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Jonathan Hermann juggles words, balls and small children in Alexandria, Virginia.
  • Could a Juggling Superhero Exist?

    Sep 19, 2012 1 Comment

    PDF “Look, up in the sky, it’s the Super Juggler,” is something you have never heard for two reasons. One, a juggling superhero would not fly; it makes no sense. His super skill would be throwing and catching and object manipulation, or some combination thereof. Theoretica...

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  • The Language of Juggling

    Sep 05, 2012 No Comments

    PDF As noted by celebrated juggling essayist Jonathan Hermann, there is a link between juggling and jazz, both of which use various techniques to communicate to the audience. A key part of jazz musiciany, as it is technically called, is developing a language of licks and phrases that speak ...

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  • Juggling and Jazz

    Aug 22, 2012 No Comments

    PDF Photo by Tom Palumbo The Juggler sees patterns like Miles Davis saw melodies. Both are merely the bones that outline expectation. People watch a pattern and see where it’s going. People hear a melody and assume it will repeat itself. And in those expectations, boredom emerges. Which i...

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  • The Juggler Denies

    Aug 08, 2012 No Comments

    PDF Schadenfreude is not just the overwhelming desire for someone to make out with misfortune; it’s also what every member of the audience wishes would befall The Juggler. They want him to drop the ball, the ring, the club, the torch. They want his routine interrupted by the gods, by the ...

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  • We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Medals

    Aug 01, 2012 No Comments

    PDF Millions watch the Olympics, their eyes Krazy-glued to the television screen. They stare at the athletes’ bodies, sculpted from rock and honed by years of training. They cheer them on, choosing strangers to overcome other strangers based on their nationalities, their youthful looks. T...

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