Yesterday was my last day at the New Yorker. I have no regrets. Maybe this blog will come back from the dead.
Today I taught my first musical theater class of the fall trimester. It included: dance warmup to the Jackson Five, kid-choreographed wild rumpus dances in a reenacted Where the Wild Things Are, "Tomorrow" from Annie, and an awesome pantomimed Antarctica which included ice skaters, penguins, snowball fighters, and a hand maiden of hot chocolate. Don't you want to be in my class?
Monday is my first day at my other (new) teaching job in Sheepshead Bay. I'm sure I will tell you all about it.
Does no one want to see Jude Law in Hamlet with me?