There was a premiere last night at Wesleyan, but that was not the headline event. The show was stolen by a rollicking pastiche of South Asian and modern dance seamlessly sewn together by choreographer and Dance Department Chair Hari Krishnan. It was called, "Holy Cow(s)!" and it brought the largely student audience to its feet ( Read more... )

The subject line says it all. It is the day after Easter. It's never been a bank holiday but somehow feels like it ought to be, coming as it does at the end of a tumultous emotional roller coaster for anyone who takes the Church calendar seriously. I almost didn't go to church yesterday, thinking, with some justification, that six hours of church ( Read more... )

Palm Sunday has come and gone and therein lies the tale. This marks my second year as a participant in the annual Passion Play, a depiction of different Gospel versions of the events leading up to Christ's crucifixion and death ( Read more... )

Church went well. The assistant priest gave the sermon and mentioned the men's retreat in passing. Other than that, I don't remember much else about it. My mind was completely preoccupied by the impending Coffee Hour performance of our church players six short skits ( Read more... )

Stephanie Braxton just sent me a first draft of the one-act play she has been working on for three of us to perform at St. Michael's and I can't find the inner calm necessary to sit down and read it. I need a session and all my regulars are unavailable. They say that anger left to fester leads to depression and I'm afraid that it may be true. I ( Read more... )

For the longest time now, perhaps since the Palm Sunday success of the Passion Play, I've been going along, stringing out what I had assumed was just an extended fit of mania. I get them from time to time as well as periodic feelings of malaise. Not enough to really qualify myself as bipolar, but, something to keep an eye on. To notice, as it were ( Read more... )

It turns out that one of the oldest members of St. Michael's was making the loudest noise in the procession from the park to the street outside and into the main sanctuary, leading the children like a pied piper around once and then through the center aisle. The pews filled p quickly and I had to go back to my seat in The Little Chapel just to make ( Read more... )

I came back to church with a Dunkin' Donuts coffee only to realize I probably shouldn't have taken it with Half `n Half. That's usually not a good combination for getting rid of phlegm. But, it felt good and soothing to have something warm in my hands as I walked back down Broadway ( Read more... )

Holy Week got off to a rollicking good start yesterday with the conclusion of the Passion Play. Raddad has an absolute genius for visualizing what he wants from his players as well as the physical surroundings he has to work with and building everyone's confidence until they deliver. It was a very happy process. Someone asked me during Coffee Hour ( Read more... )

Okay, maybe not quite a "nightmare", but, a faintly annoying dream. In it, I am relaxing at home, minding my own business, when people - complete strangers - start walking through the door. Not a crowd, but, one by one. They are not scary. Just ordinary people, most of whom are actually dressed neatly and present themselves quite well (they would ( Read more... )