can and should be taxed as much if not more than their suffering middle class comrades.
Stop Coddling the Super Rich (written by one of the most Super Rich):
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/15/opinion/stop-coddling-the-super-rich.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha212
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