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Commentary
Saturday, June 1, 2019
Last weekend, my children and grandchildren met in Seattle for a family event. All thirteen of us attended granddaughter Grace Capossela’s dance performance, so brilliant it brought me to tears.
I asked Grace to share with us some thoughts on her training, composing, and performance.
She replied:
Grandpa Dom,
When I dance I know who I am.
Fluidity. All about fluidity.
Thanks so much for the nice offer! I’d love to share some thoughts.
On an unrelated note, I loved the painting of Baryshnikov on your recent post.
Here are some of my thoughts and takeaways.
Use as many or as few as you’d like.
One of the hardest parts of creating a solo was having the discipline to work on it.
It was so open ended and intimidating, I constantly felt like I didn’t know what I was doing.
Something that helped was creating three “phrases” (or short dances) early on.
They acted as a jumping off point for my larger work, and helped me establish a tone.
Sometimes I choreographed by moving and seeing what happened, other times visualized what I wanted to do and then tried to execute the movement.
Usually it was a mix of both, and new ideas came to me as I worked.
My mother helped me greatly.
She made me work on the dance and finish early.
She watched and filmed my work, and talked with me as I figured things out.
She gave a few well-placed critiques, but mostly just watched and encouraged me.
One of my main takeaways is that repeating choreography is powerful and beneficial.
Having the choreography or the heart of the dance done early helps too, so one can perfect how they dance it.
I was extremely nervous before the show, especially since I was opening.
I remember thinking that I hadn’t been this nervous since our first performance this year.
On stage everything just clicked.
I was on my balance well, and once the music started I could feel myself living in the details of the movement.
I truly comprehended that I was alone on stage about halfway through the piece, once the initial nerves and adrenaline had lessened.
Dancing alone onstage is exhilarating and frightening—there’s no one to help you or distract the audience if you mess up, but you also have complete control of what happens.
“On stage everything just clicked.
”I was on my balance well, and once the music started I could feel myself living in the details of the movement.”
Love you,
Grace
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Announcements
Saturday, June 1, 2019
Starting with today, the new delivery system is on its own.
We’ll watch it closely to ensure everyone is receiving the blog.
Thank you for your patience.
Pretty amazing that the readership keeps growing despite the glitches.
Thank you and love you
In fact, the blog is growing fast enough to warrant a request for volunteer help.
From writing to mailing list enrichment to research, something fun for someone looking for a hobby related to the written word.
If interested, contact Dom: domcapossela@hotmail.com
For the next week, the weather people promise temperatures mostly in the welcome seventies.
Let’s make sure we enjoy each day coming.
The hours are ticking away and if we don’t make the most of our time another day will soon click past.
Unnoticed.
Unappreciated.
Tick Tock.
In clock language:
Enjoy today.
Enjoy the week.
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Postings Count, Weather Brief, and Dinner
Saturday, May 31, 2019
Our 421st consecutive posting, committed to 5,000.
After 421 posts we’re at the 8.42 percentile of our commitment, the commitment a different way of marking the passage of time.
Time is 4.01am.
On Saturday, Boston’s temperature will reach a high of 72* with a feels-like of 73* under mostly sunny skies.
Dinner Friday night was at noon at a NYC restaurant called Petee’s Cafe whose specialty is pies.
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Question of the Day:
Saturday, June 1, 2019
What is Route 95?
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Chuckle of the Day:
Saturday, June 1, 2019
Old Farmer Peter, dying, says to his wife: "When I'm dead I want you to marry farmer Jones."
Wife, "But I can't marry anyone after you."
Peter, "But I want you to."
Wife, "But why?"
Peter, "Remember that horse he cheated me out of?"
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Love your notes.
Contact me at domcapossela@hotmail.com
Saturday, June 1, 2019
On Wed, May 29, 2019 at 7:46 PM dom capossela <domcapossela@hotmail.com> wrote:
“She's about to learn the facts of life the hard way: far from home.”
Janet G responded, “They all do !!!ha ha ha.”
And Cindy O added, “There’s so much to love about your blog.”
Web Meister Responds: Thank you both.
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Answer to the Question of the Day:
Saturday, June 1, 2019
Interstate 95 (I-95) is the main Interstate Highway on the East Coast of the United States, running from U.S. Route 1 (US 1) in Miami, Florida to the Houlton–Woodstock Border Crossing with New Brunswick, Canada.
The highway runs largely parallel to the Atlantic Ocean coast and US 1, serving areas from Florida to Maine.
In general, I-95 serves the major cities of the Eastern Seaboard and metropolitan areas such as Miami, Jacksonville, Savannah, and Fayetteville in the Southeast; and Richmond, Washington, D.C., Baltimore, Wilmington, Philadelphia, and New York City in the Mid-Atlantic States up to New Haven, Providence, Boston, and Portland in New England.
The route follows a more direct inland route between Savannah and Washington, D.C., notably bypassing the coastal metropolitan areas of Charleston and Norfolk-Virginia Beach, which require connections through other Interstate Highways.
I-95 is one of the oldest routes of the Interstate Highway System.
Many sections of I-95 incorporated pre-existing sections of toll roads where they served the same right of way.
Before I-95 was completed in September 2018, the last gap in I-95's route was in central New Jersey; the main through routes in the area had been I-295, I-195, and the New Jersey Turnpike.[
With a length of 1,908 miles (3,071 km), I-95 is the longest north–south Interstate and the sixth-longest Interstate Highway overall.
I-95 passes through more states than any other Interstate Highway at 15 states (as well as a very brief stretch in the District of Columbia while crossing the Potomac River).
According to the U.S. Census Bureau, only five of the 96 counties (or equivalents) along the route are completely rural, while statistics provided by the I-95 Corridor Coalition suggest that the region served is "over three times more densely populated than the U.S. average and as densely settled as much of Western Europe".
According to the Corridor Coalition, I-95 serves 110 million people and facilitates 40 percent of the
country’s gross domestic product.
When I travel I always carry maps.
GPS is not infallible.
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Good Morning on this Saturday, the first day of June, 2019
Our dance commentary was composed by the delightful Grace Capossela.
We posted the weather report and calendar, and tracked the number of our postings.
Today we’re totally relying on our new delivery system so our beleaguered readers will only get one copy of today’s blog. Hopefully, no one will miss a delivery.
And we ask for volunteer help with working on the blog.
We posted another chuckle and a couple of brief remarks from friends.
And we learned something new about Route 95.
And now? Gotta go.
Che vuoi? Le pocketbook?
See you soon.
Your love.