Bow to the Keeper

My sister and I were sitting today at a Starbuck's downtown before our classes. We were huddled over her laptop, our eyes glued to the screen. We were watching the Viperkeeper's channel on YouTube. This man (whose name is Al) is incredible. He keeps an unbelievable number of venomous snakes in a special room in his house. He has been doing this for decades, dealing with some of the most dangerous reptiles in the world: black and green mambas, countless cobras, brown snakes, gaboon vipers, if you can think it he has kept it. Al cares for these snakes with such a degree of patience, respect, and also with a bit of light=hearted enthusiasm that puts most herpetologists to shame. He videotapes himself dealing with these animals and then posts them up so we can all benefit from what he's doing. If I'm on my laptop, I'm probably watching one of his videos.

Today we didn't have acting class. Our professor took us to see a dance show, a sort of showcase of the dance classes offered at the college. Like most dance shows in this school, it was pretty mediocre. It is not the fault of the students, on the contrary, I saw some real talent, and even the ones who were obviously beginners were giving it their all. The problem are the choreographers. I guess there's a reason why there's only a few famous ones, the rest of them suck. The best one was the finale, an Afro-Cuban dance that was pretty good, and that was seriously enhanced by live musicians. The rest were performing to recordings which weren't timed as correctly as they should have been. All in all, nothing I haven't seen before and certainly nothing worth seeing again.