Finally got BA.5 bivalent booster (Moderna, since it's a larger dose and expected to last longer)---in two weeks time there will still be some indoor fringe festival shows (with masks and proof of vaccination required) that I might want to hazard (with my P100 mask and (probably) unvented goggles). In the meantime I might do an outdoor show this weekend or Monday that I can walk to:
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Recollection
CAUTION Theatre Company
If you knew that one day you would lose all of your memories- would you approach each day differently? Through a devised, interactive dance-theater piece that incorporates the five senses, contact improvisation, recycled material, photographs, olives, original music, and suitcases, a group of wanderers will reinvent The Spring Gardens and call upon a diverse audience to reminisce together and contemplate how life experience and the passage of time can simultaneously shape us and break us down.
In the wake of a COVID-19 Diagnosis (pre vaccination), creator Lauren Ackermann began experiencing persistent impairment of sustained attention, memory loss, and overall cognitive damage. As the pandemic progressed, neurologists began to classify these symptoms as "brain fog" but until then, because studies had yet to record the correlation, Ackermann attributed these experiences to recent traumatic events, aging, drug and alcohol use, and genetics and blamed herself for the condition. Desperately searching for a way to resolve her anxiety, she turned to art and Recollection was born.'
There's an outside chance I might go to this one (outdoors but I'd have to take public transport---which is supposedly well-ventilated...) in two weeks (at least I find the description amusing):
'Scoring the End
The MAAS Building Garden
Settlements of dust fall on the expanse of a passing afternoon. On a day like today, where there is no sun, the day is only passing. Given the debris on the windowsill, it's likely that a new genre of days are on the way. By which, I don't mean spring, but new days altogether. Some new, unfounded name, and in essence, unnameable altogether. Nothing is here for the purpose of use. Utility is a sign of the times. Efficacy, stupidity. A pink shirt draped on the horizon as if to gesture toward a sunset. A gesture is all it can ever amount to. A gesture toward allegory, a gesture toward rhythm, a gesture toward the artfulness of our age in general. The punch has been beaten back with a stick. In effect, the punch fails to exist, and therefore, there is no race toward it. A divine mystery, unfolding in a Shell gas station. The man at the counter is the only one saying things he believes. The [canine] days are upon us.
[...] Scoring the End attempts to generate numerous frictions in our art, culture, and politics, by asking how the 21st-century, post-pandemic body is moving and being moved by the world.'
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