Despite how it may seem so, dear doves, but I am not bloggerslacking. I’m trapped in the other room with paralysing thoughts (and the odd crushing notion or two). No, actually, I’m trying to write burlesque scenes for a play, but only want to contemplate the riches we enjoyed in world dance this week with Batsheva at the Annenberg on Tues. and the debut Philly program of Kun-Yang Lin/Dancers at the Painted Bride.