...too many fish in the sea/I said, there's short ones, tall ones, fine ones, kind ones....
[Productivity includes finishing unfinished posts, when creating a new one is Too Much Pressure. I've been down with a virus nearly a week now. I'mma cut myself some slack in this portion of my Kick Your Own Ass And Get Your Shit Together mission]
Too many choices is TOO MANY choices. Leads to immobilization.
I stood for, I shit you not, half an hour in front of a toothpaste display at my local Target, trying to select the right product for my family's needs. There were twelve feet by five feet of choices, shelves from ankle to above eye-level.
I ended up going with the Pepsodent. There were only two sorts, and it was easy to sort out which of the two I wanted.
A custom sewer I know mentioned indecisiveness on the part of a client, that the back-and-forth was time consuming. Wondered if she was offering too many choices, and maybe that made decisions more rather than less difficult.
I agreed, and think more than 4 leads to overwhelming. Suggested she ask a screening question: brights, pastels, earthtones, or black and white?
Then once the screening question has been answered, show 3 options in that category.
3 is psychologically right.
Good, Not So Much, Yuck. Or Blah, Better, I Like It.
(Additional branching is possible after Good/I Like It is achieved, if required.)
Though if the customer says Meh to all three, maybe offer additional options. HOWEVER.
It's just a baby carrier. You are not responsible for the permanent abiding lifelong happiness of your client, just that they have a carrier they are rather pleased to wear for the duration of time their child fits into it. I would think washability and disguise of spitup would be of more import than pattern.
However, mine is a post-parent brain. Presumably someone shopping for a babywearing sling is still in pre-parent mode, and likely pregnant. That first child teaches one's brain quite a bit.
Only brain surgery is brain surgery. Everything else is less pressure.
Marvellettes; Too Many Fish In The Sea
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03 May, 2018
31 August, 2017
Monagamy? No.
...It's a thousand pages, give or take a few/ I'll be writing more in a week or two....
"The book I'm reading..." is a mystery sentence to me.
It's not that I don't read; that's just ridiculous. It's the "the" part of that which is foreign to me.
Current bookpile:
Thom Hartmann, Cracking the Code
This is about the co-opting of language as a shortcut to our emotional reaction. This is how 3-second soundbytes control a presidential election. It's about how language is managed in such a way that it bypasses our intellectual processing, and goes directly for a visceral response, like flinching from a punch.
Oliver Sacks, Awakenings
You saw the movie. Oh, you didn't? Neither did I. This is a series of documented case studies, and Oliver Sachs, purportedly the 'rock star of psychology', (he wrote The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, a series of essays about brain-injured patients), has continued, over the years, to add additional forwards to his work, until the forwards compirse about half the book's contents. I was telling a pal about starting this book, and how it was heavy going because I couldn't find the beginning due to the temporally backwards-moving series of forwards. He said, "I'd want to read all the forwards. Because, you know, it's OLIVER SACHS." I took his point, but didn't read all the forwards. I have other stuff to do. Like read all these other books.
Isaac Asimov, On The Bible
My cousin and I share a curious fascination with the history and development of Judeo-Christian literature and culture. She lent books to me from her extensive collection, and I told her about the Asimov discussion of The Bible. I ordered it online for her. When she came, she thought it was a bomb. The story bears repeating, but I'll need to edit a bit to protect... well, everyone.
Barack Obama, The Audacity of Hope
If you haven't read this, I don't understand why. I don't understand why I haven't finished it yet. Actually, the 'why' is easy: I'm reading a couple pages from a bunch of different books, so it slows me down. Also, there's not a discernible plotline, so there's no sense of urgency.
Nimoy, I Am Spock
I think I have two copies of this at the moment.
CJ Crowe, Phillip Pomeroy, Murder at the Oh No! Corral
This is a rather elderly show, written pre-offspring, which makes it 25 or so years old. It's still good, and we're performing it at the Sunset Restaurant in Glen Burnie on September 11th and September 18th, both of which are Monday evenings.
