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Learning to Read a Dance (in 3D!)
Friday February 10, 2012
A woman wearing little more than an accordion stands on stage and shouts, “Soon it will be spring again!” What an inspiring announcement. The world’s dark stage will be transformed with life and color. And so begins Pina—director Wim Wenders’ tribute to German choreographer Pina Bausch—one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life at the movies. Buy two tickets. Bring someone who doubts....
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Prozac vs. Jesus
Thursday February 9, 2012
Diagnosis: Generalized anxiety disorder, mild to medium major depression (you read that right—it’s not an oxymoron), and a pinch of obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. I received this summary after speaking with a psychiatrist for an hour, a few weeks ago, finally ready to surrender to the idea that maybe, maybe, I didn’t need to endure days-long crying jags, uncontrollable fixation on....
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Shall We Overcome?
Wednesday February 8, 2012
Originally, I was going to title this post, “Something Funny Happened on the Way Home to Watch the Golden Globes.” And it was funny, to be sure; but in the context of the day in question, only to a point. Let me explain. Earlier that day, I had gone to church in Hollywood. I had just arrived in town for an extended winter gig, and a Google search for nearby churches brought me to St. James in the City on Wilshire Blvd....
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The Mystery of a Neighbor
Tuesday February 7, 2012
When I was little, I had a bad habit of hanging around neighbors’ houses. I would knock and knock at their doors, whether they had kids to play with or not; I would ask questions about the house, their day, what plants they were growing in the garden. And eventually, I was sent home with a warning: “When I say go, I mean go!” I’m not sure what it was that drew me—the mystery of a neighbor, the hope of a cookie....
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The Cannibal and the Eucharist
Monday February 6, 2012
When I first heard Michael Knott singing about a woman suspected of eating her husband, the Eucharist was the furthest thing from my mind. The chasm separating communion and cannibalism was wide, or so I assumed. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt something like a fist balling up in my belly. It was 1994, and I was 16, the son of a Baptist minister. Each item in my brain-box was neatly nestled in its....
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