(1) Show up at my place of work (ostensibly to see Grandma) (2) Be cute as a button, with strawberry blonde hair (3) Sleep and be an all around angel (4) Be named Cassie Oh, yeah. It was great seeing you too, Heather….
Cassie Maggs
Something disconcerting about a 3 week old resting on a "Debbie Does Dallas" T-shirt: But seriously, lots of pic here.
Congratulations….
…to the valedictorian of Edwards Little High School, Auburn Maine, — Zachary Dumont!
Sis And Family In The Paper
Must not be much going on in Auburn Maine. My sister and her family attended the local Empty Bowls Supper, and it made the newspaper. (I went to the Empty Bowl luncheon last week here in Winston-Salem). As the article notes, my nephew Zach was unable to attend. But not to worry — his whereabouts were covered in another article … Read More
S’up?
You would think that after not blogging for a couple of days, I would have something to write about. Not so. Been busy with work, Whorehouse rehearsal, getting ready for the closing week of Nebula of Georgia, late night chats, and so on. Missed the debate last night. Apparently it was a travesty, with emphasis on gaffes and gotchas, and … Read More
Baby News [Bumped and Promoted]
Heather is delivering her baby today, after staying up all night with contractions. Looks like her husband Jeff was live-blogging it from the hospital this morning (they’re still waiting around as of 8:45 am), although as the day goes on, I suspect he will have better things to do. Thought and prayers to the two three of them. UPDATE: Cassandra … Read More
“The Nebula of Georgia” Is A Hit!
Very positive review from the Greensboro News and Record (sorry, only dead-tree version), praising every cast member as well as the play itself: "familiar characters in a fun dramedy…southern flavor penned by a damn Yankee…it’s easy to see this enjoyable show becoming a staple for the theatre…characters are well drawn and familiar…this show is likely to sell out!" Gotta love … Read More
Opening Night
Little nervous about "The Nebula of Georgia" — it’s a new space for me — but I think it’s going to be pretty good. Advance sales are doing well…..
Congrats To The New Jumbo!
At my undergrad alma mater, Tufts University, there sits a cannon on the hilltop by the chapel, a gift from the City of Medford to Tufts University in 1956. In 1977, some joker painted the cannon with a political slogan, and a Tufts tradition was started. Since them, the cannon has been painted and repainted countless times for birthdays, to … Read More
From The Family Archives
Is there anything better than a family member finding old faded photographs? Uncle Jack uncovered a trove. You don’t have to know these people to enjoy these photos. They invoke what I imagine to be a simpler time, if only because the world was black sepia and white back then. "The Rough Riders" That’s my Uncle Jack, my Mom, and … Read More
Swamped
Light and/or intermittant blogging for a while. Work is a bear. And I’m in rehearsal for two shows: (1) The Nebula of Georgia, playing at Open Space Theatre on April 10-12, and April 17-19, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays at 8:00 p.m.; Sunday at 2:00 (for tix and information, call 336-292-2285). I play Lyndal, a goofy filling station owner in rural … Read More
Just A Little Too Much Time On My Hands….
Me as James Bond…. Me as Muhammad Ali…. Me as Sweeney Todd… Me as Austin Powers…. Me as Brad Pitt escorting Angelina Jolie to the Golden Globes And the MOST DISTURBING OF ALL….. Me as Kate Moss in a Dior ad…
For The Record, I’ve Never Been To Australia
Must be someone else: More than 65,000 WA volunteers resisted a Sunday sleep-in to collect 520 tonnes of rubbish yesterday morning for the 19th Clean Up Australia Day. Community groups and individual volunteers tended to rivers, bush and beaches to remove glass, drink cans, confectionery wrappers, cigarette butts and other discarded rubbish. Clean Up Australia Day chairman Ian … Read More
That Yeats Could Turn A Phrase
When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head. Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night, Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray, Should sad Despondency … Read More