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That’s all she wrote …

That’s how the production ends — not with bang, but with a whimper. But what a whimper it was.

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Auffühurung #2 … a success

The problem with 3-night theater productions, like ours, is that they tend to lose steam on the 2nd night, especially if the 1st was a success. You become satisfied. Self-satisfied. It’s hard to keep it up, it’s hard to believe, … Continue reading

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Cheezus Christ

Son of Gouda.

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Final week of classes approaching.

Let’s call this the final Sunday of the semester. Not exactly accurate, depending on when you conclude the semester. But there is but one week of class left, three more classes, three more opportunities to hand back old essays and … Continue reading

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A long Saturday … (happy Cinco de Mayo)

Up at 6:45. Shower. Bus to town. Breakfast at/in Rathskeller. Meet Manfred at 9 as well as Heather. Do lights. Do more lights. Break. Try cues. Lunch. Everyone else shows up.

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Good, finished …

… the Reverend Horton Heat. Many, many hours of music. Now: Richard Cheese (Lounge Against the Machine) and a bunch of lounge-styled covers of famous pop and rock songs. Cheese sings them in an ironically-knowing sort of way with a … Continue reading

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Reunion: Monday mini-update

I had hours left to kill at LAX before my 11:15 (10:30 boarding) flight to Chicago, the dreaded red-eye.

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It’s Martini Time

Chatted with some old “friends” this evening.

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Long and involved and chaotic rehearsal.

The Re-Hör-Saal … After Queen? Queensryche.

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So, 30+ dead a Va. Tech.

I taught in a relatively quiet classroom by comparison; my class of 15 (14 today) would have been small-pickins for a would-be-gunman.

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