Thursday, August 27, 2009

In Sickness and Health.

I've been "absent" for a bit. I've been sick. Some kind of stomach virus. The kind of thing that makes one stay home from work. I am well aware that we all can be replaced, but sometimes it takes more energy to explain, and go through the tasks with someone, than it is to just suck it up and do the job yourself. Even sick. (I was too sick not to go to work.) Yes, I went to work. Somehow, I got through the worst of it. I don't remember much of Saturday. I know I called for help, got someone to drive me to and from my rehearsal and evening show. I know I called the show. I know nothing untoward happened. At home, I kept my doors and windows shut. I collapsed onto the bed at every opportunity. I slept. That was about it. I didn't really eat for 2 or 3 days. Wasn't sure I ever wanted to eat again. But now, days and days later, I am recovering. I am eating a banana. I have had soup for the last 4 nights. I tried a piece of toast and it was the best thing I'd ever eaten. I can keep down Perrier. (Dad said, "Of course, you need the most expensive water...") The easiest thing was to give up drinking. Aversion therapy. It works.

A couple of years ago, I was walking to work, past the zoo. I was stung by a wasp. She had to be a wasp because she stung me several times. Oh. My. God. That was painful! A little later, that same evening, I received a package from a friend. He had surprised me with a hard bound copy of a book I'd been reading. He'd been working with the author and had had the author sign it to me personally. I was holding an ice pack on my arm, thrilled to get the book. Mixed signals for the day. For several weeks, I avoided the path past the wasp. I examined my reaction and realized this was what nature intended. The wasp was protecting her nest. If I'd been a bear, I'd have avoided the path. When I finally started using the path again, I was cautious and alert. In two years, I've had no further contact with the wasp or her family. Yet, every time I walk past the point of the wasp encounter, I remember the pain. I also remember the book. Pain and joy, mixing together to form one memory.

No joy in a stomach virus. Quite the contrary. But, I have learned one can work through almost anything, whether one should or not. I've also learned that I need to prepare my replacement better. Ahead of time. I need to anticipate every eventuality. Even my own absence. This is the thought behind life insurance after all. This is not a new concept.

Hmm, maybe I should get some life insurance. (Shouldn't it be called "Death" insurance?)

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Here I am.

It is hard to worry about the distant future when tomorrow presents so many challenges. I need to remember to take one day at a time, face the challenges presented, find solutions, and move on the the next task at hand.

Life and Death happen while we sit around brooding, or being angry or hurt or sometimes just bored. There is always something more to do in the day, there is always a phone call to make or a lunch to have with a dear friend or a refrigerator to clean. There is just no time to wallow or worry. There is only time to act.

Speaking of refrigerators, I just noticed I have four 1/2 empty bottles of diet pepsi hanging around in my fridge. Clearly, I can't drink an entire bottle. But... why do I open a new one each time I want a pepsi? Maybe I'm expecting it to be fresher? I also tend to buy too many jars of mayonnaise and too many cans of soup. I just don't eat that much soup! I certainly don't need any more mayonnaise. And milk. More milk than I can reasonably use before the expiration date. A grocery list might come in handy.

I have to drive to Los Angeles Sunday Night. I have a class to teach Monday morning. I am not ready. I have a rehearsal and a show tomorrow, and rehearsals and shows Sunday and Tuesday. (I have actors out again.) I will deal with the here and now. I will find time to prepare for my class. I will conduct and direct the rehearsals, and call my shows. I won't look to the future, at least not further than I can foresee. (I won't look past Tuesday.) I will work and live and love now.

Here I am.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

In the Light of Day.

In the light of day... and on a new morning, hope bounces from the floor and lands squarely back on the table. The future will take care of itself. I will be here now, and live in hope.

Broomsticks!

I've talked about change before, but this may be profound. I don't like change. I will adapt to change. I will work in the presence of change. But, I will not be dissed. I have been in the business too long. I am a stage manager so I don't have an "important" name. But I've worked a lot more places than this local city. I chose this job because the people were cool. I've done it for 4 years now. Not very long, in my career. I wanted to be instrumental in what I thought was a dedication to creating a company. Doesn't seem to be happening. Without its founder, the sense of the whole thing is lost. I am desolate.

I will live in the now and revel with the company I have. We are GREAT together. We are doing wonderful lively shows every night. I will see what tomorrow brings.

