The Fickle Allure of FronteraFest
I wanted to get up a quick post about the short fringe show this past Wednesday. Best of Week is announced late tonight, and I didn’t want the post to seem sad or disappointed in case we don’t get it. I like how familiar the festival feels in some ways (I know the ins and outs...
Continue readingClose Calls
Over the past six months or so I feel like I’ve had a number of close calls for writing and publishing opportunities. I had an essay accepted for publication in a compilation about parenthood (but then the publisher subsequently closed its doors); I had a couple of literary agents tell me they’re interested in...
Continue readingListserv City Planning Play Brainstorm
At some point I had written down a bunch of thoughts about how we might do a neighborhood listserv play, but I’m not sure where that is. So here are some notes/thoughts from what I remember/think: One easy thing to stage would be to have a selection of printed out (likely fictionalized so as...
Continue readingShort Fringe on January 13th
Going back to my bread and butter this year, doing a self-deprecating projector/screen piece about relationships, trying to convince someone in the audience to stick with me, despite my numerous flaws. There’s a twist (or two or three!) at the end, which I’m hoping goes over well. I name-check a friend who recently successfully...
Continue readingRemnants of Squid
Yesterday the exhibit we had up at Ground Floor Theatre finally came down; this is the one by artists with autism that I’d worked with Dr. Becker to get up for the November 19th show. He’d been going back to the gallery on a regular basis before other performances the past 5 or 6...
Continue readingOh Goodness, it’s a Squeaker!
Three days left of voting (I think?) and within striking distance. Still don’t think it’s gonna happen, but until the Republican primaries in February, this is about as good as percentage-watching gets (for me)....
Look’d, Hook’d, Book’d, Cook’d
Summer of 2016! Train across the country from Dublin to Killarney, on to Kerry and Dingle (yep, Dingle). If it sucks, you’ll hear about it. (oh, and if Shane, Glen, Imelda or even Andrea ask me to plays drums in their band, I may never come back…)...
“Oh man! My dad sucks!”
So my son’s teacher handed me an essay he’d written about someone he admires today during their end-of-year holiday party. The essay starts: Have you ever thought “oh man! My dad sucks! I hate my dad! I want a different dad!” Boy, that is a rough start to an essay. Who knows where it’s...
Continue readingHey, it’s a Race! (kinda, sorta)
I think this is as close as we’re gonna get, so I’m saving it here for future reference. But that’s kinda up there, right? Within the margin of error, perhaps? Yeah, maybe? Someone send over the crosstabs so we can run some numbers. Anyway, there’s that. The other category…. not so much. But top...
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