The quarter.
Sunday marked the closure of the twenty-fifth year of my life. I celebrated with a low-key evening at my girlfriend’s place, conversing with friends and watching Conan O’Brien do an … Continue reading
Arrest this man, he talks in maths.
Remember, Constant Reader, just a week or so ago, when I made the mistake of leaving my car parked in a yellow zone, and I had to rush home to … Continue reading
Scrapbook ’em, Dano.
Below is the complete text of the first theater review mentioning anything I have written, slightly reformatted for clarity. (Chicago Reader, July 19, 2002) ****** CUT TO THE CHASE, Artistic … Continue reading
Reunion Kingpin.
In a strange series of coincidences, I mentioned the name of a missed actor-friend of mine (see previous entry) and was promptly rewarded with not only an out-of-left-field comment from … Continue reading
They’re DOGS! And they’re playing POKER!
Two separate thoughts that have been in my head today. 1. I miss Vince Scalabrino. This is his actual name, and he doesn’t know I’m using it here, because he … Continue reading
Seven days without food makes one weak.
I looked over my day planner and realized that I am in the middle of a very busy eight-day stretch. Saturday was the day before my father’s birthday, but since … Continue reading
Author of the month in the Library of Dreams.
One of the greatest inventions Neil Gaiman had when he wrote the (brilliant, wonderful) “Sandman” comic book series was the Library of Dreams, overseen by the librarian Lucien, in which … Continue reading
And the name of the band will be Man Bleeds Money.
Oh, what a week it has been. Last Tuesday was my official, not-as-part-of-class, debut as a performer on a Chicago stage. I and five others presented, at the Bailiwick Theater, … Continue reading
How monsoon is now?
Sometimes it’s nice to think that supervillains exist, if only because the bastards at large in the world today are much less colorful but much more horrifying than Dr. Octopus … Continue reading
Bitten something big. Attempting to chew.
Why? I don’t know, yet, but I agreed to write a ten minute play with at least two female characters in it by next Monday. At this point, I have … Continue reading
Creative Control 