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Time Passes
People persuaded me that Blogging was a necessity to my career, so I started blogging. Three blogs ( Read more... ) -
Blogging
I got one of those messages from myspace which I misinterpreted, so I came online to make sure my friend was ok. In fact, she had not posted since 2008. Nobody has posted since 2009, including me ( Read more... ) -
Life, the Universe, and Everything.
The Herakles Play is finished and will be premiered at the Rustic Dionüsia on December 12th ( Read more... ) -
At Long Last
First off: I hate the fact that this blog requires me to misspell mine own name to log in. But that's technology. Some day there will be a wreckoning ( Read more... ) -
I've been busy
Just a quick note to let you know why the travelog has been in abeyance for three months: I've been busy, overworked, inundated with younglings, and am now a month behind on the book: as well as about to open in the Great Dickens Fair in no less than three consecutive roles ( Read more... ) -
"Home Is the Sailor..." Part Nine
It might be well to say at this point that a certain amount of notoriety had attached to my fall during the race at Nemea. Mr. and Mrs. Economu had mentioned that they saw me on TV. At the dinner and performance at the De Laet's place, Dr. Miller noted that he had been by the Nemea Museum right after we had, and that the people there said to him ( Read more... ) -
"Home Is the Sailor..." Part Eight
I think it was about five years ago ( Read more... ) -
"Home Is the Sailor..." Part Seven
Monday morning started with a trip to Tyrins ( Read more... ) -
"Home Is the Sailor..." Part Six
After the bleeding, after the dehydration, Diana and I slept in late on Sunday morning. With all the cuts, abrasions, and general gore, Diana had to help me take a shower. I think that day got muzzy in my memory, because in asking Diana what we did (she took notes) I discovered that I have made some mistakes in my narration ( Read more... ) -
"Home Is the Sailor..." Part Five
I really do not have any sense of what a kilometer is. I don't mean intellectually, I have a pretty good idea of it that way. It is the gut level that leaves me wanting. No feeling for it. I have to translate with my brain, rather than feeling how much distance has passed or how much there is still to go ( Read more... )