Over the weekend I had a cosmic message to produce an adaptation of Bertolt Brecht's MOTHER COURAGE & HER CHILDREN at Pratt... adapted in modern dress and set in the Middle East, present day ( Read more... )

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The trick when loves comes along? Run the other way! That's what the people in the 1932 pre-code Hollywood movies do. Let it come catch you, love loves exercise.

Love is the destroyer... it wont stop, and it don't stop. As inevitable as a guilty conscience, capable of catastrophic damage to make hurricanes seem tepidly torpored

Holly's a vegetable, and I'm not doing that much better, with bloodless fingers and hair that hurts when it's cut, and my selfless love of others leaking out of the hole in my shoe.

Every word hurts my brain as it departs. Can't... go... on. Send whiskey, I mean water, I mean COFFEE!

A beautiful night and I'm cranky - one more night of Inga... I thought it would be tonight. Chris Martiny's play was brilliant but Daphne's little child was behind me talking all through it, and my ego was having a hard enough time being quiet--what with Martiny's way with words, a way of many pauses and repetitions... and ellipses ( Read more... )

With the advent of the good weather over the last few days I've been able to really relax and move into a state of happiness and mellow I can only remember having at the tail end of long acid trips, during the "melting glacier" years of early sobriety or two years ago when I fell in love at first sight and lost my marbles like Lucifer in the Sky ( Read more... )

Jesus! I've been inundated with helicopter parents the last few days... it's an epi-freakin-demic ( Read more... )

Man, if McCain picks a pro-life VP, I just may have to vote for him ( Read more... )

I'm better now... sorry about my whiny outburst. All is well... until the rapture, that is. and it's going to be soon.

The freshman class this semester will graduate in 2012... bum bum BUMMMMMMM! Gentlemen and ladies, prepare thy psionic arks and life rafts for the voyage to fourth density.

My psychic friend Clare keeps saying I wont be in my apartment come October, when my lease is up, and now it's gone up to where I'm simply drowning trying to maintain the rent, even with a freelance job on the side ( Read more... )