I recently began moving documents, photos and scrappy things to Evernote.  The migration takes a while but since the results are so logical and organized, it’s worth it.  In all of my gathering, I have come across too many bits and pieces that have some how been packed up, kept in tact and never thrown away.  The pile in front of me includes some photos from camp, a Mario Batali ravioli recipe, an old J.Crew catalogue, plane ticket stubs, my undergraduate transcript and two tear outs of Kate Moss.  As most of it gets archived in to Evernote (originals, tossed!), a pattern emerges: ballet has been following me around for a long time.  A scan down memory lane:

[1984] My first pair of ballet slippers.  The destroyed soles imply that I was doing grand jetes at age four.  Not quite, they’re just really old.

[1997] In grade 12, my good friend Mike impressed me with this genius bit of superimposition.  As a testament to his technical wizardry, he simply took my yearbook photo and popped it on this likely position.  It was on my bulletin board for years.

[1998] An old brochure from a high school spring break trip to Montreal.

[2001] Tanya used to make me a birthday card every year.  This was for my 21st birthday, and states inside, “Happy Birthday Ballerina!  I can’t believe we’re 21!  Oh my god, we’re soooo old!!!”

[2004] An old birthday card from Sara, a ballerina in her own right.

[2005] I’ve seen Swan Lake more than any other ballet.  This is the ticket from a great rendition performed in Glasgow.  I remember thinking that I shouldn’t be going because I had too much studying to do.  Lesson: I still remember the performance and I don’t remember what I was studying for.

[2005] I still have study notes from graduate school that are tough to get rid of.  They took so long to make and they sure are pretty.  When I made this set, I must have had other things on my mind.  Look closely.  Pirouetting directly beside the Kuznet’s Curve is my reoccurring ballet scribble.  Who said economic development inequalities couldn’t be cute?

[2009] Just this week, I got a standard piece of mail from my Dad: an article, clipped and folded, that directly relates to something I enjoy.  In this case, Dad sent Alastair Macaulay’s NYT review of New York City Ballet’s Balanchine and Robbins program. This will top my pile of ballet bits to be turned in to an Evernote notebook.

(For those without someone acting as your personalized, posted, human RSS feed, see Macaulay’s review here)

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