ANTAGONISM


When you grow up Catholic, it’s the religion textbook illustrators who should get all the credit for giving you the image of their God. Not Jesus, not the Holy Ghost, but “The Father” as He is called when making the sign of the cross. I’m no longer Catholic, I’m not religious. I believe in a…
The past few days I’ve been lost in “Snuggy Land” and, HOORAY, today I’m better! The upside to being physically ill (as opposed to my permanent mental state) is I get to catch up on all of your FB posts. My conclusion whenever I do this is I’ve the most exciting and talented friends in…
I love teaching theatre to people of all ages, it is one of my greatest joys. I especially loved when I was teaching young people and I was handed The Bad Kids— The anarchists, The ones who had insomnia, The ones who wore vintage Issey Miyake they found deeply buried in the bins at Goodwill…
A View from the Bridge by Arthur Miller is often referred to as Greek Tragedy. The current Young Vic production directed by Ivo van Hove now running at the Lyceum Theatre on Broadway completely honors that genre. Caryn Beth Hartglass and I saw the two hour intermission-less play last night. It was the final preview…
Got off the JetBlue jet plane at 7:30 AM. Driving through Queens is a throwback to all of those gritty films shot in the NYC of the ’70’s. Queens was untouched by the 80’s Disneyfication of Manhattan. Queens still flaunts the rust and rawness that you’d expect to see from the window of a beat-up…
I’m in mourning this morning— Barneys closed. Did you hear? I never watched Sex In The City but I used to hangout at the old Barneys on Seventh Avenue when I was here in New York in the 80’s. I’d hangout at the espresso bar, I think it was downstairs, and just marvel at the…