Aug 14, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From the Fool— I almost got hit by a truck. Not really a truck, a pickup really, but he thought he was a truck. I had the Walk sign but he ran the red. White pickups are the ones to watch out for. Fools get no free passes. I jumped out of the way and said some words...
Aug 7, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— “There appears to have been a struggle.” That’s one of my most cherished Facebook memes, headlined by “my style of housekeeping.” I am in emergency mode again, since tomorrow I get my right hip whacked and won’t be trying to wield mop and broom and vacuum...
Aug 2, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— They were dead, so they had to go. The damn beetles got them. Two no-longer-majestic hundred-foot pines that anchored the southwest corner of our homestead. It took the tree crew two days, six guys wielding chain saws with assistance from a bucket rig, a...
Jul 25, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— I confess, I’m a pack rat, a junk junkie, a collector of all kinds of weird crap. When we moved from Philly, most of that stuff went to the dump, and for a while the simplification felt really good. Yes, when I need to invent a doohickey to facilitate some...
Jul 18, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— They say that long-wed couples gradually come more and more to resemble one another. Maybe. I’m still five feet two, and I think anybody could tell which of us is which, but in one department we’ve become well-nigh indistinguishable. If one of us has read...
Jul 10, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— In 1991 we began development of a play called Tapdancer, a surreal comedy in which an investment broker accepts a gag gift of tapdance lessons. He has absolutely zero talent for this, but he loves it. One violation of decorum follows another, and one night...
Jul 3, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Learning to ask. It’s getting easier, and I’m not so often thinking, “Couldn’t I do this myself?” I mean, it really feels sort of silly to say, “Oh, crap, I left my slippers in the back room, could you get them for me, please?” I’m in my sixth day after a...
Jun 26, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— My guy and me, we’re about stories. Titanic ones like Lear, and little gentle ones like what we perform in Gifts. The stories sprout from life and living it, and in our work the transmission is through writing and stage performance. What comes to the...
Jun 20, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Lots afoot since the last blog. The Fury Factory Festival in San Francisco (an every-other-year confabulation of ensemble-created theatre from far and wide) presented our Lear for three performances. We are now about to trek north to the Kate Wolf Music...
Jun 12, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— This week, the web has been all about the Stanford rape. It’s not easy for me to write this, but I feel I have to bear witness. In 1958 I was an eighteen-year-old sophomore at the University of Michigan and became one more name on a predator’s list. In high...
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