Winter's End

"Dodge: I don't wanna talk about anything! I don't want to talk about troubles or what happened fifty years ago or thirty years ago or the race track or Florida or the last time I seeded the corn! I don't want to talk!" -- "Buried Child"

Now the winter was bad, and I don't just mean the weather. From family strife to friends falling ill to money woes and a particularly bad kicking of my already scarred heart, the past few months really did me in.

But that's the thing: these months have passed. And the winter is over and I'm getting better. And I no more want to talk about my troubles now than I did then. Does that mean, as in Buried Child, that someday my son will carry a dead baby through my living room? So be it, friends! I'm going to tell you instead about some new goings-on.

Some recent highlights include dinner with the Freemasons (and putting in my petition for joining), buying a tuxedo, visiting with Craig Van Kempen and recording a new radio play for a Radio Theatre podcast I am putting together. I'm also in a play at the Provincetown, which goes up soon - it's a terrible play, but it's nice to be on stage again.

Saturday I headed to waaaaaay far out Queens for a breakdancing contest, and then onto no fewer than three gallery openings. At one opening, at the Joseph Levine Gallery, I saw the following painting by Matt Haber, entitled "Shipwreck!" which I absolutely love:



Sunday brought a private salsa lesson with my ridiculously hot salsa teacher, and then an evening dissecting at work.

This week will be a lot more rehearsal, but Saturday I've got fun museum plans. Until then!

P.S. Much like my dear Mango Pancakes, I am trying out a new blog template. I needed to shed the old one, but I'm still not totally happy with the new.