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This is all very well, but I was shooting for either Keith Laumer, Alexei Panshin, James M. Tiptree., or C.J. Cherryh.
As seen at DDtB.
We went to see the latest offering in our season ticket series at the Marriott Lincolnshire Theater – and like many times before went in not knowing what to expect, and came out smiling.
“All Night Strut” is a revue – it’s one of those pastiche shows with a lot of songs, a lot of dancing, and no plot, story, or structure to get in the way. It’s framed by vignettes with a clown figure called “Coda,” who introduces the show, plays around with lights, music, and dancers, and gets up to gently amusing mischief.
Here’s a picture of Coda, as played by Matt Schwader. He grows on you, although the “new circus” schtick seems a little “seen it before” at first.
He’s pretty funny, and when the dancing numbers begin to seem all of a muchness, there’s always Coda at the end of the set to make you laugh. After a while, his mostly wordless act seems more like a universal language of playfulness and delight, and he just makes you happy to see him. He dances a little, as well. Singing, not so much a mime’s big talent.
The dance routines follow a chronological order, more or less – this show didn’t really cover the styles of musical comedy dance from the 20’s, and the 30’s are covered by a jazzy/bluesy version of Minnie the Moocher with a real hoochy-coocher.
Also in this show was a chorus dancer who was drop-dead gorgeous and also hugely talented. His name was Ven Daniel, and from the moment he took the stage he was just amazing. There’s not many guys who could do the Lindy hop, jitterbug, throw little female dancers all over the place without actually dropping them, and then do a hot Latin number every night (and twice on Sundays). That is, unless you are
very talented, very fit, and look like this:
As I told a couple of people, that’s not just a six-pack Mr. Daniel sports, it’s a half-rack. Aesthetics aside, he’s an extremely talented, very physical dancer and he blew everybody else away with the exception of the fellow that did the big tap dance extravaganza. And yes, a friend of mine and I were both very happy that he did the Latin number with his shirt completely unbuttoned.
It’s a very enjoyable show, and the Marriott has room rate discounts and dinner packages available, so see it if you can before it closes on February 11th.
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Riley looks just like this when he's grabbed his favorite boingy-boingy toy in his mouth and tries to walk off with it before getting pulled back by the elastic cord.
Just now David was playing with him upstairs and we had a case of "wacky cat" right on the bed. Riley went completely spazzy for the toy, and we were lounging at either end of it just laughing hysterically at him. Then he collided with the laptop and decamped for the relative safety of the floor. Funny little kitty!
I’m at the end of my third week of the 6-week fitness deal I got through work,and it’s quite evident that it’s starting to pay off. I’ve lost a few pounds, but more importantly, I’ve gained muscle mass, or at least muscle tone.
Last week’s tally: I was somewhat slack at the beginning of the week, especially when I missed my original personal trainer session. But I picked up and got in Tuesday night, Wednesday night, Thursday morning, had a trainer session that day, and yesterday morning.
Plus, today David and I got in to Bally’s, and I did a little on the elliptical machine, and then got into the pool and paddled around because my legs and arms were still a little sore. And when I looked at myself in the mirror in my workout clothes, I could see a difference, and I can definitely feel it.
On the food front, we’ve been eating much more sensibly, and eating a lot less fat. I’ve pretty much cut out sweet drinks and a lot of sugar (reserving a couple of kinds of sweet granola-like cereals and oat bars).
All the extra fiber is making my colon feel like it’s pumping iron, too. It certainly adds an extra spice of danger! excitement! Thrills! to bathroom breaks.
Boing Boing: Murdered spy Litvinenko was killed with radioactive teapot
British officials say police have cracked the murder-by-poison case of former spy Alexander Litvinenko, including the discovery of a “hot” teapot at Londons Millennium Hotel with an off-the-charts reading for Polonium-210, the radioactive material used in the killing.
Holy CRAP, what a development. I suspect that actually the poison was introduced into the tea so that Litvinenko would drink it, and the radioactivity is just a carryover of that. How horrifying to think of all the people afterwards who might have used the teapot, or handled it, but fortunately it was probably washed out enough so that no one else was in danger of ingesting enough trace amounts to kill them or make them ill.
There’s a very good slideshow at the ABC site that covers the main facts of the case as they currently stand. No, this is not THE actual teapot, but it was one like this. How incredibly devious, but yet how old-school British murder-mystery of the Russians (if indeed they are responsible). There are lots of “cosy” mystery novels were the poison ended up being served at tea. The one I know involved hallium in
the sugar (called Final Curtain), and of course at first investigators thought Litvinenko was poisoned with thallium. What an odd coincidence.
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Here's a familiar byline I used to enjoy reading in the Salt Lake Trib – Holly Mullen makes a welcome addition to the rest of the citizen journalists of Blogaria. Or journalist citizens – it works both ways.
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All I can see of the Wasatch Mountains today is a faint outline. Same for the Oquirrhs to the west. The smog has swallowed them. It’s gone on far too long — a winter smogfest and temperature inversion going on three weeks now. The air is so chalky, sooty thick I gave up my outdoor run today and looped around an indoor track for five miles. I felt like a hamster rolling one of those exercise balls around a room.
Now that is a feature of winter in the Salt Lake Valley that I do not miss. I used to get horrid, horrid sinus infections as a kid and teenager, and of course I could look forward to my annual 6 weeks of bronchitis every October or November when the cold set in, the furnace came on, and my chest would tighten until it hurt to breathe.
Now would be a good time for my sister Timmy to chime in and use either "crud" or "gomboo" in a sentence (both family words that mean "upper respiratory infection" ) 
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