Just returned from the annual Dance/USA conference in Washington, D.C., as evidenced by the sweat stains on all of my shirts.  Unbearably muggy weather aside, the experience was positive, inspiring, and needless to say, exhausting.  It featured some nice performances, above-average conference food, and interesting conversations, but what impressed most was a stellar crop of younger attendees with some bright ideas, loads of enthusiasm, and a refreshing dose of chutzpah.

Of course, some interesting observations arose for me – notably the near invisibility of dance writing, the lack of celebration of our communal accomplishments, and a peculiar aversion to being pampered.

Reflections found here.

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