Yesterday I discovered that this Blogger / Blogspot blogging platform censored at least three of my older posts by unpublishing them; and of course, the creeps never explained why, beyond citing the posts failing to meet their 'community standards'.
What is especially irritating is that they demand that I amend the posts to accord with those wide and nebulous standards if I ever want them to be republished.
I am not even going to try. One day I hope to remove all of my content elsewhere.
This has already happened to me a couple or so years ago, so the effect of this action is now insignificant to me. Back then, I actually republished the censored posts at one of the two hosted websites that I have just be be contrary to Google (the owners of Blogger / Blogspot).
But moving on ... early last evening I finished watching ─ believe it or not ─ a ballet. It was my third sitting in getting through it, for it was over 1¾ hours (1:49:12) in length, and I knew nothing of the ballet, nor hardly anything of ballet itself.
I have to admit that I did recognize its beauty; and even though I did not read anything about this specific ballet, I was able to interpret much of what was going on.
The ballet was Giselle | Teatro alla Scala (1996).
I will not reproduce the fairly comprehensive description, but you can refer to that link for yourself.
Wikipedia gives a longer description of what the ballet Giselle in general is about. It also answered one of the questions that I had, for I could not understand just how it was that Giselle (as played by lovely Italian prima ballerina Alessandra Ferri) actually died. Initially I thought that perhaps she was somehow stabbed, for there was a bit of a struggle between two characters involving a sword, and I figured that maybe some 'literary licence' was used and the knowledgeable audience was just expected to imagine how she had died.
Wikipedia explains that originally she did indeed die by the blade, for she actually kills herself with the sword; but this production I was watching was a "sanitized" version of the ballet in which Giselle dies of a weak heart after probably frenetically dancing herself to death.
The main male character was played by Massimo Murru ─ that link is to the Italian Wikipedia, but translated by Google into English. I noticed that he is approximately eight years younger than his dance partner, Alessandra ─ in real Medieval life, it is most unlikely that a nobleman that much younger than a poor peasant girl would become so enraptured by her.
There were scenes that I found to be almost enchanting, such as how the female spirits would almost seem to be flying ─ and Alessandra had this fabulous way of fluttering her feet across the floor as she passed along entirely on her toes, almost making her tiny little feet look to be like wings. I was amazed at how long she was able to remain on her toes like that.
There was another instance when she was becoming overwrought with emotion before she finally danced herself to death ─ to best portray her emotion, she brought her hands up to the sides of her face and fluttered her fingers much as might an actress in the early silent days of film have done when showing emotional extreme such as fear.
It was quaint and beautiful.
And I loved the Wilis ─ they were two dozen female dancers flying about the stage in such lovely synchronicity, and their Queen made a 25th. Giselle's spirit was of course a 26th.
The entire production of Giselle was performed by La Scala Theatre Ballet.
I would not at all mind re-watching this ballet, now that I know something about it. And I am open to watching other ballets now, as well as more that feature Alessandra Ferri:
How I love a woman's beautiful muscular legs!
After my younger brother was home later that evening following his daily socializing, I again used our Android TV Box and this time tuned in an episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow before selecting us a movie.
The movie was 2018's Annihilation.
The movie definitely had a heck of a lot of scares and action and drama, but as seems to be the major trend in science fiction, its conclusion was in no way an ending, and it resolved nothing.
I despise this technique!
Anyway, it was rather nice to see Natalie Portman ─ I have her rather lingering in my mind after watching the short movie Hotel Chevalier two or three years ago in which she appeared nude. Sure, she was svelte, but she was still arresting to behold.
And I do not know how old these photos are, nor what gala they took place at, but the lady was sporting great legs:
As for the movie, I did enjoy the action within "the Shimmer", and it spanned enough of the movie, so I suppose that I can recommend it for that reason, if not its conclusion. It can presently be found at MoviesJoy, 123Movies, and StreamM4U ─ just three examples of sources. Just be prepared to deal with annoying popups and even unwanted redirections to new tabs.
This morning my brother and I watched two videos, beginning with Odessa Orlewicz's livestream of yesterday that well exceeded an hour (1:11:37): Bill C-27 & Kids "Earning" Badges To Get A Digital Passport In Canadian Schools! We actually watched it at this Rumble link.
Bill C-27 & Earning "Badges" To Get A Digital Passport! They're Teaching It Now In Canadian Schools! Yep- They're doing it. Kari Simpson and I have an in depth look at the digital topic of Bill C-27 and the parts they hope YOU DON"T NOTICE. In a nutshell...they can do whatever they want. Leslyn Lewis tries to bring up these issues in parliament and was gas lit badly. Don't miss this episode if you want to know where we are at with the New Word Order in Canada.
I do not know why Odessa does not indicate that her guest for most of the show was Kari Simpson of Canadian Voters Association.
As well, we watched a superb 59-minute video that had been uploaded to BitChute's Mercola channel on March 29: Breaking Out of the Propaganda Matrix - Interview with Jimmy Dore.
In this interview, one of my favorite comedians, Jimmy Dore, and I discuss the propaganda machine surrounding all things COVID. I’ve posted many of his videos on this site, as I enjoy his direct and incisive commentary. Like me, Dore grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He packed up his belongings and drove to Los Angeles, California, in 1995, and never looked back.
Comedian Jimmy Dore initially got caught up in the propaganda and believed the COVID jab would be a good strategy. He took the shot and suffered severe side effects from it. Dore quickly put two and two together and realized he’d been duped. The shot was nowhere near as safe (or effective) as they claimed.
After that realization, Dore started seeing through other propaganda narratives as well.
Dore realized the medical establishment lied not only about ivermectin, but also about hydroxychloroquine and early treatments. They lied about herd immunity and natural immunity. They lied about masks. They lied when they said the COVID jab prevents transmission and could end the pandemic. They lied about the safety of the shots, and about the seriousness of the virus itself too.
During the Omicron wave, Dore got COVID three times, and it was “the mildest cold” he’d ever had in his life. Unfortunately, he made a second mistake. He took Paxlovid, and got COVID again. That Paxlovid makes you prone to reinfection is now also an established fact.
Dore warns that the entire government is corrupt. Corruption has been integrated into every part of the government, and every system used to run it.
I am planning a latter evening walk in which I hope to do some grocery shopping ─ if so, it will be a hike of 5.625 miles. As a result, I must bring this post to a close so that I can rest for that venture, and my evening is already well underway.
I do not want to leave any earlier than 9 p.m., yet it is now nearly 8 p.m.
I was going to post photos my wife had uploaded to her Facebook account, for she is in Rome, Italy, and today is to be her last full day ─ she leaves on Monday for Thailand to visit her mother and other family (and friends) at her home village. One of her sisters lives in Rome, however, and that is why she is presently visiting there.
I will close by posting two photos of my wife that I am supposing were taken at the sister's residence ─ the photos were uploaded to my wife's Facebook account at 6:38 a.m. on Friday, March 31 (2023). But that is Pacific Time Zone reckoning ─ in Rome it was 2:38 p.m.:
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