Word: rust
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Farrell is far from the first ex-City Ballet dancer to knock the rust of routine off Balanchine's ballets. Edward Villella's marvelous Miami City Ballet recently gave a performance of Prodigal Son at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center in Newark that all but exploded off the stage, and Seattle's Pacific Northwest Ballet, led by Francia Russell and Kent Stowell, has just mounted a Midsummer Night's Dream that is causing coast-to-coast buzz. But Farrell's ad hoc troupe, whipped into shape with just three weeks of intensive rehearsal, is already impressive enough to suggest...
...bubble finally burst for Harvard in the 87th minute, as Cardinal defenseman Lee Morrison, on a pass from Luke Rust, beat Meagher to put the Cardinals up 1-0 for good...
Zaitz's story is not unique. From farming to food to microprocessors; from solid-waste control to plastics to such traditional Rust Belt goods as steel, virtually every American industry is represented online by at least one entrepreneur who has set up shop to cement business-to-business commerce. Meanwhile, large corporations are using the Internet to build bridges between themselves and their strategic partners. Each member of the online biz-to-biz (B2B) brigade is hoping to use the Net's instantaneous global reach to build digital marketplaces where buyers and sellers who may never have...
...current season runs through Aug. 23), is not about gleaming high Cs; instead, the show is the star. Artistic director Paul Kellogg and music director Stewart Robertson hire young artists who know how to move as well as sing and directors and designers with a knack for knocking the rust off tired masterpieces. Add to this the special pleasure of watching opera in a theater small enough that you can see Rigoletto's eyebrow twitch from the back row of the balcony, and you get productions so bold and vivid that they make you remember why you fell in love...
...this impossible? It seemed so easy in that one-hour lesson back at the beach, where I worried only that I would never remember all the paddle strokes and regretted that I looked ridiculous in a green wet suit, fuchsia-colored shoes, rust T shirt and blue kayak skirt. Now I no longer care that my colors clash. I don't know if I'm cold. I don't know how long I've been underwater. I don't even know if I can see anything. I've forgotten that I have an expert partner who would save...