I will make some difficult decisions then. I am married to nothing but my long patient husband. It is my life. I have a life.

I have been around too long to put up with any bullshit. (My mother would have said, "broomsticks." ) So, I am too old to put up with your 'broomsticks!' I won't do it.

There is another world out there.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Stage Manager.

I was a math major when I first started college. Yes. Really. I don't know what I thought my destination was, but I liked math. Math had answers. As I look back, it confuses even me. I'd been instrumental in the drama department at my high school. I'd done theatre in kindergarten. I wrote a play in first grade. (We toured it to all the other classrooms. It was a hit.) Theatre was always my one true love. Maybe, at 17, I didn't have the confidence to fulfill my destiny. Clearly, I found the courage. (I still like math. But, then in theatre we all have our little quirks.)

I got a California Teaching Credential in Grad School. I did this because my parents (who were paying for my education) wanted me to have something to "fall back on." I got a teaching job straight out of college. Teaching theatre, I should say "Drama". I found I loved teaching, but didn't know what I was really teaching. I didn't want to teach educational theatre. I wanted to "know." And, to "know" I had to do it. I left teaching and "did it." I didn't go back to high school teaching. I became a professional. I love working in legitimate theatre. Ultimately, I was offered an adjunct professorship at USC teaching what I'd been doing for 17 years at the time. Stage Managing. I still teach a class a semester, in stage managing. I love it. And it allows me to continue doing what I do best. Stage Managing. (29 years now.)

Something people don't understand. Stage Managers are not on their way to becoming... anything other than what they are. This is an end job. We don't want to act. Most of us can't act, god, don't ask us to. We are not directors. We can direct. It is part of our job, but we don't create a piece from whole cloth. We are enablers. We make the vision happen. We are technicians and we are artists. But it is a very particular art. My ambition has carried me all over the country and into the world. As a Stage Manager. It is my calling. I'm convinced. After all these years, I still don't want to do anything else. Not really. Oh, I will say, "I would of liked to do research, or, I would have loved to have written poetry or been a journalist or.. whatever."

No, the Peter Principle will not apply. I won't rise to the level of my own incompetence. I will stay where I am happy and my work is good.

I don't need the accolades after all. I am behind the scenes, yet, performing every night.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Nothing.

I keep thinking that I'd done nothing today. Nothing. Nothing is actually hard to do. My nothing consisted of getting up this morning, making coffee, reading email, doing the Saturday crossword, checking facebook. My afternoon nothing included the laundry, the dishes, a little television, and cooking chicken and rice. My evening I went to work and did a lot of something! So, no I did not do nothing today. I did some things. I even did some things well. (The chicken and rice with peas and spinach was really quite tasty and satisfying.)

It has started to dawn on me that the summer is coming to a close. I will start teaching again a week from Monday! I will be driving to LA in the wee hours of Monday morning after my show comes down, sleeping at home, getting up at an ungodly hour, teaching, then spending the rest of my day off at home with my husband. I drive back to San Diego on Tuesday for my Tuesday night performance. I will do this until the shows close and I've moved back home. It is the final stage of my summer adventure. The final act. The circle complete. Again. (Oh, that reminds me. I have to do my syllabus and my lesson plans. I have to do that next week, already! Such a surprise the way time flows, or maybe jets by.) Made myself think of a quote from one of Phil's songs: "Over 50, flew past 30, fly fly fly fly fled." jukeboxtahini.blogspot.com

I love the way my house smells. It smells like home. I wonder why it only smells that way when I come home Sunday nights. I don't notice it the rest of the year, when I am actually living at home. One of those strange weird things. I wonder what it smells like to my friends. I remember an old t.v. ad. "Does your house have 'house-atosis?' Then try (some brand name) air freshener." Not very effective advertising since I can't remember the product.

You can see my toes from space. Cryptic, but if you know me, you probably know why.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

And Now a Word about Hummingbirds.

See what happens when I pay attention! Yikes, I get so angry.

And now, a word about hummingbirds.

Hummingbirds are the most aggressive creatures I've ever seen in nature. They are so tiny and yet so territorial. They will battle over the yellow feeders and ignore the blue feeders. The males are so protective of the females and if you watch closely you can witness their sword fights. Fascinating. They are very adept and full of bravado. They are clearly successful breeders. There seems to be no shortage of hummingbirds. They are a gift. What an enormous joy!