Nora Roberts, or maybe Jude Deveraux, and the title hardly matters
Just a fluff romance novel with murder mystery thrown in for grins. I began it in the bathtub. Bathtub reading is the main reason I believe I'm permanantly unlikely to own an electronic reading device. Imagine: I could lose my entire library falling asleep in the tub. A paperback romance, retail price $6.00, not only represents a smallish investment, but also will eventually recover and be readable after an unplanned dip in the bubbles. Ditto for sand at the beach, water at the pool, not to mention being jumbled in a totebag, left for actual years untouched, stepped upon or dropped accidentally from the car.
Nate Birkham, Home Rules
Home decorating advice. Of course, to 'decorate', you must first have a 'home' instead of a 'pathway through the clutter'. I'm working on it. Not quite TV-worthy yet (like Hoarders), but certainly not Home And Garden either. It's sort of sad, but I've bought books on how to get rid of/organize/sort/keep up, including a book with the title How To Get Organized When You Don't Have The Time, but I never finish THOSE books, either, and they become more clutter.
Stephanie Pearl-Mcfee, Knitting Rules
This is a good reference book. I have been using basic technique while learning fiddly refinements working on more complicated projects. After a couple of beer cozies and three unsuccessful projects, I finally turned out a pair of socks for The Man. He values them enough that he handwashed them hissownself. Reading Mcfee's book while knitting socks gave me confidence that I wasn't doing it ENTIRELY wrong, and left me with a sense that I finally understand how to build a sock. This may be an incorrect perception on my part, naturally, but it was a curiously satisfying feeling at the time.
William Shatner, Shatner Rules
Shatner, on Shatner. Better than Shatner on Conan.
http://warmingglow.uproxx.com/2009/06/shatner-rules/shatner-conan
I'm kidding about the last one, of course.
Shatner's newest is called Leonard, and I haven't read it yet.
The Beatles; Paperback Writer
"The book I'm reading..." is a mystery sentence to me.
It's not that I don't read; that's just ridiculous. It's the "the" part of that which is foreign to me.
Current bookpile:
Thom Hartmann, Cracking the Code
This is about the co-opting of language as a shortcut to our emotional reaction. This is how 3-second soundbytes control a presidential election. It's about how language is managed in such a way that it bypasses our intellectual processing, and goes directly for a visceral response, like flinching from a punch.
Oliver Sacks, Awakenings
You saw the movie. Oh, you didn't? Neither did I. This is a series of documented case studies, and Oliver Sachs, purportedly the 'rock star of psychology', (he wrote The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, a series of essays about brain-injured patients), has continued, over the years, to add additional forwards to his work, until the forwards compirse about half the book's contents. I was telling a pal about starting this book, and how it was heavy going because I couldn't find the beginning due to the temporally backwards-moving series of forwards. He said, "I'd want to read all the forwards. Because, you know, it's OLIVER SACHS." I took his point, but didn't read all the forwards. I have other stuff to do. Like read all these other books.
Isaac Asimov, On The Bible
My cousin and I share a curious fascination with the history and development of Judeo-Christian literature and culture. She lent books to me from her extensive collection, and I told her about the Asimov discussion of The Bible. I ordered it online for her. When she came, she thought it was a bomb. The story bears repeating, but I'll need to edit a bit to protect... well, everyone.
Barack Obama, The Audacity of Hope
If you haven't read this, I don't understand why. I don't understand why I haven't finished it yet. Actually, the 'why' is easy: I'm reading a couple pages from a bunch of different books, so it slows me down. Also, there's not a discernible plotline, so there's no sense of urgency.
Nimoy, I Am Spock
I think I have two copies of this at the moment.
CJ Crowe, Phillip Pomeroy, Murder at the Oh No! Corral
This is a rather elderly show, written pre-offspring, which makes it 25 or so years old. It's still good, and we're performing it at the Sunset Restaurant in Glen Burnie on September 11th and September 18th, both of which are Monday evenings.
Nora Roberts, or maybe Jude Deveraux, and the title hardly matters
Just a fluff romance novel with murder mystery thrown in for grins. I began it in the bathtub. Bathtub reading is the main reason I believe I'm permanantly unlikely to own an electronic reading device. Imagine: I could lose my entire library falling asleep in the tub. A paperback romance, retail price $6.00, not only represents a smallish investment, but also will eventually recover and be readable after an unplanned dip in the bubbles. Ditto for sand at the beach, water at the pool, not to mention being jumbled in a totebag, left for actual years untouched, stepped upon or dropped accidentally from the car.
