Crappy day, good night

I couldn't get off my ass this morning, it just took forever to get out of the bathroom, get dressed (even though what I was wearing was already laid out), and get out the door. So I missed the 7 am bus, even though there were two of them (6:45 bus was late again.)

Then the 7:20 bus didn't arrive until almost 7:40, and there was traffic getting into DC, so we were 20 minutes late on that end, and, therefore, despite waking up at 6:30, I didn't get to my office until just after 9. D: And since I had gotten up at 6:30, I was dressed in my gym clothes, with the expectation that I would bike half an hour, shower, and dress in work clothes, which got cut to just dressing in work clothes, so I felt vaguely grimy all day.

I made oatmeal for breakfast at work, but I ate it cold and it just felt crappy to eat, even though it had peanutbutter and banana, which I normally like a lot.

I couldn't get my act together to actually accomplish much until the very end of the day, when I wrote 3 pages of notes for Christine about how much she sucks. D: (She doesn't actually suck, they just don't know everything for their job yet, but it felt like what I was doing.)

And I ended up leaving work later than I wanted to, about 5:50. D:

But I went to Whole Foods and had ramen (double vegetables, double pork belly) and macaroni and cheese for dinner, then I went to the Kennedy Center and watched Danish Dance Theater perform Black Diamond.

It was a really beautiful piece, very stylized, and it had a lot of things I like: echoing between performers, callbacks to earlier in the piece, a dude being lifted repeatedly, performers making sound with their bodies, both fluid and staccato movement, and choreography that very clearly and playfully interacts with the music. Some things I am less wild about, too: movement suggestive of hip hop but not performed with hip hop skills, which I find really annoying. Either foot the bill for a dance master to come teach you guys about sharpness and power strikes and fucking actual synchronicity (why do contemporary dancers not want to actually make the same movements at the same time? Forever I'm seeing people choose different angles, different scope of movement, different force, different quality of movement when two people have clearly been given the same movement to perform) or GTFO. Also, the slightly gendered costume and breaking the corps up into gendered groups in a piece which is not actually about gender and seems to speak more to our relationship with technology and the mediated world than our romantic or familial relationships. By slightly gendered costume, I mean things like putting the women in fitted bandeau tops and the men without shirts, but everyone is wearing a great coat and dancers of both apparent sexes are wearing skirts or pants. Like, we actually could have put everyone in fitted bandeau tops?

Also, it did this thing at the end which I think was supposed to be uplifting, but actually struck me as deeply fucky creeping. ( sexual assault-ish )

That said, though, I really enjoyed Black Diamond and would recommend going to see it!

Also, while I was faffing around at work, I signed up for holly_polly! And I've made a journal entry for the first time in a while.

So, it started bad and ended well.

P.S. How do I not have a dance icon?