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always edifying visiting my sister and her
family in Minnesota. With sub-zero temps,
we don't go outside much but we do pile
into the minivan and venture out to any
number of plays, movies, and museums. This
morning we went to Minneapolis Institute of
Arts where we saw a local children's
theater production of Cinderella which was
truly excellent and blew the doors off the
travelling Broadway musical Beauty and the
Beast which we saw three nights ago when I
first arrived. Everyone agreed the latter
corporate cash cow lacked the charm, wit,
and stagemagic of the homegrown product.
After the show we had lunch at the
attached bistro where we questioned the
overabundance of plastic dessert
packaging. Minneapolis doesn't recycle
that type of plastic. "So it ends up in
the ocean?" I asked. "Oh no, we incinerate
our garbage." Ocean or atmosphere--I kind
of doubt it makes much of a difference,
and even though I'm skeptical about how
much recycling actually gets recycled I
held on to the flip-top plastic boxes to
bring back to Seattle where they at least
claim to recycle that particular flavor of
petrochemical overkill. We moved on to the
galleries where as luck would have it
there was a new exhibit of Czech photography.
This touched my and my sister's ethnic
vanity but the work wasn't exceptionally
good. I was more impressed and intrigued
by the cunningly retouched landscape
photos by Noriko Furunishi. |
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