Leak In The Boiler Room
Gary Taylor gave a talk to the program today about his reconstruction of Shakespeare's Cardenio, a mostly-lost play. There's going to be a staged reading of it on Sunday at the ASC. Dude's a rockstar, and dresses like it. Or maybe a stage magician. Not even kidding.
To those of you who have mentioned, in the past, that I should start reading A Song of Ice and Fire - I hate you so much. Because obviously when you told me that they were "the best fantasy books ever" you did not praise them enough, leaving me to languish without them for so very long. I finished A Game of Thrones, and almost cried when I realized that the other book I had grabbed from the used bookstore was #3. I blame all y'all.
After the post 24HTP party at my place, I was left with a half bottle of gin. And an inch of vermouth. And a quarter jar of olives. Their powers combined, they are a giant bottle of martini hanging out in the freezer. It will get drunk tonight or tomorrow night. Or at least, tasted and poured down the drain.
I've been drafted into a friend's MFA Directing project. I'll be playing the Citizen in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle. I get to yell at small children, mostly an 11 year old girl named Emily. Depending on which of two Sun-Tues sets in February they happen to be in (22-24 is the play, I think, 15-17 is the other place for presentations), it's theoretically possible that a person could see me both act and present my thesis paper.
To those of you who have mentioned, in the past, that I should start reading A Song of Ice and Fire - I hate you so much. Because obviously when you told me that they were "the best fantasy books ever" you did not praise them enough, leaving me to languish without them for so very long. I finished A Game of Thrones, and almost cried when I realized that the other book I had grabbed from the used bookstore was #3. I blame all y'all.
After the post 24HTP party at my place, I was left with a half bottle of gin. And an inch of vermouth. And a quarter jar of olives. Their powers combined, they are a giant bottle of martini hanging out in the freezer. It will get drunk tonight or tomorrow night. Or at least, tasted and poured down the drain.
I've been drafted into a friend's MFA Directing project. I'll be playing the Citizen in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle. I get to yell at small children, mostly an 11 year old girl named Emily. Depending on which of two Sun-Tues sets in February they happen to be in (22-24 is the play, I think, 15-17 is the other place for presentations), it's theoretically possible that a person could see me both act and present my thesis paper.