Little dicks.

I tried to watch a video tonight that one of my students posted. K. streaming video needs some work. The topic was very disturbing. It was about how giant corporations have been buying up seed lines (Monsanto in particular) and patenting the genes they have introduced into the environment. The genes spread, as life does, and the farmers are infected with the new genes, but have no way of knowing the seeds have blown off a Monsanto truck... have been cultivating their own strains forever, but are now being sued and LOSING in court to Monsanto's patent. Of Manufactured Genes! This is outrageous. Apparently this gained approval under Reagan. Why am I not surprised. We subsidize farmers because of these patents. We are paying more for our food than if we'd let it all alone. Oh, My, GOD. My streaming video didn't let me see the end of the piece, but the point was clear. We have given up our food supply to corporations looking for a profit. And we can't go to WHOLE FOODS anymore because the CEO is clearly a right winger who will never support some health care reform in this country. Look at the news. DON'T GO TO WHOLE FOODS. The CEO thinks we should all just fend for ourselves. (They are too expensive anyway.) Oh. I am just so mad. Is there no corporation that actually looks to the people who use them? Have we come that far in this madness that we've recreated classes? FUCK. Stop it you fucks! CUT IT OUT. You will end up in jail. Is that enough motivation for you? No? You have to have those stupid parties. WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? I don't think you are part of the human race. I think you are an aberration I will continue to think people are good, but you test my patience. Fuck you and go home to your towers. Don't you have enough money yet? How small, really, is your dick?

Friday, August 14, 2009

There's a place for us.

I spent today dealing with the issues that sometimes arise supervising a lot of people all at once. It was productive and, in a way, enlightening. I look forward to tomorrow, as I always do, to face yet some unknown challenge. I think it keeps me young. My face may not show it, but my spirit and energy are certainly a testament to creativity and active thought.. and action. I feel.. what, hmm, young. I know what to do and so I do it. That confidence is satisfying. That may be the fountain of youth. Active activity. The power to not only control the temper of one's day, but to affect those that may need a bit of teaching. "There's a place for us.." Okay. Not the right quote, but if you take it out of context it can be. What the f...k. I can only use what is in my brain.

I miss so many people. I longed again for my mom tonight. I longed for you too Claudia. I long for my husband and my very very dear best friends. But, know, I am happy here. I believe I am doing important work. I enjoy my colleagues and that makes every thing easier.

People keep asking me why my blog doesn't share some theatrical gossip or talk about health care reform (I support health care reform...oh, my god, please.) or other politics, or that fucked up Dick Chaney, but..that is not what sends me to sleep. That is NOT what I want to talk about.

I want to be who I need to be each day to support my "crew." I want to be there for them. It takes 90% of my focus. The rest has to been spent on my dear devoted wonderful husband. That is it. That is life.

I have a job to do. I like my job. I will do it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

There is a reason.

I went to the Farmer's Market last Sunday and bought some heirloom tomatoes (the best! UGLY and I love them!) and 3 perfect roses. I smiled at the vendor and said "how beautiful!" He slipped a fourth rose into my bunch. I will definitely buy flowers from him again. The roses were just wee buds when I bought them but then opened up so perfectly, gave me so much pleasure, I am still delighting in them. (No, I don't have a bud vase here. I used the travel coffee cup. What? Hey, It works!)

You must know by now, my dear reader, I endeavor to find peace each day. Peace peppered with just a bit of adventure. I went to the cactus garden. (I know, "oh, so exciting!" Yeah, well... my world is small.) I took many more pictures, but these two will suffice.

Cacti are weird, but very entertaining. Oddly, right next door to the cactus garden is the rose garden. Again, I took a lot of pictures, but I think everyone has seen a rose garden. You kinda have to be there to really appreciate it. So, one picture will do, for now.
The colors just don't translate. For some reason these flowers did not have a smell. I think it must have been bred out of them. Maybe for those of us who would otherwise sneeze!

I wandered over to the rehearsal studios. I wanted to greet two of my old friends in the cast of "Sammy!" It is a new musical the Old Globe is producing about Sammy Davis Jr. I hadn't seen either friend in years and years. Oh, we had a great reunion! Both were so surprised and pleased. They will be here for a while, longer than I will be, so we will have ample time to catch up. This gives me joy!

