For years and years, I was a techno-phobe. I had a landline until 2005. I only got a cell phone because I moved to New York, and my first apartment didn’t have a jack. If I hadn’t gone to grad school where I was forced to engage with technology, I feel fully confident...

I love all forms of dance, charmed by the divinity and absurdity that reside in each one. I must confess, though, that I feel a particular affinity for butoh (it developed in post-WWII Japan; the full name, ankoku butoh, roughly translates as dance of darkness).

Maybe...

Peter Bruegel's The Wedding Dance

My last post argued that everyone, regardless of knowledge or interest, deserves a place on the dance floor. While this is great and all, save for the occasionally appreciable and approachable genres, dance is hard: to do, to watch, and...

Henri Matisse's Dance

In the interest of streamlining my dual interests of dance and writing, I've relocated my blog to my personal website. I started it five years ago to practice the art of dance criticism. Over the last few years, it hasn't been much more than a...