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Feb 20, 2006
K and I just got a cat who is named Skeezer, at the moment. Skeezer is a one year old black and white cat who fell out of a window and broke both her legs. She is fully healed now but has metal plates in her. Having had her for a couple days now, I can see how she fell out of a window. She seems to fall off everything. I don't know why the window was open however. And I will never know. But anyway, she seems like a great cat and I am very excited.
Feb 17, 2006
Feb 16, 2006
It's about time
A United Nations report today called on the United States to immediately close the detention center for suspected terrorists at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, and to either release its inmates or bring them before an impartial tribunal.
But will this make a difference? Bush doesn't seem to care about the UN or about human rights or about people. When will we stop interning people while we are at war? It's atrocious and it takes the freedom away that we are supposedly fighting for. People are supposed to be innocent until proven guilty in the US. They should be charged with a crime or let go.
Did Cheney shoot someone so this wouldn't be the top news story or am I being a little paranoid? "The UN story didn't come out yet, sir" "OK well don't tell anyone I shot him yet."

Feb 12, 2006
a short story told in the bent ear of a friend
She was a girl who liked to hold her breath. She liked to see her face turn blue before it all went black.
He was a boy who liked ever more piercings on his face and on his body. He liked to say he could never feel a thing when the metal went in.
Blueskin met Metal in a bar in DUMBO. Blueskin was lighting matches off her teeth. Metal was finding oblivion in marathon shots of Jack. Each of them was quiet and each of them was alone.
Blueskin started a small but uncontrolled napkin fire. Metal helped her put it out it with a glass of water. They liked the way their eyes glinted in the moment before the fire was doused.
What’s that old saying? “There’s nothing like a fire to break the ice.” They talked like words were dollar bills laid on the bar. In the spaces, in the silence they pondered their similarities. They both liked the taste of salt overload and the sound of Velcro coming apart. She liked to bury her head in her pillow each morning to avoid the sunrise. He always shaved the right side of his face before the left. She always painted her toenails the color of her mood. He never asked for anyone for anything.
Except for that night when he asked her for her phone number.
Except for that night, they never saw each other again.
Feb 10, 2006
On Fridays
I have a jumping class.
At least that's what I call it. It's really some sort of dance aerobics with lots of jumping and some punching and crunches and pushups. It's ridiculous and I don't really still know the moves. The actors I am told are required to take it every morning and we would be allowed to take it too at 9 am if we wanted. But I have to work then. And the only time I can make it over there is Friday evening.
So consequently all week long I get no exercise and drink beers and eat hamburgers and sit in various theatres and then once a week on Fridays I exercise strenuously for an hour.
Feb 9, 2006
crazy
I don't know what I'm writing next and I'm totally on edge because of it. Lots of ideas, none of which I know enough about. Gonna go crazy soon. crazy
Feb 7, 2006
Don't forget this weekend
Among other short plays,
Snow by Adam Szymkowicz, directed by Neil Hellegers, starring Robert Hancock,* Stacy Rock,* Ana Valle & Barry Roth (02/10, 02/17, 02/23, 02/24)
If you're in LA, you'll have to wait until Feb 21 for Snow (the play what I wrote) but once it starts, it'll play for a month.
Feb 3, 2006
Laura Axelrod writes in a recent post "Suffice it to say, secrecy plays an integral role in my writing process. Maybe more so than it should. Keeping things hidden and keeping a blog is a strange dichotomy to maintain. I do notice that the times I've been more "public" are usually the times that my work has been lighter and less intense. "
I've been thinking about this recently. Laura's post makes me think about it in a different way. I never used to talk about what I was writing until after it was written. It was always important to me that it exist in a bubble and I wouldn't talk about this bubble for fear that some offhand comment would pop it. Now I'm blogging about current projects, I talk to people about them and I'm still not sure if this is a good idea or not. Perhaps I'm playing with fire here and it could be very bad. Perhaps I've gotten better at not listening to people who I feel are wrong about what my work should be or don't understand what I'm doing. Perhaps I believe in what I'm doing much more than I ever have before. Or perhaps I'm still not really saying that much or sharing that much.
This morning I found myself telling K about something I'm thinking of writing now even though it wasn't completely formulated. I don't know if she got what I was trying to say. I doubt I was very clear. I can't really ever explain what I'm doing or trying to do which was maybe why I had this secrecy thing. It was secret because I had no words for it. Or I could try but really there was no way to explain that what sounded crazy was actually something that on the page might work. I just keep messing with it until it's right.
I don't really know what I'm doing. I mean I don't really know how I'm doing what I do when I write. I like to keep myself in the dark. And when it is working, really working, it's an automatic pilot sort of thing until it runs out of steam for the day. But that automatic writer will only happen if I do all the pre work of figuring out what happens when. Taking all the things that are supposed to go in and then putting them in the right order and figuring it out and figuring it out and a level of excitement plays into it too. Because it won't work unless I'm excited about it. And to be excited, I have to know enough. I'm dying to go home and try to figure this out right now. But I know it will be weeks and weeks or months and months before it's all there and in that time the excitement still has to be there. Otherwise I'll drop it and try to do something else. Maybe it's the constant discovery, the adding of this idea and that idea that keeps it exciting. The clearer it is and for me the brighter the colors are when I think of what I'm trying to do, the better it is. The colors are real bright right now. I could burn out from this, I think. I hope it lasts.
Feb 2, 2006
My play Snow here in NY

