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The Pianist Interference Pulse Icarus Nathella Pasula’s Capstone Tassel Presentation

Bob gets food poisoning, misses concert, spends wretched 36 hours. Note to self: don’t do that. Or, at least, not again. Concert goes ahead. Bob not needed. Story of Bob’s life! Add events to travel stories. Back to marking.

Hello Helen!!! Monday morning back to work. Daringly take short cut to College. Shh, don’t tell. Reset theatre lobby, tables, chairs, etc. Find cables, etc. Too much like work. Finally start run throughs. Stop. Interfaces acting up. Bob and Keith … Continue reading →

Morning spent rehearsing in theatre lobby. Pieces coming together nicely. Students practice blank stares for group pix. Keith and Shiyan sub for missing dancers. Group really misses dancers. Too much for everyone. Break for lunch. Noah runs away to buy … Continue reading →

8:30 a.m. vans arrive for trip to Antipolo/Hinulugang Taktak National Park. Climb in, try to find seatbelts. Confused instructions from driver. Finally says, “No seatbelts.” No rear view mirror to see passengers. What could possibly go wrong? Drivers demo high … Continue reading →

Up early for breakfast. Change from staring at ceiling in the dark. Jeepney calls for us at 7:45, takes group to National Science Complex Amphitheatre for Keith’s bicycle piece. Audio techs set up at 4 a.m. Good sound system. Keith … Continue reading →

Jet lag turned into jet sprint. Awake at any hour. Bob has cold. Not possible, weather so hot. Surprising lack of wait staff at breakfast. All in kitchen celebrating something. No coffee. We serve ourselves. I don’t tip myself. Back … Continue reading →

Another jet-lagged night. Bob up at 6 a.m. So not Vancouver. Post breakfast, wander over to dance studio. Same dog attempts to join us. Persistent. Probably looking for thesis citations. More group work, breakouts, choreography. Things developing, three hours fly … Continue reading →

Bob enjoys hot water this morning. And hot coffee. Life is good. Walk to campus, stray dog follows us into the theatre. Not part of group, thinks it is. Must be grad student. Students code for pieces while Keith, Bob, … Continue reading →