It's July. JULY. I am a bad blogger. i have not even read some blogs in months. Most blogs. Pretty much every blog is unread. I have been busy. I was in a couple shows, both came out very nicely. I produced my theatre company's first show. It was very great. A lot of very's. Very very happy to be done with the spring. I always try to not bring parenthood into the subject of my theatre pursuits, but the plain truth is that doing back to back shows and working and running the theatre company is enough for anyone. But add to that my smallers and it can feel like one is being drawn and quartered.
I have decided to take the summer off. As much as I can at least. No performing. It's always hard to say no to a part, hell even an audition. But I am so burnt right now i might crumble to a pile of ash if I take on anything else.
Plus I like having a little more hang time with the smallers. They are cool. I promise to publish the 'Summer To Do List' soon. I have had multiple folks ask about it. Yes it is written, and yes it is on the fridge, and yes we have already checked off a bunch.
My buddy P wants to hang out next week. I said 'Absolutely - just don't make me go to a show.' I want to sit in the sunshine or soak in some night air and do something that is not ART.
You can't make me.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
big yellow galaxy
Smallest has the best quotes getting off the bus every day.
Monday: Great day! I started a gang.
Tuesday: I found out that you are not supposed to put your middle finger up all by itself.
Wednesday: (Very sad face, trudging off the bus) I lost all of my friends.
Thursday: Got my friends back!
Friday: Guess what guess what guesswhatguesswhattguesssswhhaaaatttt! My spy mission is on.
Kindergarten is an alternate universe.
Monday: Great day! I started a gang.
Tuesday: I found out that you are not supposed to put your middle finger up all by itself.
Wednesday: (Very sad face, trudging off the bus) I lost all of my friends.
Thursday: Got my friends back!
Friday: Guess what guess what guesswhatguesswhattguesssswhhaaaatttt! My spy mission is on.
Kindergarten is an alternate universe.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
spinning word hotness
Hades' Pitch
by Rita Dove
If I could just touch your ankle, he whispers, there
on the inside, above the bone—leans closer,
breath of lime and pepper—I know I could
make love to you. She considers
this, secretly thrilled, though she wasn’t quite
sure what he meant. He was good
with words, words that went straight to the liver.
Was she falling for him out of sheer boredom—
cooped up in this anything-but-humble dive, stone
gargoyles leering and brocade drapes licked with fire?
Her ankle burns where he described it. She sighs
just as her mother aboveground stumbles, is caught
by the fetlock—bereft in an instant—
while the Great Man drives home his desire.
by Rita Dove
If I could just touch your ankle, he whispers, there
on the inside, above the bone—leans closer,
breath of lime and pepper—I know I could
make love to you. She considers
this, secretly thrilled, though she wasn’t quite
sure what he meant. He was good
with words, words that went straight to the liver.
Was she falling for him out of sheer boredom—
cooped up in this anything-but-humble dive, stone
gargoyles leering and brocade drapes licked with fire?
Her ankle burns where he described it. She sighs
just as her mother aboveground stumbles, is caught
by the fetlock—bereft in an instant—
while the Great Man drives home his desire.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
tasting language
Sometimes, like this morning, while putting on her shoes, Smallest will repeat one word over and over:
"Francisco"
"Francisco"
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
the big one oh
Small's birthday is tomorrow. He is not so small anymore; I might have to give him a new pseudonym on this blog. More than anything that kid wants clothes, and music stuff, and gift cards. He is turning into a preteen. He does not want toys anymore. That's utterly surreal. Double digits this year. I have been a mom for 10 whole years. Small is a pretty amazing guy. So sensitive and smart and aware of the world. He can be so demanding, but he is such a cool individual to talk to. Don't know if that was parenting, or if that's just him. But either way - lucky me.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
hardy har hard
Two nights ago we had that rehearsal where you just cannot stop giggling. On stage, fighting the urge to laugh is so much worse than fighting... say... the urge to cry, or yell, which might have some real dramatic value. Breaking with laughter - not helpful. Yes its funny, yes its fun. But it also gets frustrating, because you just want to get through the scene. There are some fairly hysterical moments in this show, and it can be just as hard to be funny, as it can be to watch the funniness without breaking.
