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June 16, 2010

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I just have to note: there is WiFi on this airplane!

I am posting from, I think, somewhere over the southwestern desert while eating a warm, freshly-made chocolate chip cookie on my way to Los Angeles. Paying $9.71 for a few hours of WiFi is a little ridiculous, but I just had to do it so that I could have my first midair online experience.

Of course, I wasn't actually supposed to be flying through Los Angeles, but that's a story for later...

dancing master feuds

That sounds like the premise for a Masterpiece Theater murder mystery. Or for a Jeeves & Wooster story.

Sounds like fun, even with the odd flight!

Yes, I want to know about dancing master feuds!

I love the agony of having to choose between excellent dancing options. I hope you have a wonderful time in Stanford! Can't wait to hear about it.

I'd almost rather leave the dancing master feuds in my imagination. Almost.

(I'm imagining a student of one master infiltrating a lesson of his rival and making one subtly wrong step that causes the session to grind to an embarassing halt, amongst other more ridiculous ideas. Also: dance fight!)

Neil:
How about writing a poem-play a few hundred pages long and entirely in rhyming couplets satirizing how bad your rival is and how awful the modern generation of dancers are.

My husband and I work at Stanford. I think you met us at the Storyreading 25th reunion a few years back. Any interest in getting together for dinner or whatever this week? Email me if interested...

How about writing a poem-play a few hundred pages long and entirely in rhyming couplets satirizing how bad your rival is and how awful the modern generation of dancers are.

For a moment I thought that was a suggestion aimed at me.

Then I realised that if you were commisioning poetry
from me, you'd probably not be so restrictive on form and
length.

I do not completely reject the idea out of hand.

We're waiting, Neil.

and how awful the modern generation of dancers are

It occurs to me that "how awful the modern generation of X are" is a popular theme for nearly every possible value of X.

"I tell you, those kids in Augustus's legions, they just aren't as tough as the ones who followed Big Julie."

"And their music is just noise!"

"And instead of wearing skirts like any self-respecting Roman man, the kids nowadays dress up like barbarians and wear pants!"

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