Originally posted by le pire
I really love working on the Chinese Pole and I call it "static trapeze for boys."
W.T.F.
I guess this past winter's training has turned me into girl. Not that i wouldnt mind trying that for a winter too.
you should show your Chinese circus friends your fancy-pants diablo moves and they'll probably laugh at you for even picking it up.
Originally posted by le pire
p.s. my form is TERRIBLE in the photo!
Originally posted by Scot Free
you should show your Chinese circus friends your fancy-pants diablo moves and they'll probably laugh at you for even picking it up.
not to be an internet cliche, but I am laughing out loud. I recently taught a diabolo workshop to a group of chinese girls who were going to work for Ringling and their jaws DROPPED when they saw that the instructor was male. They began giggling and whispering immediately-- although I didn't understand the language I'm pretty sure I understood what was being said.
A busker at the Denver Busker Festival a few years back used the Chinese gender
shock as part of his schtic. To restore his manhood, he proceeded to do his moves with an impliment from a medival torture
nightmare! Good thing he was good, or he would have removed his manhood!
For those in the states, that get The Food Network, tune in this Friday night @ 10:00PM EST to see your truely, juggling pies, on my brief, but glorious, appearance on a "Paula's Party" episode called "Pie in the Sky". I also made/built/fabricated said pies, and also made 2 spinning pies that I thought I was going to get to spin with the hostess, but in the end, I set her son up backstage for him to make his entrance with spinning pies. The most challenging part of the whole gig was coming up with a way to build good, sturdy, jugglable, stunt pies. Can't juggle real pies... I tried... But now, if anyone ever needs to make fake pies for juggling, I can help you out.
Alfredo Fettucini
While sitting pondering life the other day the fond memory of you just
popped in. I saw you twice at Northern Arizona University probably 1983
'84 or '85.
Please take another moment to relish all the hearts you have warmed,
smiles you have won and tears you have jerked over all these years.
I loved your act and have repeated a certain line ever since. I was
born and raised in Pasadena, CA went to school there in Northern AZ and
ended up in North Florida of all places. Needless to say the culture
shock of the South still amazes me. Anyway, the line you shared and I
continue to share time and again is from a routine where you took a
participant and I don't remember all the details, but what I repeat goes
something like this. I'm gonna throw ya dis ball...you theenk you can
ketchit.
God bless the WWW (for being able track your ass down) and God bless
souls including the one and only Butterfly man who makes living more fun
and tolerable as the years go by.
Just back in town form our trip to entertain at the Blanden Memorial Art Museum's 75th anniversary in Fort Dodge, IA . My partner, Jerry Williams, made the front page, above the fold, with Thirsty, our number one Giant Parade Puppet!
Remaining Performances:
Friday, July 27, midnight
Saturday, July 28, 2:30 p.m.
Sunday, July 29, 2 p.m.
They say: "From last year's wildly popular Cheeky Monkey Sideshow comes SWAMI YOMAHMI. Razor blades, broken glass, rusty nails, bondage–you'd have to be crazy to do this stuff! Hilarious, shocking, and always innovative."
Dave's take: Staff was still working to finish the Scientarium when I arrived to pick up tickets, but everything seemed in place once the doors opened. We were greeted by such nerd-rock classics as "Hip to Be Square" and Weird Al's "White & Nerdy," which properly set the tone for the unapologetic punnery and geek celebration that followed. The Swami has obviously been working this tightly-crafted show for awhile, but it never felt like he was just going through the motions. The heavy audience-participation factor kept things lively, and well-practiced lines such as "Once you go geek, you want it all week," seemed fresh.
Mr. Yomahmi promised that each remaining Fringe performance will be different. I hope that they all include the finale I saw, which kept me and everyone else in the audience still sitting even after the house lights came up and the stage manager insisted we leave. Why? Because we weren't sure what we had just seen, and were still seeing. Was the joke on us or was this a stunt gone horribly wrong? "He left us hanging," laughed one attendee, a nice literal summation.
See it if: You have ever thrown 12-sided dice, believe in the Force, or don't mind getting squirted.
Skip it if: You're allergic to puns and squeamish about violations of various bodily orifices.
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