"goodnight moon" at Seattle Children's Theatre
-high quality, straightforward production with a cast o triple threats (4 of 'em). simple and elegant effects in a teeny tiny space. didn't feel like any crazy leaps were taken conceptually but that is not always required.

"a thousand clowns" at the Intiman Playhouse
-as per usual fantastico. imaginative and well realized design elements, stellar acting, clean-sharp direction. the ideal "regional theatre" experience. the trajectory of the last act leading to what should be a soaring final image was a bit off, but felt like a circumstantial thing and not a flaw built into the production. I love the work they do.

now i am awake in the guest room in gig harbor, wondering why i am so keyed up. going to be tired tomorrow but that is ok, as nothing is expected of me. I intend to at least take a few days of real vacation before i start doing anymore work.

cheers,
Douglas

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heading out to the pacNW for a grand bebauch with me grandma, and also fancy pants talks with chris coleman and storm large about hyperreality, deviled eggs and pacman. these will be the bread surrounding a week of quiet time in the mountains of british columbia where i will sit and think about what i've done.

ooh ooh ooh girl that's right.
please ride my bike while i am gone
and keep the home fires warm
ooh ooh ooh girl that's right.

the secret history

is one of my favorite novels. so there.

i will get on an airplane on wednesday morning to leave on a three week tour of the pacific northwest. Seattle, Portland, Vancouver.

on the agenda is: hang out with my granny, sleep with my brother's four dogs, meet and greet with chris coleman at Portland Center Stage seeking sage advice, see some magi mageen at Seattle Children's Theatre, finish a draft of ThomThom (if that bird won't sing), commit preliminary staging of "the bald soprano" to paper, get press release for the company to appropriate media channels, find a minute or two to relax and climb a primeval mountain.

ok. ok. ok.

taking my mom out for her 69th birthday dinner tonight. my mother turns 70 next year. a little more than I a prepared to deal with at present.

what is the matter, my lord?

reading sam shepherd's plays now. curse of the starving class, buried child, the tooth of crime. these things were new and so are new and care only for themselves. really outstanding artistry and a true voice. not shackled to objective truth but rather made free by honesty. there is a difference.

making plans for the summer. a month of meetings in the pacific northwest with mountain biking and hottubbing wedged in whereever it will fit. then it is back and into the work of staging the bald soprano and creating thomthom(if that bird won't sing)
feeling inspired by people who feel inspired. not so interested in sitting around tearing people down, would rather fly up and up and out of self and into something altogether small simpler grander and more real.

the cats are skulking around on the porch but i won't let them in. too bad for them, born muffin and vinny.

ok ok ok I will go read some more now.

did I mention that I finished the raymond carver and it made me want to cry by being so complete?