Nate Birkham, Home Rules
Home decorating advice. Of course, to 'decorate', you must first have a 'home' instead of a 'pathway through the clutter'. I'm working on it. Not quite TV-worthy yet (like Hoarders), but certainly not Home And Garden either. It's sort of sad, but I've bought books on how to get rid of/organize/sort/keep up, including a book with the title How To Get Organized When You Don't Have The Time, but I never finish THOSE books, either, and they become more clutter.
Stephanie Pearl-Mcfee, Knitting Rules
This is a good reference book. I have been using basic technique while learning fiddly refinements working on more complicated projects. After a couple of beer cozies and three unsuccessful projects, I finally turned out a pair of socks for The Man. He values them enough that he handwashed them hissownself. Reading Mcfee's book while knitting socks gave me confidence that I wasn't doing it ENTIRELY wrong, and left me with a sense that I finally understand how to build a sock. This may be an incorrect perception on my part, naturally, but it was a curiously satisfying feeling at the time.
William Shatner, Shatner Rules
Shatner, on Shatner. Better than Shatner on Conan.
http://warmingglow.uproxx.com/2009/06/shatner-rules/shatner-conan
I'm kidding about the last one, of course.
Shatner's newest is called Leonard, and I haven't read it yet.
The Beatles; Paperback Writer
28 April, 2014
Writing Notwriting
..a traffic jam when you're already late/a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break/it's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife...
Oh, not much really; why do you ask? Seriously? You noticed I hadn't been posting? That is SO ODD. According to Dan Tobin, blogging is dead. And I'd never argue with Dan Tobin. I can't find his blog.
Short attention spans get ever shorter these days. Recently, a girl was killed moments after posting on Facebook that she was listening to the song Happy... while she was driving her car.
Yes, ironic, in a way that Alanis Morissette couldn't possibly understand.
Anyway, it's not that I haven't been writing. I HAVE. REALLY.
Okay, it's been mostly Facebooku, but for reals, I seriously have.
No.
I haven't.
But I have been reviewing theater. I mean, it's sort of like writing, but with a topic I didn't choose.
(Alanis Morissette; Ironic)
Oh, not much really; why do you ask? Seriously? You noticed I hadn't been posting? That is SO ODD. According to Dan Tobin, blogging is dead. And I'd never argue with Dan Tobin. I can't find his blog.
Short attention spans get ever shorter these days. Recently, a girl was killed moments after posting on Facebook that she was listening to the song Happy... while she was driving her car.
Yes, ironic, in a way that Alanis Morissette couldn't possibly understand.
Anyway, it's not that I haven't been writing. I HAVE. REALLY.
Okay, it's been mostly Facebooku, but for reals, I seriously have.
No.
I haven't.
But I have been reviewing theater. I mean, it's sort of like writing, but with a topic I didn't choose.
(Alanis Morissette; Ironic)
24 July, 2008
Provocative Plates
...clothes she wears, the sexy ways/ make an old man wish for younger days/ she knows she’s built and knows how to please....
The expensive import bears a tag reading GR8FRMS, which makes me wonder:
Sculptor?
Geometrist?
Plastic Surgeon?
Tax Accountant?
It's a conservative blue color, so I'm betting on Tax Accountant.
In other news, KEEPING FAITH was reviewed in the Sun by Mary Johnson, reprinted in part as follows:
I will be performing as Mimi during Youth Camp Day at PARF next week, as well as their Opening Weekend of August 9&10. Already? Sheeeee-yit. I'll be performing Silent Stories, something I no longer do in Maryland, so if that was a favorite of yours (or if you've never seen it and want to), please come and enjoy. I'd wear a red carnation so you'll know me, but it would wilt in the heat.
(Brick House; Lionel Richie)
The expensive import bears a tag reading GR8FRMS, which makes me wonder:
Sculptor?
Geometrist?
Plastic Surgeon?
Tax Accountant?
It's a conservative blue color, so I'm betting on Tax Accountant.
