I recently exploded an egg in a lecture hall of about 60 people. At first the thing wouldn’t crack (by the luck of some divine intervention), but I didn’t get the message. Turns out when you crack an egg in your hand it travels about 6 feet in all directions. Well, at least it missed the professor.
This year the team is getting a new uniform, bringing back the pleated skirt!!!! Motivation to join explicitly stated.
The perfect song for some tribal fusion……
I couldn’t help but think of the Men in the Cities series by Robert Longo. Echad Mi Yodea by Ohad Naharin