Heir director would just stop us. Tell us to breathe, and then say 'Are you all done now?'.
Yes. Breathing. Want to laugh, but breathing instead. Bite inside of cheeks. Look at scene partners forehead, not in his eyes. Ignore the designer's muffled laughter from off stage. Breathe. And. Get. Through. The. Scene.
Heir director would just stop us. Tell us to breathe, and then say 'Are you all done now?'.
Yes. Breathing. Want to laugh, but breathing instead. Bite inside of cheeks. Look at scene partners forehead, not in his eyes. Ignore the designer's muffled laughter from off stage. Breathe. And. Get. Through. The. Scene.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Rehearsing a show. Working on the theatre company. A lot. After a dry spell, I got a bunch of freelance work too. I am also trying to spend as much attention and time on the Smallers as possible.
I feel a little like Fullerton's gals. Flying through my world with out any real control. Just imagined.
I saw In Between when it was in DC last year. I love her work.
I feel a little like Fullerton's gals. Flying through my world with out any real control. Just imagined.
I saw In Between when it was in DC last year. I love her work.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
guilt candy
Walking out of a restaurant on Sunday night Small took a quarter out of his pocket to buy a gumball. Right next to the gumball machine was a collection box for cancer research funds.
He hesitated, then dropped the quarter in the cancer research fund.
Small: I can't believe they put that right next to the gumball machine.
Me: Why?
Small: Well how could I buy a gumball with that being right there. I would feel awful.
Me: Yeah?
Small: Yeah, it would be like chewing a cancer ball.
Me: OK then.
He hesitated, then dropped the quarter in the cancer research fund.
Small: I can't believe they put that right next to the gumball machine.
Me: Why?
Small: Well how could I buy a gumball with that being right there. I would feel awful.
Me: Yeah?
Small: Yeah, it would be like chewing a cancer ball.
Me: OK then.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
solid earth
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them.
-President Barack Obama, Inaugural Address
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them.
-President Barack Obama, Inaugural Address
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
the future is close to home
I am going to head over and see Daisy's show next week. I am curious to see what the piece is like because I have felt like the discourse surrounding the show has become become fairly hyper at times. Its about time we have this conversation here, and it is a discussion I look forward to hearing. Heck, I may even stay for the round table discussion, even though I am going on the 'state of the union' night and not the '2034' discussion night, which I would rather hear.
My belief is that the future of American theatre may very well be regional. No, let me restate that, because regional implies that it is still in an urban setting. How about 'local theatre'. There is a vast population of educated, cultural people who do not live in cities. Movie theatres are abundant in every town, but not theatre companies.
When I dreamt of my theatre company I was centererd on it mission and the artistic realization of that mission. When I started out founding it, I did mostly market and demographic research of the area in which I wanted to establish the theatre. I have always had strong opinions about theatre, and about wanting to make theatre. That love for theatre, however, was not part of the answer to the question "How will this flourish?". I chose to create it outside of the city limits, and modeled my growth goals after other thriving theatres in the 'burbs.
It has occured to me for years that part of the reason that theatre audiences are dwindling has everything to do with location. My thought is that audiences are not actually dwindling as much as they are spreading out. As the urban sprawl continues so does the aggravation over commuting. I know that I currently commute into DC for every acting job I take, and its not easy. When I did a breakdown of education, cultural interests, and median income, I found that the outerlying suburbs of DC offered a very likely population of theatre goers. All of whom do not want to haul into the city to go to the theatre. They have to be hard core theatre lovers to stray that far from home after their work week. There is, of course, the ticket price issue as well. In my mind if I offered a resonable ticket price, free parking, and an easy commute, it would make theatre going the entertainment it is supposed to be instead of the chore it can become.
Case in point. I recently went to see a friends show at Woolly Mammoth. With both STC's stages going full swing, Verizon Centers events and Woolly's shows, the parking there has become nightmarish. Add to that the fact that many parking garages close at 9 and yeesh! I was 20 minutes late and so over it all by the time I took my seat (FYI, the remainder that I saw of BOOM was wonderfully done).