In other news, KEEPING FAITH was reviewed in the Sun by Mary Johnson, reprinted in part as follows:
For the second consecutive year, CAC is offering a work by Mark Scharf, one of this area's foremost playwrights with over 40 plays produced and a former three-term chairman of the festival.
Keeping Faith is his first attempt at writing a full-length comedy, an endeavor he succeeds in by creating overly protective, anger-driven parents bungling an attempt to abduct their 18-year-old daughter on the eve of her wedding to a man more than twice her age.
Scharf has expert assistance from CAC veteran comedy director C.J. Crowe and her four-person cast, each skilled at projecting human frailties to coax our chuckles of recognition.
I will be performing as Mimi during Youth Camp Day at PARF next week, as well as their Opening Weekend of August 9&10. Already? Sheeeee-yit. I'll be performing Silent Stories, something I no longer do in Maryland, so if that was a favorite of yours (or if you've never seen it and want to), please come and enjoy. I'd wear a red carnation so you'll know me, but it would wilt in the heat.
(Brick House; Lionel Richie)
07 November, 2007
Coming Attractions
...No more rehearsing and nursing a part/ We know every part by heart/ Overture, curtains, lights/ This is it, you'll hit the heights/ And oh what heights we'll hit/ On with the show this is it ....
This weekend, November 9th and 10th, Do Or Die presents Death Warmed Over at Spotlighter's Theatre. See me as someone perky in a bright yellow jacket! Showtimes are 8 PM Friday and Saturday nights.
Next weekend, November 16th and 17th, Death By Turkey comes to the Chesapeake Arts Center. This show is a period piece set in the 1950s, when men wore suits and women vacuumed in pearls. See me as someone perky in a black taffeta skirt! Showtimes are 8 PM Friday and Saturday nights.
You missed out seeing me as the deranged daughter (Sunday at Fabulous Whispers) and the crazy cat lady (Tuesday at Belmont Manor) in The Legend of Creepy Hollow. Well, except for Stephanie. She didn't miss out.
Friday November 30, Saturday December 1 and Sunday December 2, Fuzzy appears in the Baltimore School for the Arts' production of The Nutcracker Ballet, 7 PM Friday and Saturday nights, and Saturday and Sunday matinees at 3 PM. She will not appear in the second weekend's performances, as she and Fluffy are both otherwise committed.
Yes, that's right: Fluff and Fuzz appear onstage together again in the Hack and Slash Christmas Special. I will be there in some capacity, though nobody's yet given me a job description. Other performers include Hack and Slash, Broon and Moonie(actually Moonie and Broon, and requires Flash), the Pickled Punks, a couple of Washing Well Wenches, and The Renaissance Man. Wear your pajamas.This is probably not the pajama set I will wear, but I won't wear anything like this, either.
(This Is It! [Bugs Bunny Overture]; Mack David and Jerry Livingston)
This weekend, November 9th and 10th, Do Or Die presents Death Warmed Over at Spotlighter's Theatre. See me as someone perky in a bright yellow jacket! Showtimes are 8 PM Friday and Saturday nights.
Next weekend, November 16th and 17th, Death By Turkey comes to the Chesapeake Arts Center. This show is a period piece set in the 1950s, when men wore suits and women vacuumed in pearls. See me as someone perky in a black taffeta skirt! Showtimes are 8 PM Friday and Saturday nights.
You missed out seeing me as the deranged daughter (Sunday at Fabulous Whispers) and the crazy cat lady (Tuesday at Belmont Manor) in The Legend of Creepy Hollow. Well, except for Stephanie. She didn't miss out.
Friday November 30, Saturday December 1 and Sunday December 2, Fuzzy appears in the Baltimore School for the Arts' production of The Nutcracker Ballet, 7 PM Friday and Saturday nights, and Saturday and Sunday matinees at 3 PM. She will not appear in the second weekend's performances, as she and Fluffy are both otherwise committed.
Yes, that's right: Fluff and Fuzz appear onstage together again in the Hack and Slash Christmas Special. I will be there in some capacity, though nobody's yet given me a job description. Other performers include Hack and Slash, Broon and Moonie(actually Moonie and Broon, and requires Flash), the Pickled Punks, a couple of Washing Well Wenches, and The Renaissance Man. Wear your pajamas.This is probably not the pajama set I will wear, but I won't wear anything like this, either.
