Krista’s on the phone bugging John. Poor guy, up all night writing a play. Sucker.
I tried cheesecake today. Not for the first time, no. I really don’t like it, but I figured if there’s any good cheesecake in the world, it’d be a the Carnegie Deli, so I tried it. I could taste what was good about it, appreciate it, and for a moment the good overwhelmed the bad. But, then I had a third bite and the bad hit me square in the face. Ugh. It was a good experience, though.
We’re currently putting together our plan for tomorrow. It’s looking like a pretty packed day once again. Maybe the Met, maybe the Union Square Market, Lincoln Center, and on and on and on. More coffee, please.
Geez, I blog for a moment, look up, and the girls (Acacia & Krista) are having a very thorough discussion of birth-control. I’m getting my iPod.
We had some great Indian food for dinner, then took about 90 minutes to get back to Queens. Ugh. Good to be warm and sitting down again.
Speaking of sittng down, let’s talk about the SohoRep play. Do this – Sit as if in a theatre chair with a very short back, maybe hunch over a bit. Now pretend the person to your left is leaning forward to see something to their left and you have to lean past them to see. Turn your head to the left and look. Do that for about 20 minutes, maintain rapt attention and tell me how your neck feels. Yeah, that’s what the SohoRep show was like. A bizarre viewing experience. And the play was bizarre too. Very oblique dialogue, a nearly indecipherable plot. Some very good acting, and one very bad actress. Disappointing, but challenging and worthwhile.
SITI. It was very odd seeing them in a rehearsal situation without any props, sets, or really any proper sound design. Very odd. And there was a crying baby. Kelly Maurer’s I believe. The piece was still very effective. It was the first 45 mintues of the show. It took a while to reslly come together, but the last 15 minutes or so, which featured Ellen and Barney, were just amazing. Really, really beautiful. Pure SITI. I can’t wait to see the finished product.
Oh, and it turns out that this piece and bobrauschenbergamerica are the first two parts of The American Museum Series. Charles L. Mee hates the name too, but can’t come up with a better one. The third one is about Norman Rockwell, and the fourth is a folk musical. All written by Charles Mee. Wow. There’s some stuff to look forward to.
Why am I so tired?