Why is it that as the population of this country spreads out, as do the coffee houses, bars, restaurants, movie theaters, yoga studios, and high end grocery stores, the theatre stays rooted in the city? Do we think folks living outside the city are just not that into us? I think they are just making do until something they really like comes along. The county I live in has been in the top three fastest growing counties in the U.S. for over 5 years. The folks who are moving my way are mostly former city dwellers - oh and their democrats as well (give it up for a recently BLUE Virginia!).
Here's hoping I am right and this new company becomes their new stomping grounds.
My belief is that the future of American theatre may very well be regional. No, let me restate that, because regional implies that it is still in an urban setting. How about 'local theatre'. There is a vast population of educated, cultural people who do not live in cities. Movie theatres are abundant in every town, but not theatre companies.
When I dreamt of my theatre company I was centererd on it mission and the artistic realization of that mission. When I started out founding it, I did mostly market and demographic research of the area in which I wanted to establish the theatre. I have always had strong opinions about theatre, and about wanting to make theatre. That love for theatre, however, was not part of the answer to the question "How will this flourish?". I chose to create it outside of the city limits, and modeled my growth goals after other thriving theatres in the 'burbs.
It has occured to me for years that part of the reason that theatre audiences are dwindling has everything to do with location. My thought is that audiences are not actually dwindling as much as they are spreading out. As the urban sprawl continues so does the aggravation over commuting. I know that I currently commute into DC for every acting job I take, and its not easy. When I did a breakdown of education, cultural interests, and median income, I found that the outerlying suburbs of DC offered a very likely population of theatre goers. All of whom do not want to haul into the city to go to the theatre. They have to be hard core theatre lovers to stray that far from home after their work week. There is, of course, the ticket price issue as well. In my mind if I offered a resonable ticket price, free parking, and an easy commute, it would make theatre going the entertainment it is supposed to be instead of the chore it can become.
Case in point. I recently went to see a friends show at Woolly Mammoth. With both STC's stages going full swing, Verizon Centers events and Woolly's shows, the parking there has become nightmarish. Add to that the fact that many parking garages close at 9 and yeesh! I was 20 minutes late and so over it all by the time I took my seat (FYI, the remainder that I saw of BOOM was wonderfully done).
Why is it that as the population of this country spreads out, as do the coffee houses, bars, restaurants, movie theaters, yoga studios, and high end grocery stores, the theatre stays rooted in the city? Do we think folks living outside the city are just not that into us? I think they are just making do until something they really like comes along. The county I live in has been in the top three fastest growing counties in the U.S. for over 5 years. The folks who are moving my way are mostly former city dwellers - oh and their democrats as well (give it up for a recently BLUE Virginia!).
Here's hoping I am right and this new company becomes their new stomping grounds.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
goodbye shane
You always made me feel like a million bucks. I hope I was clear about how fantastic you were as well. If I had known that last big bear hug you gave me was the last one I would get, I would have demanded seconds. Rest easy my dear. I will miss you.
Friday, December 12, 2008
surf, bread, water...
It's been too long.
The theatre company is moving and grooving. After our last board meeting I had my first big breath of 'It's all going to work out'. Having them look at the budget I proposed and not go screaming from the room was the first good sign. Them all thinking that the amount was manageable during these volatile economic times was simply fantastic. I know that in years to come I may disagree with my board and we may duke it out over some things I feel very staunchly on, but this group of eight people were awesome. They listened, challenged me with thoughtful and helpful questions, aided me in some tough choices and then put their support behind the agenda and MONEY for the next year. I am deeply grateful to have this group.
Artistically we are still simmering. We have a few pots on the burners. This first full production is in May and is already shaping up to be wonderful - great director and design team signed on and almost fully cast - so much amazing talent. Meanwhile we have a slew of other small events and readings helping us get our name out there and giving us the chance to work with a lot of great folks.