(This Is It! [Bugs Bunny Overture]; Mack David and Jerry Livingston)
11 August, 2007
Introducing.... Zizi!
"You don't play Tic-Tack-Toe with the king anymore," That Girl observed.
No. I don't. Probably I never will.
"Why not?"
It was my special thing with Bill. Mimi played the game with the king, but not any king, just THAT one.
This weekend, August 11th and 12th, is Opening Weekend at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Festival. Mimi will perform her Silent Stories show:
(For the record, I did NOT write that copy.)
Special bonus, around the Shire:
Max
and Zizi.
(Test shot from early makeup session.)
(Shot on the occasion of Zizi's debut.)
Our beloved Gigi
has gone travelling, and so Zizi has joined us. Everyone will love her. I demand it.
The entire troupe, Mimi & Max, Lili,
and now Zizi
will perform at the Maryland Renaissance Festival, which opens on the 25th of August. See you then!
(I will not be wearing a red carnation. I will, however, be wearing- you guessed it- Mimi Pink.)
* My thanks to all of the fabulous photographers who make us look so good.
No. I don't. Probably I never will.
"Why not?"
It was my special thing with Bill. Mimi played the game with the king, but not any king, just THAT one.
This weekend, August 11th and 12th, is Opening Weekend at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Festival. Mimi will perform her Silent Stories show:
Mimi the Mime - The child within understands exactly what Mimi is telling us as we wonder in amazement at the hysterical antics of this marvelous wordless storyteller! Avalon Hill Kid's Kyngdom at 12:30, 2:00 and 3:30.
(For the record, I did NOT write that copy.)
Special bonus, around the Shire:
Max
and Zizi.
(Test shot from early makeup session.)
(Shot on the occasion of Zizi's debut.)
Our beloved Gigi
has gone travelling, and so Zizi has joined us. Everyone will love her. I demand it.
The entire troupe, Mimi & Max, Lili,
and now Ziziwill perform at the Maryland Renaissance Festival, which opens on the 25th of August. See you then!
(I will not be wearing a red carnation. I will, however, be wearing- you guessed it- Mimi Pink.)
* My thanks to all of the fabulous photographers who make us look so good.
20 April, 2007
Write Now
...songs that make the whole world sing/ I write the songs of love and special things....
It seems I'm going to be a mystery surprise guest at MWA's Annual Conference. [Aside: website mysteriously down at this very moment.]I found out on Sunday, finalized on Wednesday, and thought to post it...oh, just about twenty minutes ago.
Now, I don't think I alone am worth the $120.00 ticket, (well, maybe I do, but not for this) but if this tips anyone over to the 'sure, why not' point, I thought it was worth a mention.
My blurb and bio are not on the website (as indeed practically everyone who is speaking are also not) so for your edification, I present them here.
If you check the schedule, I am the first 'TBD' on the left at 9:45.
The sun, naturally, will come out, while I am indoors. With writers of such brilliance that I will need sunglasses anyhow.
I mean, Moira Egan, people!
(I Write The Songs; Barry Manilow? no. Frank Sinatra? no. Bruce Johnston.)
It seems I'm going to be a mystery surprise guest at MWA's Annual Conference. [Aside: website mysteriously down at this very moment.]I found out on Sunday, finalized on Wednesday, and thought to post it...oh, just about twenty minutes ago.
Now, I don't think I alone am worth the $120.00 ticket, (well, maybe I do, but not for this) but if this tips anyone over to the 'sure, why not' point, I thought it was worth a mention.
My blurb and bio are not on the website (as indeed practically everyone who is speaking are also not) so for your edification, I present them here.
The Poet's Toolbox
Have you ever thought "Oh, I could never write poetry"? Cybele says it isn't so! Every writer has all the tools necessary to create poetry. Come learn what you don't know you already know, participate in guided exercises, and create a poem in class. The scheduled Q&A segment may have to make way for open mike!
