plastichappy

hello from the countdown to christmas
been keeping busy even with productions under the belt

been messing around with friends on a new blog site...
check it out if you like: losfriars.blogspot.com

also, i've been assimilated into the myspace machine
look there for the end of the world.

my man roberto has arrived in town from chicago...
hawk has arranged a get together tonight at a great
old german restaurant. my girl nora will be in
attendance as well as huff, mr. roth and a special lady
friend, we're trying to get rob's mom jackie as well but
that may just be pipe dreams.

been reading lorca again lately... Poet in New York mostly
gorgeous

mi casa sioux indian!

That far off beach
My eyes stretch for miles
My toes remember sand, my mind cannot place

The sea rocks my dying cradle
Your arms kindle my pyre
I stand still and hope they will not see, me burning

I am wont of your disease
Peruvian or whatever you are
Your arrow's kisses on my week joint, my foreign tongue

O this lily, within,
I look towards the sky
Everything is above me, a tad behind

What good is it if you can't enjoy
The taste of a fly
The smell of war's rot
The rebirth of the non-luke blood
The water's narrow burrow in the silicone
Meaning: The pen exists and not the ink

had a tremendous weekend with the girl.
Headed to ann arbor on friday night with
nora and her army of blonde friends: lisa,
bethany, bethany and meg. we met up with
Hawk and piled into The Ark for a great
concert. a folksy singer named Kim Taylor
opened up for Over the Rhine. she also
sang along with the group from time to time.
over the rhine was terrific... a wonderful blend
of folk, jazz and blues! an amazing drummer
and Karen's vocals were like silky gravel. hot
hot heat!! some of us then sat in the lower level
of the heidelberg bar and drank dark dinkel beer.
Nora chatted with her old friends and Hawk and
i spouted off about how improv might be killing theatre
around here.
saturday we slept late and headed to the trendy
streets of royal oak. ate some noodles and walked
around the local shops. Nora then got her hairs cut
in birmingham and i sauntered around borders books.

because of a scheduling snafu we ended up at the JET
on saturday evening for an uninspired performance
of Nickel and Dimed... i don't know what the book was
like but the play was condescending, poorly paced, and
completely without soul or actual understanding of
working for a living on the low end of the scale. mr. Huff
had a few good turns... especially as a minnesotan store
manager and as a society lady. but all and all the show
was forgettable.

sunday afternoon the girl and i got all dolled up and
went to the Detroit Symphony for a performance of
Handel's Messiah. Nora looked gorgeous in a peach
colored dress and her fresh new hair cut and i cut a
handsome swath in my dark gray suit and paisley
bowtie. the symphony was great. flooded me with
memories of my father and also of my brother jim's
horn playing. ate a nice meal at Traffic Jam and headed
home to the couch for an evening movie... Bullworth

i have to say that i'm all for Bullworth for President
"Senator, just where is the nappy dugout?"