Monthly Archives: August 2013

Back in the Saddle: Peer Gynt

School is once again underway, and this semester my studies are focused on modern work (modern, does not, as you might think, mean contemporary) spanning the period from about 1850-1950. Lots of Ibsen, Chekhov, Synge, some Zola and Strindberg and others, finally ending with Shaw. First up are the five acts and thirty-sevens scenes of Peer […]

A Moment of Silence

Shakespeare Santa Cruz, a wonderful small theatre company in the San Francisco Bay area, is being shut down. While I consider it a loss when any theatre company is lost, this one is particularly close to my heart.  It was able to use the facilities of the University of Santa Cruz during the summer months, and […]

Mr. Orwell to the white courtesy telephone

With all the recent revelations regarding the NSA, it’s clear that the surveillance state is a reality. What has not been clear, however, is how the government will respond. That has changed, at least for anyone living in Britain. The Guardian has just reported that in the preceding months, they’ve been under pressure from GCHQ […]

Secondary Obsessions

In the weeks between my travels and the upcoming return to school, I’ve been spending a bunch of time playing with my camera, and photography in general.  It’s been a lot of fun, and felt open in a way that I hadn’t experienced in a while. Back when I was working for a living, before […]

The Reading of the Lesson

The lesson today is taken from the Acts of Housecleaning, according to St. Byron and St. Thomasina, chapter 6, verse 17. “And lo, the season was upon them wherein the dust bunnies had multiplied, and they were so large and numerous that they could no longer be countenanced, and the man took up arms to […]

Wet Heat

“Prepare to breath water,” one of my friends said when I announced I was on my way home. August has got to be the month when every New Orleanian asks themselves (perhaps hourly), “What am I doing here?” I’ve lived in the semi-arid west most of my life, so I never quite understood when people […]