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...tango scholars to define their object of study and you’re likely to get three different answers. For some, it’s a melodic language of nostalgia and loss. For others, it’s the synchrony of two bodies in motion. And for some, it’s a symbol of passion and possession deeply interwoven in structures of social authority. At 3 p.m. this afternoon, the curtain will rise on “Tango! Dance the World Around: Global Transformations of Latin American Culture,” a weekend conference in Radcliffe Yard that will...
...hard not to come away from the video feeling a little strung out. “Blue Magic,” produced by and featuring (for about thirty seconds) the Neptunes’ Pharrell Williams, is a tad on the confused side as a video, blending slow-motion with frenetic editing, the hood with penthouses, and erratic dance moves with abstract paintings, not to mention leaps through various historical decades. But despite the discontinuities, “Blue Magic” will have you jonesing for more Jigga in no time. —Joshua J. Kearney
...curious about gratitude, so in a way I said, ‘Well, I’ll thank the muscles.’” So Porter started to learn the names of 68 major muscles of the body, and when she put words together with phrases of motion, it was the seed of what was to become “Namely, Muscles.” “It seemed very poetic to me,” says Porter, who not only choreographed the pieces but also wrote all of the accompanying poetry. That may seem...
That's a cause Rahall has been trying to set in motion for 20 years. The House Natural Resources Committee made its final amendments today, and the bill is now on its way to the House for a vote. If passed intact, Rahall's bill would better protect wildlife and water sources from mining threats, in addition to requiring mining companies to pay royalties on metals mined on federal lands. Perhaps in this current eco-conscious era, the bill may finally get the green light...
...revolting and disturbing, so naturally, I couldn’t tear myself away. It wasn’t until the motion-activated lights in the stacks went off, leaving me reading about devil worship in a subterranean blackout that I panicked. Grabbing my belongings, I booked it up the stairs, too terrified to wait for the elevator. As I burst back onto the main floor, panting and sweating, I thanked God I was alive and not being forced to drink blood of small woodland creatures. I then spent the remainder of my afternoon reading this book cover-to-cover...