Instructor Bio
Cybele Pomeroy writes poetry because writing plays earned her too much money to qualify as a starving artist. Cybele has been teaching literature, drama and performance art for ten years, and has been employed as a costumer, makeup artist, editor, waitress, stiltwalker, lead writer, Tupperware lady, sign painter, and shadow dancer. She admits to being rabid about punctuation.
Cybele appears frequently in Do Or Die Productions interactive murder mysteries (dodmystery.com) and she took third place in the 2005 poetry contest, with her poem "Love Is...", which was about coffee. Her poem "City Plows, Broken Or Not" appeared in the literary magazine Scribble, Volume Five, Issue 2 1/2.
Cybele's future goals include spending time as a limousine driver, bartender, archaeologist and golf caddie, though not simultaneously.
If you check the schedule, I am the first 'TBD' on the left at 9:45.
The sun, naturally, will come out, while I am indoors. With writers of such brilliance that I will need sunglasses anyhow.
I mean, Moira Egan, people!
(I Write The Songs; Barry Manilow? no. Frank Sinatra? no. Bruce Johnston.)
25 March, 2007
Retro Bubblegum
...I like/ where we are/ when we drive/ in your car/ I like/ where we are/ here....
Enough with heavy stuff. Judging by the stultifying silence, this sort of post will happen again, oh, probably never.
Fortunately, I do have a stash of emergency fluff for occasions such as this.
Depeche Mode plus Soft Cell plus The Human League plus Cure plus Adam Ant and multiplier/reverb with a pinch of Queen and a dash of Styxx equals my favorite new album.
Excuse me, showing my years: of course I meant CD.
Those of you of a certain age will know what I'm talking about and if you have any idea what I'm talking about, well then, you'll know what I mean. I like that this band was initiated in 2001 as a recording project by a high school student creating synthesized power pop songs on his computer. Which means, ladies and gentlemen, that the PARENTS of said student were listening to the same things I liked during this kid's formative years.
Ahem.
Do NOT critique my happy upbeat danceable taste in retro-new-wave-punk-pop.
It has already been established that I am Primarily Decorative.
(Here (In Your Arms); HelloGoodbye)
Live version:
(before the stylist who floofed them up for Leno/Conan got ahold of them)
(Check out me, checking out the guns on that drummer.)
Wrong (funny) version:
In other news, DanTobinDanTobin is back in blog.
Enough with heavy stuff. Judging by the stultifying silence, this sort of post will happen again, oh, probably never.
Fortunately, I do have a stash of emergency fluff for occasions such as this.
Depeche Mode plus Soft Cell plus The Human League plus Cure plus Adam Ant and multiplier/reverb with a pinch of Queen and a dash of Styxx equals my favorite new album.
Excuse me, showing my years: of course I meant CD.
Those of you of a certain age will know what I'm talking about and if you have any idea what I'm talking about, well then, you'll know what I mean. I like that this band was initiated in 2001 as a recording project by a high school student creating synthesized power pop songs on his computer. Which means, ladies and gentlemen, that the PARENTS of said student were listening to the same things I liked during this kid's formative years.
Ahem.
Do NOT critique my happy upbeat danceable taste in retro-new-wave-punk-pop.
It has already been established that I am Primarily Decorative.
(Here (In Your Arms); HelloGoodbye)
Live version:
(before the stylist who floofed them up for Leno/Conan got ahold of them)
(Check out me, checking out the guns on that drummer.)
Wrong (funny) version:
In other news, DanTobinDanTobin is back in blog.
16 March, 2007
Promise Kept
...it was Mary, Mary/ Long before the fashions came/ And there is something there that sounds so square/ It's a grand old name....
I said I wouldn't read it. But there's no reason you shouldn't:
Mary Johnson's review of The Glass Menagerie at Chesapeake Arts Center's Studio Theater
Tickets still available at the Chesapeake Arts Center.
I am available to have beers both tonight and Saturday night, post-show, if you ask. No carnation necessary.
(Mary's A Grand Old Name; George M. Cohen, 1906)
I said I wouldn't read it. But there's no reason you shouldn't:
Mary Johnson's review of The Glass Menagerie at Chesapeake Arts Center's Studio Theater
Tickets still available at the Chesapeake Arts Center.
