THERE’S A DOG ON MY BED


To post on the internet that Actorman is self indulgent is like a child saying, “Whatever!” when being scolded by a teacher or parent; it’s passive aggressive and meaningless. And what’s worse, it shows how one has put absolutely no thought into what one is posting. It’s stating the obvious and therefore not saying much…
[/caption]As I sit here with what I imagine to be the flu, I think of things, you know, dumb stuff to do. Like read or write or look at the light, Try not to think, ‘I’m dying!’ with all my might. I came across this in the New York Times: Three noted writers of music…
CHAPTER 1 – “MR. C and ME” Mr. C was my first drama teacher. His annunciation and articulation were intimidating and elegant. He was both instructor and mentor to the students in his classroom, and when he wanted your attention he projected and rarely yelled. The walls would rattle as would the three little bones…
When rereading and reciting the 14,000 line poem of Dante’s very sad comedy in quarantine, I am having this strange daydream about palm trees, the clearest of azure blue waters, and a little shack on the sandiest of white beaches that rents scuba diving masks to tourists. Banishment is a theme with a great many…
During the summer of 2022, I directed and choreographed two shows (at once) for the Lyric Theatre of San Jose. Here are my “Notes on Directing” published in The Patter Post, the newsletter of Lyric Theatre, the performing arm of the Gilbert and Sullivan Society of San Jose. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE (PHOTO: The Stanley…
“JEAN: I should have had you wear double condoms. But if you ever do it again, which as a favor to women everywhere you should not. But if you do, you should be wearing condom on condom. And then wrap it in electrical tape. You should just walk around always, inside a great big…