Feb 1, 2006
Le Bib-luh
I was reading the bible today. have you read it? Were you aware (according to King James version) that there were giants around during the time of early people. All the men lived to be 600-900 years old. Noah was 600 when he built the ark. But all the ages are really specific. I think Noah was 600 and two months and 14 days. Something like that. I'm serious. Take a look.
Jan 30, 2006
Wendy Wasserstein died today. We've lost August Wilson and Arthur Miller and now Wendy too. She'll be missed.
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Children doing Equus. Really! No, not really.
Jan 27, 2006
diction

Ok, here is the explanation to my bizarre emails
The junk mail senders are sending me these poems to try and trick the spam getter ridder machines:
Often appended at the end, in an attempt to flummox the filters, is a scrap of Dadaist poetry - "feverish squirt feat transconductance terrify broken trite fascist axis stultify floc bookshelves. " Sometimes this "word salad," as it has come to be called, is rendered in invisible ink - white letters on a white background - or hidden inside an embedded formatting command.
I still find it fascinating. How does one get the job of writing the poem at the end of the spam? Can I be hired for this?
The next bulk message was this from "Salter Nellie"
must ask take
yes hurt work
false run spend
him run forget
not take listen
He wakeup make
right finish swim
place work leave
It fill study
for hurt talk
morning teach count
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Jan 26, 2006
Am I the only one who gets crazy bulk mail…or am I the only one who reads his bulk mail?
This one was from someone called “Bird Gerald”
you comb drink
then eat fall
evening draw find
you watch forget
Of speak think
awake believe believe
Have translate change
sleep drink turnoff
somewhere understand allow
it open say
she count spend
Jan 24, 2006
Pre-writing
Ok, so all these pics below are just for me for tone purposes for idea purposes, as I think about writing a play about an elf in the North Pole. The details are fuzzy so I imagine this one will be a while coming. And I'm an impatient person sometimes so I like to dig up source material to get my self into a world quicker--it sometimes works--especially if it's the right material. In some cases, the colors are as important as the content. I wish I could wrap this blog up in colored lights--got some next to my desk now.
Hey, if I think they help, then they help.
Dramaturgy
Jan 23, 2006
Jan 20, 2006
other other possible titles
Limp Cowboy Blues
The Unrepentant One-Eyed Bastard
The Flailing Cowboy Revenge Play
Shooting Out of a Ten Gallon Hat
Village
Settlement
Blood Loss for Herbie
Unrepentant
Repent Lest Ye Take Two in the Brain
Tarnation (melon's contribution)
Bullet Spray
Cowboy Legs
Cowboy Hands
A Cowboy Knows
Out of the Saddle
Splayed
Contrived "Comedic" Cowboy Play Using Hamlet in the West as a Metaphor for American Manifest Destiny Dominance, Extermination, and Ruthless Need For Material Satisfaction
Dirt
Pushing Lead
Leading a Horse to Water
I can mail merge with the best of them
and I can rattle off a fast memo or speedy haiku
I photocopy like a demon with hands
the fax machine is like part of my body
the word processing I do all by hand
and the proofreading seems to take care of itself
although I can't make coffee
Jan 19, 2006
other possible titles
lil help?
The Unwilling Cowboy
Dead Cowboy
Dead Cowboys Tell No Lies
The Unhappy Cowboy
Herbie, the Unwilling Cowboy
Saddle Sores
Whiskey and Sand
Herbie and the Great Shootout
Gunfights Always End By Sunset
Sundown
Herbie, Son of the West
Vultures Ain't Picky 'Bout Dead Cowboys
Herbie's Showdown
Herbie's First Showdown
Big Cowboy Showdown
Even a Catus Dies Without Love
The Cowboy
Ain't No Cowboy in Heaven
Cowboy Surprise
A Cowboy For All Seasons
Bootful of Whiskey
The Firewater Diary
A Cowboy Dies in His Boots
A Dead Cowboy Walks Alone
The Poet
The Cowboy Poet
Desert Rose
looking for a title. anyone?
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