I am available to have beers both tonight and Saturday night, post-show, if you ask. No carnation necessary.
(Mary's A Grand Old Name; George M. Cohen, 1906)
05 March, 2007
Hell Week
...if you wanna know about the bishop and the actress/if you wanna know how to be a star/ if you wanna know about the stains on the mattress/you can read it....
Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie opens this Friday March 9 at the Chesapeake Arts Center at 8 PM. It will run two weekends only, and close on the 19th. Shows on Friday and Saturday nights are at 8 PM, and the Sunday matinees are at 2 PM. Tickets may be purchased in advance or at the door, and are $12 for members and $15 for non-members.
The director told us not to read the review. As if we're going to get one. Nobody reviews a show that runs only two weeks. It's idiotic. And what a thing to say to an adult actor! "Don't read the review. It'll change the way you act."
Still, since I am partially in this for the experience of working with a new director, I'll do as she says, and if there is one, I won't read the review.
I'll get Coco to read it to me.
(Sunday Papers; Joe Jackson)
Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie opens this Friday March 9 at the Chesapeake Arts Center at 8 PM. It will run two weekends only, and close on the 19th. Shows on Friday and Saturday nights are at 8 PM, and the Sunday matinees are at 2 PM. Tickets may be purchased in advance or at the door, and are $12 for members and $15 for non-members.
The director told us not to read the review. As if we're going to get one. Nobody reviews a show that runs only two weeks. It's idiotic. And what a thing to say to an adult actor! "Don't read the review. It'll change the way you act."
Still, since I am partially in this for the experience of working with a new director, I'll do as she says, and if there is one, I won't read the review.
I'll get Coco to read it to me.
(Sunday Papers; Joe Jackson)
12 January, 2007
Not Quite...
...if a mime speaks in a forest, how does she sound?....
Sorry for the prolonged silence. In other news, Tom Sawyer opened last week. I've seen no reviews, but there was a preview piece, that aside from some errors, (including the spelling of my name) was really quite nice.
[Faint praise, I know. See for yourself.]
So, a little busy lately. I'll write about the holidays in satirc detail when I've got a minute, but this post is just slap-and-dash, with apologies. In OTHER other news, I was offered the role of Amanda in The Glass Menagerie. I've always wanted to do Tennessee Williams, and I've never had a lead. I might just take it.
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Sorry for the prolonged silence. In other news, Tom Sawyer opened last week. I've seen no reviews, but there was a preview piece, that aside from some errors, (including the spelling of my name) was really quite nice.
[Faint praise, I know. See for yourself.]
Preview
Center offers bargain rate for 4 shows
Plays include 'Tom Sawyer,' 'Glass Menagerie'
By Mary Johnson
Special to The Sun
Originally published January 5, 2007
The folks at the Chesapeake Arts Center are starting 2007 with what they describe as "the best theater deal in town": four shows for $38 for center members and $48 for everyone else.
The bargain prices, available through Jan. 21, earn a quick return on investment. The first show, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, opens tomorrow and closes Jan. 21.
It will be followed in March by Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie, a sophisticated comedy by comedian Steve Martin in June and an original show in August, to be chosen from submissions to the 26th annual Baltimore Playwrights Festival.
Charlotte Chorpenning wrote the adaptation of Mark Twain's classic novel about growing up along the Mississippi in the 1840s.
Tom, who loves skipping school and playing pranks, wins and loses the heart of Becky Thatcher. Then, after witnessing a killing in the graveyard, he and his friend, Huck Finn, run away to Jackson Island to become pirates. Feared dead, they return home to interrupt their funerals and eventually to face the villain, Injun Joe.
Tom Sawyer is directed by Cybelle Pomeroy, who said children could still imagine enjoying such adventures.
"It's been terrific to work on this family-friendly story with a bunch of friendly families," she said. "I can't say enough about the devotion, talent and support of the cast and their families. Every time I turned around someone was offering to do yet another thing for the show. It's a fabulous team effort."
Josh Feist, the arts center's education and membership coordinator, added: "Anyone who is young at heart will certainly love this show. I have never had the pleasure of working with so many bright young actors."