Of course as soon as I decided to go full throttle with this company a bunch of acting opportunities started cropping up. Raining and pouring. It is always a struggle to pick and choose projects. I know that I would rather be in the situation of having to choose, but having to let go of an opportunity always hurts... and to top it of, these are great parts. Gggaarrrgghhh! Where were these parts when I had that 7 month lull?! It always works like this.
And in other news... I have not done one thing for the holidays. Not one. Its shaping up to be the best Christmas/Hannukah ever.
The theatre company is moving and grooving. After our last board meeting I had my first big breath of 'It's all going to work out'. Having them look at the budget I proposed and not go screaming from the room was the first good sign. Them all thinking that the amount was manageable during these volatile economic times was simply fantastic. I know that in years to come I may disagree with my board and we may duke it out over some things I feel very staunchly on, but this group of eight people were awesome. They listened, challenged me with thoughtful and helpful questions, aided me in some tough choices and then put their support behind the agenda and MONEY for the next year. I am deeply grateful to have this group.
Artistically we are still simmering. We have a few pots on the burners. This first full production is in May and is already shaping up to be wonderful - great director and design team signed on and almost fully cast - so much amazing talent. Meanwhile we have a slew of other small events and readings helping us get our name out there and giving us the chance to work with a lot of great folks.
Of course as soon as I decided to go full throttle with this company a bunch of acting opportunities started cropping up. Raining and pouring. It is always a struggle to pick and choose projects. I know that I would rather be in the situation of having to choose, but having to let go of an opportunity always hurts... and to top it of, these are great parts. Gggaarrrgghhh! Where were these parts when I had that 7 month lull?! It always works like this.
And in other news... I have not done one thing for the holidays. Not one. Its shaping up to be the best Christmas/Hannukah ever.
Monday, October 20, 2008
click, clickity, clunk
I have written a couple starts to my 'Farewell to Blogging' post, and find that I just can't do it. I can't let go. Since starting the theatre company I write like have not written since...well ever.
I write passion statements, mission statements, donor letters, budgets, grant proposals, contracts, bylaws, fundraising strategies, marketing material, web content, play synopses, emails, emails, emails, project proposals, code of ethics, agendas, and emails, emails, emails. I am burning out all the time and have little...well ok, nothing left that I feel the need to write about. I wish I could just have a conversation instead of having to type. But I don't want to talk about the theatre company; because I spend every day pitching it, and selling it, and convincing people to give me money, and space, and time and stuff, for it.
I would rather talk about what you are doing. I really, really would.
I hope you are well bloggy folk. I still read what you are writing, even if I am off the radar. I read your hi jinks, Isaac, and yours too, Matt. I keep up with you, Adam, and you Sheila (can't wait to meet the kid in person when your in town next). I can't stop visiting Dup, just to see how the west coast is going, and I am so sad that Rorschach has taken a blogging hiatus (I miss their tomfoolery). I keep up with Grote and Daisy and meander through countless other blogs as often as possible. I adore all you troublemakers.
But.... I cannot keep up with it all. I have smallers for Christ's sake. If you are in DC and want to chat. Let's go for a drink.
So I am not saying goodbye, but I am continuing my break, sabbatical, what have you. Keep blogging and talk to you soon.
I write passion statements, mission statements, donor letters, budgets, grant proposals, contracts, bylaws, fundraising strategies, marketing material, web content, play synopses, emails, emails, emails, project proposals, code of ethics, agendas, and emails, emails, emails. I am burning out all the time and have little...well ok, nothing left that I feel the need to write about. I wish I could just have a conversation instead of having to type. But I don't want to talk about the theatre company; because I spend every day pitching it, and selling it, and convincing people to give me money, and space, and time and stuff, for it.
I would rather talk about what you are doing. I really, really would.
I hope you are well bloggy folk. I still read what you are writing, even if I am off the radar. I read your hi jinks, Isaac, and yours too, Matt. I keep up with you, Adam, and you Sheila (can't wait to meet the kid in person when your in town next). I can't stop visiting Dup, just to see how the west coast is going, and I am so sad that Rorschach has taken a blogging hiatus (I miss their tomfoolery). I keep up with Grote and Daisy and meander through countless other blogs as often as possible. I adore all you troublemakers.
