Could a Juggling Superhero Exist?

“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. Theoretically he could be in the sky if dropped from a blimp, but that could not …

The Language of Juggling

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 to those enraptured ear holes sitting round the round tables, drinking gin …

Juggling and Jazz

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 is why The Juggler, as did Miles, understands that to keep the audience engaged, to keep the …

The Juggler Denies

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 weather, by a random muscle spasm or non-lethal aneurysm. They …

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Medals

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. They adorn the winners with shiny, rust-proof baubles that will one day fetch a fair price on …

Rubber, Glue and Whatnot

On a grade-school playground, next to the metal-scaled tornado slide, a little girl with pigtails swaying in the limp breeze says to a bully boy two years older and six inches taller, “You’re mean! You’re a meaning mean face, and I hate you!” The bully, used to such piercing taunts, smiles and replies, “I’m rubber and you’re glue, whatever you …

Juggling is Boring [ Tales of The Juggler ]

The Juggler was not born The Juggler. He was born uncoordinated, a slobbering ball of skin and muscle and bones. Then he grew, mostly up, and one day opened his eyes to find things that amazed him. Over the years he found many such wonders: fireworks, redwoods, home runs, the smile of a pretty girl, the cloudless night sky. But …