Date night solo

Things have been a little hectic lately, so when the San Francisco Ballet posted a Leap Day discount to its production of Romeo & Juliet, I pounced. Time to take myself out for another little date! I can hardly wait to see the corps perform Prokofiev’s “The Montagues and the Capulets” (Dance of the Knights)—the first time I heard that piece of music, I was basically stunned. Waves of music just rolled over me even in the nosebleed section of Davies Symphony Hall; the SF Symphony had performed it a few summers ago as part of their annual program of Russian classics, and I remember just being floored by its ominous power.

Before the show, I’m hoping to go check out Two Sisters Bar and Books in Hayes Valley. Always like to hit someplace new (and add a business card plus a description of the place into my current scrapbook). Two Sisters sounds cool and fun: a cozy cafe with books galore that you can read while you sip a drink and enjoy small bites like deviled eggs with lemon zest, fried capers, and black truffles. I can hardly wait.

First love

The San Francisco Ballet posted this letter—one of many—on their new Tumblr Letter to My First Love, in honor of their production of Onegin, based on Pushkin’s poem/novel. Initially the rakish Onegin spurns the young Tatiana, only to fall in love with her years later after she has blossomed (and married someone else!); this anonymous Tumblr submission pretty much describes her mature self in a nutshell.

I wonder if that sentiment of longing mingled with the maturity that comes from moving on and letting go could be anything like this French film Un Amour de Jeunesse (Goodbye First Love), which I haven’t yet seen but want to.

Letter to My First Love

In anticipation of its upcoming production of Onegin, the San Francisco Ballet has just created the Tumblr Letter to My First Love, featuring anonymous missives written to first crushes (along the lines of the lovelorn Tatiana’s letter to Onegin). The messages can be funny or earnest, addressed to a high school sweetheart or a personal passion—like ballet—or a celebrity. I like the short/sweet/funny ones, but some of the longer ones with a twist make bittersweet reads. (Want to participate? Submit your entry here.)



As for me, I would dedicate mine to my local TV weatherman, to whom I was entirely devoted at the age of 4.

If you were to write a letter to your first love, what would you say?

(via San Francisco Ballet)

Update: They ran my submission. :)

Dancing in the kitchen

While channel surfing the other day, I glimpsed San Francisco Ballet principal dancer Joan Boada’s appearance on Joanne Weir‘s Cooking Confidence show for PBS.

Gotta love a hot guy who cooks.

His and her respective blog posts about the experience reminded me of this tea towel sold on Etsy and recently repinned by FitSugar.

“Cooking is a lot like dancing,” Joan says on the ballet’s blog, Open Studio 455. “Both are creative, passionate pursuits in which there is always something new to learn.”

(Photos by Erik Tomasson/San Francisco Ballet and The Joy of Ex Foundation)