Do you ever have thematic days?  Like, there's a piece on the radio in the morning about shrimp and then someone posts a shrimp recipe on Facebook and the lady in front of you at the fish shop (yes, we have a dedicated fish shop, Joon's, on the corner of 98th and Amsterdam) is buying shrimp?  In Chateau Riverside, we call this phenomenon a "plate o ( Read more... )

I started this last week, but it's still pretty much accurate--including not quite being unpacked.  The piano's gone, however, and I now have 25 square feet of living room space I didn't have before, which is a good thing.  Anyway, finishing it now, and hoping to Be More Timely in the Future.  (Ha ( Read more... )

I have a review of The Nance started for you, but first I HAVE to tell about our adventure tonight.  Because it was a real--if mild--adventure, of the completely unplanned and serendipitous kind, and even while it was happening I didn't quite believe it ( Read more... )

So we walk into the Walter Kerr Theater, where The Testament of Mary is currently in previews, and we saw the audience milling around a glass box set to one side of a very cluttered stage.  Being Us, we made our way up there, pronto-pups, and picked our way over and around 1) a ladder, laid flat; 2) several folding chairs, draped with what looked ( Read more... )

I'm back from Mexico, where I drafted the new last half of my WIP (all except the last scene, owing to the plane landing before I quite finished writing it, and exhaustion and Real Life taking up all my time since) and talked Writing, Business, and Cowboy Boots pretty much around the clock.  San Miguel de Allende is very beautiful, the Spanish ( Read more... )

Last week, in the company of a good friend from out of town and her mother, we went to Lincoln Center twice.  Once to see War Horse at the Vivian Beaumont, and once to the Metropolitan Opera for The Enchanted Island.

You'd think, wouldn't you, that the two performances couldn't have been more different.  War Horse is a play about a horse and his boy ( Read more... )

In 1998, when New York was still our secondary relationship, we happened to be in town at the same time as Ellen's parents (I think it was probably Passover).  In any case, we took them to see Margaret Edson's Wit at the MCC Theater.  We were sitting up by the ceiling, in little, tiny seats, looking almost directly down on the stage.  What I ( Read more... )

Yesterday, we had a Theatrical Blow-Out:  Two plays in one day.  Our excuse was that Ellen's Israeli publisher, Rani Graf, is in town and loves theatre and we wanted to get together with ellen_datlow and Betsy Mitchell, (plus a little holiday celebration and relaxation).  And there were TDF tix.  We lunched, all together, at a nice Thai place on 9th Ave and ( Read more... )

A stranger pairing is probably possible (King Lear & Wicked?)  At least they're both comedies, and both funny.  And they both have (as comedies tend to do) love as their central plot device.  Both are notable for exuberant language and the occasional double-entendre.  However, one is a distinctly middle-class play in praise of good cheer and upward ( Read more... )

I shouldn't even be using my "La Loge" for this, since it isn't really going to be a review.  It can't be.  I'm too emotionally invested in the play to review it with anything like objectivity.  You see, it's about a teacher who feels passionately about what she's teaching, trying to convey that passion--not to mention the necessity for knowing ( Read more... )