Feist, who plays a supporting role in the production, noted the show is a family affair. The director's son, Garrett Pomeroy, plays Huck Finn. Daniel Swann plays Tom, and his father is in the cast.
Fatima Umanzor plays Becky Thatcher. Sarah Tighe plays Injun Joe, and Chesapeake Arts Center's favorite actress and teacher, C.J. Crowe, is Aunt Polly. Many cast members are former students in arts center drama classes.
Debuting in December 1944, The Glass Menagerie was Williams' first successful play. Told by Tom in flashbacks to the 1930s, the story centers on his aging Southern belle mother, Amanda Wingfield, who lives with her daughter Laura and Tom in a dingy St. Louis apartment.
Amanda works in a department store, Tom in a shoe factory. He spends his free time drinking and going to the movies. Afraid of the outside world, Laura has dropped out of college and retreated into her world of miniature glass animals.
Picasso at the Lapin Agile is a 1993 play written by Steve Martin. The play is set in a bar in Montmartre, Paris, where Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso discuss genius and art. The year is 1904, when Einstein is a year away from publishing his Relativity: The Special and General Theory, and Picasso is three years from painting Les Demoiselles D'Avignon.
Picasso and Einstein debate the value of genius and talent with a variety of other characters, including one from the future who could be Elvis Presley in blue suede shoes. A colorful cast provides insight and laughs in language that earns a PG-13 rating,
The last show of the season will feature a work chosen from those submitted to the Baltimore Playwrights Festival.
From more than 100 submissions, a limited number of plays are selected and performed at Baltimore area theaters, including the Chesapeake Arts Center. Theatergoers can participate in history and support local artists by attending.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer runs at 7:30 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays and at 2:30 p.m. Sundays at the center, 194 Hammonds Lane in Brooklyn Park. Subscription tickets may be ordered in advance or at the box office. Individual tickets cost $12 for arts center members, seniors and children and $15 for nonmembers. Information: 410-636-6597.
The price of tickets and show times were misstated when this article was published in the print edition. The Sun regrets the errors.
So, a little busy lately. I'll write about the holidays in satirc detail when I've got a minute, but this post is just slap-and-dash, with apologies. In OTHER other news, I was offered the role of Amanda in The Glass Menagerie. I've always wanted to do Tennessee Williams, and I've never had a lead. I might just take it.
15 November, 2006
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...we interrupt this angst to bring you the following announcements....
Murder! Death! Mayhem! Paycheck!
It's a killer weekend! Do Or Die Mysteries debuts this weekend at Spotlighters Theatre (817 St. Paul St. Baltimore, MD 21202; 410-752-1225) with The Legend of Creepy Hollow. Cybele Pomeroy appears as a nefarious displaced politician in a small haunted town. Dying to be with her are the Prince, Coco, BuddaPat, the Animal, and two brand-new cuties. Shows are Friday night November 17th at 9 and Saturday night November 18th at 8. Tickets are $15. On Sunday, November 19th, see her as an aging soap-opera sexpot from the popular television drama All My Traumas in A Murderous Production at Fabulous Whispers Restaurant in Pasadena, Maryland. Tickets are $25, plus cash bar. Doors open at 4 PM, buffet at 5 PM, and showtime is 6 PM.
Disclaimer: Do Or Die Productions officially denies any knowledge of the preceding announcement.
Murder! Death! Mayhem! Paycheck!
It's a killer weekend! Do Or Die Mysteries debuts this weekend at Spotlighters Theatre (817 St. Paul St. Baltimore, MD 21202; 410-752-1225) with The Legend of Creepy Hollow. Cybele Pomeroy appears as a nefarious displaced politician in a small haunted town. Dying to be with her are the Prince, Coco, BuddaPat, the Animal, and two brand-new cuties. Shows are Friday night November 17th at 9 and Saturday night November 18th at 8. Tickets are $15. On Sunday, November 19th, see her as an aging soap-opera sexpot from the popular television drama All My Traumas in A Murderous Production at Fabulous Whispers Restaurant in Pasadena, Maryland. Tickets are $25, plus cash bar. Doors open at 4 PM, buffet at 5 PM, and showtime is 6 PM.
Disclaimer: Do Or Die Productions officially denies any knowledge of the preceding announcement.