Fraud! Fraud!
Last night, I brought Don and Danielle out to my apartment to read through Staring Contest purely as a diagnostic of sorts, to see what needed to be worked on … Continue reading
Remind me to tell you someday.
Logical yet nonetheless irritating–I’ve had so much going on in the past week that I’ve been unable to update the journal with what I’ve been doing for the past week. … Continue reading
Duct tape and cover.
Back in high school, the majority of my involvement in theatrical productions was as a member of the stage or prop crews. I even managed to earn myself the tougher-than-it-was … Continue reading
The battle well and truly joined.
This morning, at a quarter til seven, I heard a songbird stretching its lungs. It took me a moment to realize that the streets at that hour have been deathly … Continue reading
Banana nut is a good muffin.
It’s only one o’clock PM on this, the last Friday of 2002. These days at the end of the year, especially these between Christmas and New Year’s, are almost completely … Continue reading
Copy Red Leader.
Update: the great Thanksgiving Day decision has been taken out of my hands by the significant emotions of family change. Donna and her family decided that it might be nice … Continue reading
Five in front of seven.
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I keep forgetting about deadlines at work, and I’m unable to figure out why. I think I’ve hit the end of my empathy … Continue reading
A brief moment of victory.
Below is a post I wrote on Wednesday morning at a discussion group I frequent, followed by a vindicating response from another poster. Something about the response brightened my day … Continue reading
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
My friend Bryan, who spent two years of his life assisting Jeff Daniels at the Purple Rose Theatre in Chelsea, Michigan, once told me an amusing anecdote about Lanford Wilson, … Continue reading
Creative Control 