there comes this point during the rehearsal or the run of a show that you feel the lines lock. you hope that it happens during tech week, that last week that ends with opening night. you start to speak the lines in character, naturally, not from memory, and oddly enough it seems to dawn on …
So where have I been? What am I doing? It feels as if I have left the poor site in an empty apartment awaiting my eventual return. Thankfully, it is built more like a dromedary cactus than a puppy. It survives and sustains, albeit a bit stunted. So what has taken all of my time? …
final dress rehearsal. the tradition holds that a final dress rehearsal is destined to be hideous, a thing that dares to dash all those built-up hopes of a good show. a bad final dress equals a good opening. hogwash. a bad final dress simply comes out of nervousness and anticipation, the knowing that this is …
tonight is the first of the debates. gore will sling data. bush will parry with jokes. the whole country will behold the witty repartee of two amateur stand up comedians. and laugh… at least right now.
you can definitely tell that i am in the throes of another play. everything else seems to get kicked to the side, like laundry. you know, when you spend the whole evening doing laundry and you finally finish that second or third load, and you dump all the clothes on your bed. they are ready …
wow. a mighty lapse. you can always tell when all of the burners are boiling, as the website goes to the wayside. someone told me that they can tell when things are cooking in my life, because my site seems to simply clam up and keep to itself. but i guess i am back to …
the weekend. i am in need of one, but why do i get the feeling that this is going to be one of those weekends that is really just a really long weekday in disguise?
there is always this cacophony on my floor. not like a stock exchange, but its a constant over-the-tops-of-the-cubes discussion about who-said-this and she-said-that. luckilly, the conversations have nothing to do with me.
full moon again. found a box of file folders from just after college. playscripts. letters. photos. i cannot tell you how much i relish this physical evidence of good memories.
i have been lax. but it felt good to disjoin for awhile. so five days later, i am back… with tales to tell and things to say. unless i decide to put them off until tomorrow. or the next day. or the next. or…
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