Sweet Lenten Regrets
This Lenten evening / Your orphaned feast occasioned / My penance haiku.
Industriousness. Self-improvement. Thrift. And orange slime.
The girl amusing herself on our 70m commute to rehearsal, as we listen to the LibriVox “Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.”
Oklahoma Was Never Really O.K. (Frank Rich, Vulture)
“Oklahoma! was greeted as jingoistic entertainment in 1943, perhaps in part because a wartime audience didn’t want to see that the musical’s celebration of the platonic ideal of Great America was qualified by a brutal acknowledgment of how cruelly America can fall short.” –Frank Rich
Elmo? Yes, I do mind. I learned far more from Bert.
Like plenty of people my age, I grew up watching Sesame Street. As a parent of kids born in 1998 and 2002, the dominance of Elmo was notable. We purchased a handful of videos and games, and regularly cycled through the videos and games at our library. I remember being disappointed that the other characters were getting sidelined to make room for more and more Elmo, whose stories skewed young. When…
Me Checking into My #4C19 Conference Hotel Room
I’ll just mark a few more papers before heading out for a bucket of ice.
I was part of a nerve-racking, thrilling attempt to break a world record
I drove the girl and myself to the Palace Theatre at 6am to audition for Children of Eden, the show that Stage Right announced at 5:30am that morning, cast and rehearsed throughout the day, and produced the same night at 8. Hovering over the stage, a projection counted down the 14 hours and 30 minutes from the unboxing of the scripts to the dimming of the house lights and…