Happy Easter!

Joe

Joe Lewis, and experiments with the uploading of video...

Sitting here in the dark tonight...

...watching my cat dream. Listening to the heater hum. Cozy behind new curtains, which I hung in the front window.

Joe is sacked out on the back of the couch, beside me. What's going through his little head? His whiskers twitch. His lips move.

There is more I should have done this weekend, and too much to do this week. But this moment, right now, this instant?

Is good.

Dream, cat! Dream!

O Distraction!

Trouble focusing lately. I have many, many things to do, and find myself... not doing them. I'm not even focused enough to write a "to-do" list of the things I'm not doing. What is this new year's lethargy about? I did nothing but sleep over the holidays. And I've not been too busy since. Got to get it into gear in the new year!!!

Spent the weekend in San Diego with Aunt Lori and Uncle Harold, and my brother Jason, who is driving across the country from his old home in Washington, DC to his new home in Washington State. We had lots of fun. One fun thing we did was try out absinthe, which is now legal (you'll be glad to know), but that I'd never tried before. Made me feel like Hemingway. Has a licorice taste to it, and it's very strong. Hail, the green fairy!

Joe was very glad when I got home, and told me never to leave again. He got right into my overnight bag as a preventative measure.
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Cats and The Life

Joe, the wee beastie, is now ready to leap onto the plane with me and go to Oregon for Christmas. Early this morning, we made it out to a 7:40am vet appointment to get his health certificate. We fly out on Saturday. We can't wait. We are very tired.

I have many more things to do before I leave. Slowly, but surely, I'm getting them taken care of. Hopefully most of them will be finished by Saturday! It would help if I was sleeping better. I think I'm still wound up from the play.

I have multiple plays on the go, and am actually feeling pretty chipper about several of them. I need to drop by the USC libraries (yes, plural) before I leave and check out a few that would be fun to use for research over the holidays.

Oh, packing... Yes, I've got some packing to do. Well, that's what Saturday morning is probably going to be for...

Tonight, though, I'm going to see a play! As an Ovation voter, I'm seeing something called "The Life" over at the Stella Adler Theater in Hollywood with my friend Peter (a most fabulous actor person). I think it's about singing prostitutes...

My friend Monica Bauer (the dancing playwright) is in town now, for a Monday reading of one of her plays over at the Blank Theater, in their Living Room Series. I am not sure it's going to work out for me to see her before I leave, I'm afraid. We were going to try for tonight, but... she's in Sherman Oaks, I'm at USC, and it's tough to get from there to here and here to there, especially during rush hour! I hope the reading is lots of fun for her, though. Los Angeles is not putting on a very good showing, though, as it hasn't stopped pouring all day and lacks any cohesive sort of public transportation...

My friend Lisa the Great comes back from Boston this week, where she's Post-Doccing. I get to see her on Friday, and can't wait!!! Missed her so much these last few months. But I think she's taking Brandeis by storm.

That's all the news that's fit to print, so I'm signing off now.

Word.

Or, as they say in Spanish,

Palabra.

Halloween Posting

Some bits and pieces of things. Halloween 2008.


Ian Garrett hangs lights over the stage for Song of Extinction.

The Ford Theater sign, over the 101. Song of Extinction opens one week from today! Heading out to rehearsal soon.

Joe's Halloween picture.


Found poetry today:
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Barn's burnt down,
now
I can see the moon.

-masahide
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Found information today about a back-country wilderness residency in Oregon for writers. If I haven't entirely missed the deadline, I'd like to apply. It's two hours away from civilization along dirt roads... a cabin in the wilderness. Get away and write, like Thoreau. Doesn't that sound cool? My mother would freak out, but it sounds amazing to me. I think I'm getting oversaturated with city.

Here's a line from the application: "You may mention a specific writing project you would like to undertake at Dutch Henry, but you're not required to do so. It is assumed that you will write. What you write is between you and the river."

Doesn't that sound nice?