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Tonight, in addition to watching the debate (yay, Obama!), Jim and I celebrated the 10th anniversary of our first date!! We went to a terrific Italian restaurant, then watched some Israeli dancers roll around in sand. Really. We did. It was the Inbal Pinto dance company, and we had rather hoped there would be more dancing involved, but you never really know, do you? They were supposed to be inside a snow globe or something, and there were little dog houses in there with them which they crawled in and out of, and sometimes the male dancers held the female dancers up by their hair. They had to have gotten sand into their every cranny, those dancers. Sigh. For our wedding anniversary in June we went to see a play and it was atrocious and absurd; this was neither atrocious nor absurd, just. . . "avant garde." I'm just not into avant garde. Not in any art form -- not painting, not writing, or dancing, or whatever. I want substance and meaning and context and virtuosity. I want exciting choreography, satisfying pay-off, good story, technique, energy, etc. Not a general air of artiness. You know?
Our first date, by the way, was in San Francisco, when we went to the SF MoMA and discovered that it was closed that day, so basically our first date was to the SF MoMA gift shop, which happened to have a copy of my favorite picture book, Max Makes a Million by Maira Kalman, and I got Jim to read it aloud with me. He said later he felt like it was a test. Maybe it was. He passed!
"I want to say before anything else that dreams are very important. . ." Great book, Max Makes a Million. Recommended for first dates!