But.... I cannot keep up with it all. I have smallers for Christ's sake. If you are in DC and want to chat. Let's go for a drink.
So I am not saying goodbye, but I am continuing my break, sabbatical, what have you. Keep blogging and talk to you soon.
Friday, September 05, 2008
gonna make it big
Last night Smaller performed his new one man play:
Karate Baby: The Musical
It. Was. Incredible. He played both himself and Karate Baby.
The best part was when the baby doll that he puppeteered (which he took from Smallest's room, it is wearing a pink outfit with matching hat) told him to stop singing and they got in a huge karate fight. Karate Baby used her stellar ninja moves to beat the crap out of Smaller, and then right as you thought Smaller was done for he rallied and completely annihilated Karate Baby. When Karate Baby was down for good, Smaller sang "Karate Baby! You are fiiiiiniiiiiished" in a big operatic voice.
The End
Karate Baby: The Musical
It. Was. Incredible. He played both himself and Karate Baby.
The best part was when the baby doll that he puppeteered (which he took from Smallest's room, it is wearing a pink outfit with matching hat) told him to stop singing and they got in a huge karate fight. Karate Baby used her stellar ninja moves to beat the crap out of Smaller, and then right as you thought Smaller was done for he rallied and completely annihilated Karate Baby. When Karate Baby was down for good, Smaller sang "Karate Baby! You are fiiiiiniiiiiished" in a big operatic voice.
The End
Saturday, August 23, 2008
whilst i do not have it in me to write
One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
bits o' tid
What a summer! Still slogging through a ton of stuff. Shows, writing, reading, designing, blah blah. But for the moment...
Indy theatre in NYC gets organized. h/t Freeman
In fairly disturbing news, ads are the new edgy theatre. Come to think of it, this may be a good way to fund an entire season. Imagine just doing ads for two hours at a pop. Who says its not artsy?! Fine it may not be artsy...but is it fartsy?
And, phew, this came back a week or two after it went down. Now I can breath easy and look at food porn again. It's like the good old days, only now I appreciate it even more.
Indy theatre in NYC gets organized. h/t Freeman
In fairly disturbing news, ads are the new edgy theatre. Come to think of it, this may be a good way to fund an entire season. Imagine just doing ads for two hours at a pop. Who says its not artsy?! Fine it may not be artsy...but is it fartsy?
And, phew, this came back a week or two after it went down. Now I can breath easy and look at food porn again. It's like the good old days, only now I appreciate it even more.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
cake walk
Smallest turned 5 yesterday. As she was tucked into bed last night, she turned over and whispered to herself "I did it, I'm 5 now."
I think that too. I think "She did it. I did it. We made it another round."
And on the note of smallers, and as promised here is their...
Summer To Do List 2008
[] Go to the pool
[] Water Balloon Fight
[] Play with Barbie Dolls
[] Go to a Water Park
[] Play Baseball at School
[] Play with Uncle X before he goes to Iraq
[] Go on a Vacation
[] Magic Show
[] Amusement Park
[] Go to the Movie Theater
[] Get Ice Cream
[] Go on a walk
[] Make an Obstacle Course
[] Go to the Creek
[] Do Detective Work
[] Have Jam Sessions
[] Read and go to the Library
[] Have a Dance Party
[] Go to our babysitter's House
[] Have friends over
[] Sleepover party
[] Have a Tea party
[] Go see a Play
[] Go see a Music Concert maybe at Pancake Mountain
[] Baltimore Science Museum
[] Mount Vernon
[] Camping
[] Get New Rooms
[] Go to the Mall
[] Paint Smallest’s Wall
[] Costume Contest
[] Do an Art Project
[] See Cousins
[] Watch Camp Rock
[] Have a family Movie Night
[] Write a Play
[] Write a Song
[] Write a Story
[] Play a music concert
[] HAVE EXTRA SUPER DUPER FUN!!!!!!
They keep adding, but it was time to share.
