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always edifying visiting my sister and her family in Minnesota. With sub-zero
temps, we don't go outside much but we do pile into the minivan and venture
out to any number of plays, movies, and museums. This morning we went to
Minneapolis Institute of
Arts where we saw a local children's theater production of
Cinderella
which was truly excellent and blew the doors off the travelling Broadway
musical Beauty and the Beast which we saw three nights ago when I first arrived.
Everyone agreed the latter corporate cash cow lacked the charm, wit, and
stagemagic of the homegrown product. After the show we had lunch at the attached
bistro where we questioned the overabundance of plastic dessert packaging.
Minneapolis doesn't recycle that type of plastic. "So it ends up in the ocean?"
I asked. "Oh no, we incinerate our garbage." Ocean or atmosphere--I kind
of doubt it makes much of a difference, and even though I'm skeptical about
how much recycling actually gets recycled I held on to the flip-top plastic
boxes to bring back to Seattle where they at least claim to recycle that
particular flavor of petrochemical overkill. We moved on to the galleries
where as luck would have it there was a new exhibit of
Czech
photography. This touched my and my sister's ethnic vanity but the work
wasn't exceptionally good. I was more impressed and intrigued by the cunningly
retouched landscape photos by
Noriko
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