favorite tv PM commentators

 Nicolle wallace--so sympathic and tender even when she's not sympathetic. and Ari melber whom I especially enjoy observing  his beard, in the course of an annoucement, growing darker/ AND THE ARTICULATEL REID "REPORT" GALE WITH HER MARVELOUS HAIR DO  THAT KEEPS ME WONDERING IF HER HAIR IS REAL!!! EACH TIME ONE OF THESE THREE APPEARS I AM RIVETED. 

YOU ARE THE BOSS

 No one knows better than YOU what you want. Make a list"

 

1. fame/staus/

2. courage to do anything that crosses your mind

3. quit using a computer--it  limits freedom.

4. pin the head of a gorgeous, go-anywhere butterfly to the rectangle that's your door.

5. kill it? yes? no? black? or white?  Do iT! Yep/nope/real/ or fake!

THE REAL MR. CHUCKY

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After Mark re-introduced himself to the star, Frankee mentioned the ten extra dancers. “We worried about hiring them, Mr. Chucky Jack. They’re not first class performers--they're...well...somewhat inept  as ballet dancers, but choreographer Mark  Ryder,  my husband felt  a stage packed with performers would be exciting,  more  impressive --actually, since the character you’re playing  is a well-known Tennessee hero. 

He nodded. Yes, a famous hero...” 

“Yes.   Most people who buy tickets have heard the name or read about “Chucky Jack” in the newspapers. Knoxville and Nashville are running ads and the extra dancers...

“Somewhat ’inept‘ like you said"...

“So, maybe we don’t really need them. It might  be a better number without them, Mr Chucky.”

“It might be. But your husband has enabled me to work with them, and your guidance is invariably helpful with successive cartwheels, Mr. Chucky.”

“Mrs. Ryder, why don’t you just call  me ‘John.’  My name, actually, is ‘John Cullum.’    

 

SISTER MIRIAM

 

When I first  thought about creating a dance--- it was the Ballad of The False Lady. 

False Lady pretends an awful lot that she is very sexy even when she is not.  It was a ballad that I heard someone sing when I was 13.  More than anything I wanted to be a great ballet dancer.  I wanted to be the greatest dancer in the world.  I didn’t have the feet for it. That dream  was the dream of a false Lady. 

I came to NY in the summer from Harrisburg PA. My sister Miriam opened the grand piano, open all the doors and windows in our house and when my parents gave me permission to try a summer course in NYC at the Novikoff school of dance which advertised in Dance  Magazine every month,  Miriam opened all the doors and windows, put a record of the Romeo & Juliet overture on the record player--volume up, piano lid open she pretended she was playing and people stopped on the street to see and hear her.

I went on pointe too early when I was young.  Miriam has a snapshot  of me in my first ballet class outfit. There was something extraordinarily beautiful about my hands, my arms. At the end of the summer Novikoff told me and my parents I was a born ballerina. But when I returned to school  I couldn’t walk without a lot of pain.  Finally we consulted the best Doctor in Harrisburg.  He said ”she will never be a dancer--she has wrong FEET FOR DANCING,  

 Of course I Walked to and from school everyday.  I was eleven. We were living  near Indiantown Gap. I remembered Valse Trieste, EXCRUCIATINGLY  sad music by Sibelious . While it was playing, some soldiers asked if I could dance for them. Thinking very sad thoughts, I circled the room where soldiers where  they were sitting. They applauded., One soldier wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. .

        Despite  wrong feet, I allow myself to think  about dancing that sad circle in pink satin toe shoes.