from Charlie Willis:

http://confoundedblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/quotes-and-response.html

"For a short time, theatre became a medium where you COULD make more
than just a living. You could actually live fairly comfortably on a
theatre artist's salary. I don't believe that's the case anymore --
except under the most abnormal of circumstances -- but few people who
aren't directly involved in theatre work understand that fact as
anything more than the old joke based around "I'm poor; I work in
theatre." The general public is working under the assumption that you
can make a decent living at it, as long as you're talented enough.
Unfortunately, this is shared by many young people going into college
programs, or just starting out following graduation from said
programs. In their heart of hearts, they think they'll be the lucky
one who will "make it", or manage to transubstantiate their theatre
work into a film/TV career. And maybe about 12 of them do."

timeline, 6 more months in Iraq and 6 more and 6 more and 6 more

http://www.americanprogress.org/issues/2007/08/timeline.html/

h/t isaac

http://parabasis.typepad.com/blog/2007/08/this-is-amazing.html

'...the police action helped to all but eliminate dissent from New
York City during the Republican delegates' visit. If that was the
goal, then mission accomplished. And civil rights denied.'

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/08/opinion/08wed2.html?_r=1&hp=&oref=slogin&pagewanted=print

So there might have been a tornado in brooklyn this morning. There was definitely a crazy thunderstorm that poured water over our streets.

It also messed up the trains. It took me 2 1/2 hours to get to work this morning.

alas.

mark your calendar/buy your tickets

Susan Gets Some Play in this summer's NYC Fringe Festival Presented by Stage Fright Productions
Writer: Adam Szymkowicz
Director: Moritz von Stuelpnagel
Starring: Jorge Cordova, Danny Deferrari, Kevin R. Free, Susan Louise O'Connor, & Travis York. Susan and her best friend Jay try to find Susan a boyfriend by holding auditions for an imaginary production in hopes of finding Mr. Right. Or at least a date. Or even just a freakin’ kiss.

1h Manhattan New York Comedy
Improv/Sketch/Stand-up
VENUE #5: The New School for Drama

Sat 18 @ 12
Sun 19 @ 9:15
Thu 23 @ 4:45
Fri 24 @ 9
Sun 26 @ 1:45

http://www.fringenyc.org/basic_page.asp?ltr=s

http://www.myspace.com/susangetssomeplay

I'm an uncle yet again

Please welcome Evan Hunter Steflik to the world.

I just came from a stumble through of Susan Gets Some Play. there was
some stumbling but it will be excellent I think. It's a fun show.
you should come.

jason grote tells it like it is

http://jasongrote.blogspot.com/2007/08/better-than-nothing.html

I don't drink no Robot Coffee
I don't swing wit' no hottie totties
I can't stand jam on my cake
I can't drink the tea you make

Don't like sandpaper on my chair
Don't like felt underwear
Keep that dog away from me
And don't offer me no Robot Coffee

Great post on bush and checks and balances from Chris Durang.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/chris-durang/will-bush-ever-get-his-co_b_57893.html

I never go to the Fall Cafe

7/27/07
Today I will do it. I will just walk through the door. Past all the
people with their haircuts and flip flops and laptops. I will march
to the counter and I will say, "Please sir. I would like a coffee
please and maybe a bagel." And then I will pay for it and there will
be an empty fluffy chair by the window perhaps and I will sit down and
I will take out my notebook and I will seem smart as I doodle and
sesame seeds will fall off the bagel and into the notebook crack.

7/28/07
I tried to go in. I tried. Instead of walking by, I stopped and then
I reached out my hand to open the door but it burned my hand. I
screamed out, "Don't touch it, " when a girl in a tank top with
microbraids reached for the handle but she opened it and entered
without any trouble and without a look in my direction. So I reached
out my hand again, but before I touched it even there was a searing
pain and the smell of flesh. Who knew my burning flesh would smell
like lamb? So I took off my shirt and wrapped it around my hand but
it made no difference. So I went home to run cold water over my
cooked hand. I'll try again tomorrow.

7/29/07
Today I stood outside the Fall Cafe for a good ten, fifteen, twenty
minutes watching people walk in and out. And then I thought, well
maybe the next time someone opens the door, I could just sneak in
behind them before the door closes. So I waited. A slouchy guy with
hair over his eyes came by after not too long and opened the door. I
had one foot in the door behind him when everything went black. I
woke up on the sidewalk. Two hours had passed. I got up, and went
home and drank some tea. I guess I won't go to the Fall Cafe.