Outside the rehearsal studios I recognized poppies. All I could think of was "The Wizard of Oz."
"Poppies, poppies..." Then, "You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night. Step into the sun, step into the light..."

See. Adventure around every corner.

Why, you may ask, do I seek out beauty and harmony? I will answer. The tragedies and injustices I know about, and spend time trying to ease are sometimes too horrific to communicate on a public blog, or even to dwell on very long. If I am not immediately involved, trying to cradle and take care, I will not sit home and brood. These are personal private tragedies, and injustices, not necessarily my own. I am there for my friends and colleagues when they need me. I am no good to them if I let myself become bogged down in a miasma of tears for them. To be strong for others, I have to take control of my own adventure. I am then a better shoulder, and a clearer head for those who need it.

I had some disturbing news today. I arranged to help, then took a walk. Maybe dear reader, you understand me a little bit better, now.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Harpo.

Many long years ago, I went to a Halloween Party dressed as Harpo. I was obsessed with the Marx Brothers at the time. I remember going to a Marx Brothers Film festival with my boyfriend, Danny. It was at the Universal Amphitheatre which was open air in those days. Flash Cadillac played before the first of three films. That was fun. (I am sure I am dating myself!)

An old friend of mine posted this pic on facebook. I'd never seen it. I have to be about 19 years old here. Kinda amazing!
My right hand is holding a horn. My Mom helped me with the costume. That is my Dad's old tux and shirt I am wearing. The scarf was my mother's. I don't remember where we found the hat. You can't see them but I am wearing suspenders and have all sorts of items tucked into the coat. I'm sure I was drunk. I was a math major at the time, but clearly leaning toward the theatrical. Crazy broad.

Just took a moment out from the blog to have a drink with two of my actors. What lovely wonderful people. One had just had a brush with a rattlesnake, and the other has a new baby who is growing up everyday. New information. New and wonderful and sometimes frightening news! But we are all cheery. And, clearly, happy to be employed in such wonderful endeavors.

How could I have imagined, at 19, that my life would be full of little joyous moments. I am pleased. With all the hardships and difficulties life presents us, these little moments can mean everything. They can mean I not only wake up happy, I go to bed happy.

Sorry to be so saccharin. I am just not worried. I like that feeling. I live in a town called "Hope."

See y'all later.

Travel-Blog.

This may be more like a "travel-blog" than an actual blog. A photo journal of my walk today. This is the start of my current favorite path. It is a little dusty, but full of surprises.

Below is the path usually not taken. I took it today just to see where it went. It was a big old circle back.

I wandered across a bridge over the 165 FWY to this very steep slope.
Hard to tell here, but trust me, very steep further up. There is a reward, however. Look what is at the top! I am not sure the real "green" comes through in the photo. It is astounding and breathtaking. I'm am looking back at this green expanse and turn around to see the street I've chosen to walk. Not bad for a City Street. As I was walking this sidewalk a man in dreads came up to me and walked with me for a while. He introduced himself, said he was a musician from Hawaii, but has been living in San Fransisco for the music! He said, "You are so beautiful, I bet you are married." I showed him my ring. We had an innocuous chat, he left me saying, "too bad you are married." I said "33 years." He said "wow! Congratulations!" He smiled and waved and walked away.

Then I came to a statue of a woman who helped create the park. Her name is Kate Sessions. I would have taken a picture of George Marston's statue, he is the "father" of Balboa Park, but there was a homeless guy there and I got a little nervous.

The South Side of the Park. I've never been here before. More paths and more surprises.

There is a "Horseshoe Club" here and the path below is just past that. I didn't think the two older gentlemen playing horseshoes would appreciate my taking pics, so I watched a while and walked on.

I traveled on a bit, saw a tiny view of the bay, turned around to head back on a different path. (It was starting to get a little late for me.) This is where I found myself.

I walked past a young (very handsome) man sitting in the back of his truck and he gave me the most beautiful smile. This is what was around us.

Okay. I was finally on the far side of the Park. Here is a view looking back.

Too cool.

Near the zoo. On the way home.

These palms below are in front of a building named "Tres Palmas." I think they don't know how to count.

Then...back again to my summer "home."

