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May 5, 2008
How Theater . . .
I saw Daisey's How Theater Failed America last night. It's pretty great. I had seen it at under the radar originally and Daisey and Gregory sharpened it a bunch, trimmed the fat, added some arguments.
It's playing at Joe's Pub for another week and then extending for a 6 week run at the barrow street theater. Get your tickets now.
They are also setting up a weekly discussion after the show with panelists from all segments of theater. ADs and Stage managers and Actors, etc. Should be pretty great. I wish them luck.
May 3, 2008
Photos of the various Food For Fish
Follow the links for more.
It's been published not quite a year so hopefully there will be many more productions to follow.
It's been published not quite a year so hopefully there will be many more productions to follow.
May 1, 2008
come waste your time with me
50 best Sesame Street moments.
http://babble.com/content/articles/columns/the-babble-list/sesame-street/
h/t Meegan
Apr 30, 2008
today
Instead of fleshing out my pilot ideas, what have I been doing?
Reading Jonathan Lethem's As She Climbed Across The Table.
Making a list of funny/quirky/angst-ridden slogans that would look good on t-shirts and then trying and failing to make them into jpegs that could actualy go on T shirts.
doing work at the day job.
eating lots of cookies.
heading to Ars Nova Play Group tonight.
Apr 29, 2008
short fiction for tuesday
There is a couch in a room somewhere. And no one is sitting there.
There is a sun on a beach somewhere no one is sitting under.
There are words in a safe somewhere no one will ever read.
There is a signal high up in the air no one will ever see.
When the children go out, they fill up their packs--sandwiches and juice boxes, lucky rocks, extra socks. They need to bring everything in case they go somewhere where there is nothing, or not enough.
they need to be everything
to know everything
to see everything
They need to breathe everything
be everything
When the children go to sleep, their dreams are watercolored versions of stories they've heard.
When the children grow up, they dig a big hole in the sand, throw their packs in and bury them. Then they go for a walk and never come back. "Never come back!" they chant. "Never come back."
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