Happy summering!
I think that too. I think "She did it. I did it. We made it another round."
And on the note of smallers, and as promised here is their...
Summer To Do List 2008
[] Go to the pool
[] Water Balloon Fight
[] Play with Barbie Dolls
[] Go to a Water Park
[] Play Baseball at School
[] Play with Uncle X before he goes to Iraq
[] Go on a Vacation
[] Magic Show
[] Amusement Park
[] Go to the Movie Theater
[] Get Ice Cream
[] Go on a walk
[] Make an Obstacle Course
[] Go to the Creek
[] Do Detective Work
[] Have Jam Sessions
[] Read and go to the Library
[] Have a Dance Party
[] Go to our babysitter's House
[] Have friends over
[] Sleepover party
[] Have a Tea party
[] Go see a Play
[] Go see a Music Concert maybe at Pancake Mountain
[] Baltimore Science Museum
[] Mount Vernon
[] Camping
[] Get New Rooms
[] Go to the Mall
[] Paint Smallest’s Wall
[] Costume Contest
[] Do an Art Project
[] See Cousins
[] Watch Camp Rock
[] Have a family Movie Night
[] Write a Play
[] Write a Song
[] Write a Story
[] Play a music concert
[] HAVE EXTRA SUPER DUPER FUN!!!!!!
They keep adding, but it was time to share.
Happy summering!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
a well a well a well a huh
I am in the belly of THE MAN's house as I type this post. My last day. Oh wait...did I say that right? YES I DID! This. Is. My. Last. Day. Working on this contract. I never have to come here again. Hallefrickinlujah!
I cannot explain to you what this gray, fluorescent dungeon does to me. I feel pastey and dry and cardboardy when I am here. THE MAN wants to take away my spark, chutzpah, charm, the thing that makes me, me.
But enough. I am here writing on THE MAN's dime, and then I shall walk out into the sunshine and be free. Free to soak in the summer with the smallers in between my busy nights. The smallers have put together their annual 'Summer To Do' list, which I will be sure to share at a later time.
So, yes, I have been busy. I have had some big graphic design jobs, rehearsals for my summer show as well as for one of the pieces in the Source Festival.
Now I plug something I think is way cool. The Source Festival. Go to it. The building looks amazing and the lineup of artists is so rock and roll that it makes me feel like I am uber groovy for being in there with them.
The other thing I have been busy with is my new baby. You heard it here folks. I have given birth to a bouncing baby theatre company! I will pass out cigars once our non profit status is finalized. Yup, we have a board and bylaws, a website in the building, and a million other things I won't name, and all the crazy amount of work that one could ask for in five lifetimes. But she is here and she is already loved, and she is already proving to be a lot of trouble, but gosh darn it she is going to grow up to be beautiful. She has so much potential.
For the moment that is all the sharing I got in me. More soon.
I cannot explain to you what this gray, fluorescent dungeon does to me. I feel pastey and dry and cardboardy when I am here. THE MAN wants to take away my spark, chutzpah, charm, the thing that makes me, me.
But enough. I am here writing on THE MAN's dime, and then I shall walk out into the sunshine and be free. Free to soak in the summer with the smallers in between my busy nights. The smallers have put together their annual 'Summer To Do' list, which I will be sure to share at a later time.
So, yes, I have been busy. I have had some big graphic design jobs, rehearsals for my summer show as well as for one of the pieces in the Source Festival.
Now I plug something I think is way cool. The Source Festival. Go to it. The building looks amazing and the lineup of artists is so rock and roll that it makes me feel like I am uber groovy for being in there with them.
The other thing I have been busy with is my new baby. You heard it here folks. I have given birth to a bouncing baby theatre company! I will pass out cigars once our non profit status is finalized. Yup, we have a board and bylaws, a website in the building, and a million other things I won't name, and all the crazy amount of work that one could ask for in five lifetimes. But she is here and she is already loved, and she is already proving to be a lot of trouble, but gosh darn it she is going to grow up to be beautiful. She has so much potential.
For the moment that is all the sharing I got in me. More soon.
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