My day ended, finally, with a "Happy Meal." Couldn't help it. Too tired to cook. Love those stupid little burgers, and just enough fries. I'll eat spinach tomorrow.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Dogs and Moving On.

I have things to say, but my neighbor's dog will not stop barking! I am very tolerant, but this is my one evening off before a day off, and I'd like it to be peaceful. I've so many thoughts in my head and all of them went right out. I like dogs. But, like children, they should speak when they are spoken to. I was taught that. Weren't you? My (poor dead) dog was better behaved. I don't have children, so I can't speak to that. Oh, My, God. Stop Barking. I can't think! Okay. The owner just came home. I told him. Maybe that was rude, but you know, he is rude to leave me with his barking dog. Yikes. I hate to criticize. Folks need to be aware that they don't live in the world alone!

Done. Done with that. The dog is now outside, taken on his walk, which is clearly what he needed. All is quiet again. Fuck.

Forgot everything I wanted to talk about. Maybe that is okay. We had a CRAZY show tonight. And yet, we still got a great ovation. Testimony to a good show. Yay.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Not too many of those left. I will revel in the now.
I will have champagne cocktails. I will invite my new friends. I will rest and I will love.
Life. It is cool. It just happens.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Naming and Seeing.

I went walking today. Finally, time to really walk. I found myself in new places with new and weird plant life. I explored paths I'd never taken before. The day was cooler and the flora new and strange.
What is this tree? (Okay, there is my thumb, but what the heck is this tree?) Hmm. I name it: "The Reaching Tree."

I wandered on. In someone's front yard I noticed a peculiar cactus. I walked on. I got about a block away and had to turn around. What had I just seen?
I had to take two pictures. Look closely. I call these "Penis Cacti."

I came upon these strangely beautiful flowers. Don't know the name. I could make it up. You'd probably buy it. My dad always said if you said something with enough confidence, people believe it. (That may be a comment on our sociopolitical problems right now.) I will call these flowers "Festival Blooms."

I went through a garden dedicated to medicinal plants and plants used in ritual. Okay... this is true. This is an "Allspice Tree."
I know. It looks like a "tree." But, I'm telling you, I pulled a bud off the tree and my fingers smelled like allspice for the rest of the walk. Allspice grows on trees! Who knew?

I walked through a very young Redwood grove. I didn't take pictures. I live in California. I have a bazillion pictures of Redwoods. Love them.. my favorite tree, but this is not about that.
Came out of the Redwood grove and nearly bumped into this!
Okay. Looks like a palm tree. What amazing flowers! Hanging off the tree! It seemed incongruous. Wish you'd been there. Such a nice surprise. So..."Surprise Palm." (caution: may be poisonous!)

Along another path...it was calling me...I came upon this strange and slightly familiar tree on the edge of a meadow. I have two views, coming and going. I think it is a "Monkey Puzzle Tree", but it doesn't look like what I think a "Monkey Puzzle" is. So.

Finally I came upon a tiny forest of varied foliage. But, if you look in the distance of this photo, past what looks like a fallen tree, you will see a tree that looks like it just needed to take a nap.

"The Sleeping Tree." Treebeard would be proud.

This was the end of my adventure. I turned around and walked home through the neighborhoods. I have more to explore. Later. What a world. It gives me hope. I hope to give hope back.

Seeing is the first step.

Friday, August 7, 2009

I laugh in the dark.

I try to leave work at work. I try to live and look and read and play when I am not. I try to keep it all focused and directed and not let one bleed into the other.

I find I rest better and get more life accomplished if I am not stressing about what needs to be done tomorrow at work. Or, if a work task is out-standing and needs to be done, I will do it right away. I don't want it hanging over me for another minute. Let me take an hour now. I'll get it done and move on, or go back to sleep, or whatever. The point is, I can then let go.

I find I work better if my focus stays on the task at hand. I am a bit of a work-oholic and I find I can let my life go during those hours of the day I'm paid to pay attention. Oh, let's face it. I'm motivated by more than money to pay attention. I love my work. I want it to be good. I'm vested in it and I believe in it. This is what makes my work easy and what makes my work hard. I care.

I care.

I get too tired too. Those times, I need to protect myself and go back to my life, my husband, my family and myself. I'm better at both if I take the time to "do something else."

