Greetings from #Chiberia

Now that the snow is melting before the next big system blows in… a moment to reflect. At +16 degrees, the day was 25 degrees warmer than on Monday. I waited at a stoplight when another consumer from the grocery store spoke. “At least we can breathe the air, loosen our scarves.”

“And I ate everything in the house,” I added. “Let me open this can of green beans that I bought in the summer.”

“I was eating dry cereal,” she smiled. “Dog biscuits were looking good too.”

A person has to like herself to tolerate a Chicago winter living alone. But I like my characters and wrote 200 pages, so the time was well spent. The confinement and sensory deprivation actually helped with developing fresh scenes in Book V of the Dolvia Saga. Juggling the many characters and deciding their fates was a great puzzle (glass bead game) for the dark winter months.

I’m almost sorry to return to teaching where I read student papers instead of reading the newest free fantasy release on Kindle.

When schools were closed for two days, students who started online classes celebrated their choices for avoiding the expressway and posting on DBs from the warmth of the living room. 

I live in an integrated society. I’m glad for the work and for my avocation. 

Don Quixote at the Joffrey Ballet
by Stella Atrium

Attending ballet in Chicago is all about going to the Auditorium at Roosevelt University, often claimed in our reviews as America's most beautiful theater. Nestled among the buildings for Roosevelt, Columbia College, and DePaul University, the Dankmar Adler and Louis Sullivan masterpiece is a banquet of arches and ornamentation.

The jeweled setting puts the patron in a mood for great art, and the Joffrey Ballet seldom disappoints. 

Yesterday we attended the matinee for Don Quixote where the aging Spanish knight doesn't dance.  He is shown on his deathbed three times, so jumping up to perform leaps and turns would seem awkward. 

The sidekick Sancho Panza (Derrick Agnoletti) completes some slapstick, and they have an oversized puppet horse that looks like a theatre school group project.  The elements of the story are pushed aside anyway, so the star dancers Carlos Quenedit, who plays a barber named Basilio, and Victoria Jaiani as the baker's daughter Kitri can shine. 

This somber story is enlivened by scenes in the square where a street dancer, played by Joanna Wozinak, and toreador Matthew Adamczyk provide the few moments of Spanish flavor.  These are almost in competition with the romantic leads who barely acknowledge their presence. 

 

But, we attend ballet for pretty girls in tutus and high leaps from men wearing 18th century military uniforms.  The several solo bits from Basilio and Kitri displayed a commitment to high discipline, taut physicality, and displays of prowess for practiced movements that brought frequent applause and hoops of delight from the audience. 

Often for ballet I sit down front at the Auditorium to absorb the details of set decoration and costume design.  This ballet, though, is just as enjoyable from the mezzanine.