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  • From: Brigitte Sent: Tuesday, August

    From: Brigitte Sent: Tuesday, August 01, 2000 9:32 AM To: Andy; Karen Subject: More stuff about stuff God is watching us from a distance. And Karen, He can see your purple pamper.

  • tuesday, august 1

    From: Brigitte Sent: Tuesday, August 01, 2000 9:23 AM To: Andy Subject: My heart Every night in my dreams I see you I feel you That is how I know you go on Far across the distance and spaces between us You have come to show you go on Near, Far, wherever you are I […]

  • friday, july 28

    The End of Web Design

  • How to Get Rid of

    How to Get Rid of Your Trash

  • thursday, july 27

    Fred the Webmate: Virtual veal.

  • How to Write Your Own

    How to Write Your Own Prescriptions

  • wednesday, july 26

    Realized last night after rehearsal that I haven’t been praising the actors. It is very important to this as part of the creative process. Part of the problem is I’ve worked with most of them for so long that I totally trust and enjoy what they are doing. I have felt very different directing this […]

  • Critical Moment: Last night I

    Critical Moment: Last night I was over at Karen’s and she was playing with Cressida, her dog. I guess she forgot that I was present and their play turned very goo-goo-gah-gah and suddenly Karen was cooing ‘Who’s a puppy?! Who’s a puppy?!” Then she said (and this is an exact quote): “Too much lovin’! Too […]

  • Theatre Kids Home Alone

    Like Christianity and sports, theater has even managed a foolproof way to recruit among the young. The high school drama department’s role as an Island of Misfit Toys for socially isolated youth has led to more adult children living at home than the last three mini-recessions combined.

  • This morning I was overwhelmed

    This morning I was overwhelmed by emotion on the bus. I’m thinking it was from an early morning Tori Amos binge. But I found myself upset on the bus and grieving. I wept slowly – let the tears seep out so as not to be noticed and took sips of my despair. I was just […]