Blogging for me is doing a little something else. I do wish it were a bit more of a conversation sometimes. But, it is what it is. Is anybody reading? Do I care all that much? I think I do. I'm not sure I want to care. I talk to the trees.

I laugh in the dark.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Later.

Early afternoon. I have a few loose details to attend to, then I can get inside my head and walk. I hear the building stirring. With most of us on a late night schedule now, we tend to stay up late and sleep late. It is okay, but we are like vampires and have no real connection outside our little community.

I try to "keep up." I find my world is still quite narrow. My concerns are small and inclusive of family, friends, and colleagues. I have some control at this level and that allows me a certain amount of security. When I think of the wider world, I feel angry and helpless, worried yet hopeful. I don't think about the future. I think about right now.

This will change. Maybe later today. I have very strong opinions, sometimes didactic, but I haven't followed current events enough lately to back my opinions.

Maybe I'll buy and read a newspaper. Later.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"Game Night" and the Apartment Below.

There is just something so wrong about vodka and a chocolate cookie. It is just a little this side of decadent. Not like scotch and Fig Newtons. Or wine and cheese. Or even champagne cocktails and fries. (Done them all.) Maybe decadent is not the word. Maybe it is just simple indulgence. Perhaps vodka and a plum would be better, but ooh, I love those sugary cookies.

Work is over for the day. Successful and satisfying. We had a very large and enthusiastic crowd this evening. We did Twelfth Night tonight. Hilarious and moving. The cast is winding down at "Game Night." This is a party that takes place in the apartment above me. I can hear it clearly. They drink, eat and play group games. I don't want to go, so I won't. Sometimes it is nicer to sit alone and contemplate the days. Perspicacity. That is what I am looking for. A little wisdom and perspective. A little serenity. A little peace. (Especially since I can't get the "and quiet"...)
I took this picture today. The clouds were a result of the high humidity, but they made a great backdrop for this very tall tree. I used my phone! Still amazing to me.

The tree made me happy. I'd forgotten if I'd locked my car, (no short term memory left) so I'd doubled back to check and my luck was good. I was looking up.

Oh! Sounds like Game Night is a hugh success! (Lots of cheering and applause and feet stomping on my ceiling!) I don't begrudge them this. I rejoice they like one another enough to spend even more time together. Kinda wondrous, really.

Maybe I'll just go check in on them. They are very dear to me, after all, and in my care.

Maybe I won't and instead just appreciate my beautiful company from the apartment below.

It is all good from here.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

"That was really good!"

Another day gone, another set of problems to solve. My mentor and good good friend used to say, "This too shall pass." Words of wisdom, and I remember them often.

"This too shall pass." There is no judgement in the comment. It is only a statement of fact. Good, bad or indifferent, "this too shall pass." When I enjoy the experience, it is a reminder to appreciate and treasure the moment. When I'd rather be doing something, anything else, it keeps me focused, knowing time takes care of all. I like it. I like a statement that is true all the time. It gives me comfort.

I am eating wasabi almonds and drinking a little vodka. I don't have a show tomorrow. Weird for a Saturday. It is a scheduled day off, nothing has gone wrong. But, I find that changes to my routine upset my rhythm a bit. I am so used to working, time off is anathema. So, I am a little off-kilter. The problems will have to wait yet another day. It's okay, I adapt, it is just weird.

I overheard a husband say to his wife tonight, "Well, honey, that was really good!" He was surprised. I was pleased. The show was/is "really good." I'm glad you came and had a nice time. Come again. We have two other shows that are "really good." Bring your friends!


I don't know why people have to be convinced to come to the theatre. I don't know why we've such a bad rep. "Too high-brow, too hard to understand, boring..." Theatre is such a wonderfully unique experience, I would think audiences would flock. We are a hard sell in hard times. We are a hard sell, when the internet demands everyone's attention and time and that is just too bad. The personal immediate relationship that forms between artist and audience is priceless and new every night. The theatrical experience is ancient and new. It is, perhaps, a better way for us all to connect than anything else out there, including facebook. Certainly better than television or youtube. Youtube is fun, don't get me wrong, I appreciate all our new technology, but technology is limited. Theatre is not. It just.. is not!

(We have a saying in this business. "We can do whatever you want. We can do it fast, cheap and good. Pick two.")

Go see a show!