No Guru, No Method, No Teacher

Observing the obvious and then pretending it's interesting. Your cooperation is required.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

The Partisans are coming!

That controversial statuary of painfully thin men riding painfully thin horses, recently removed from Boston Common virtually under the cover of night, is turning up right under my nose. The T has decided to display this gift to the city of Boston from a Polish American sculptor, meant to symbolize the struggle for freedom, at it's Silver Line World Trade Center stop. This is an elevated platform that I have clear view of from my office window. I never liked the damn thing stuck in its dank little corner of the Common...but I think it might look just right as a distant adornment to my view of vast parking lots and ugly buildings. I am officially thrilled.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Firefly or Lightning Bug?

I took a second acting class over the last few months. Our last class was Wednesday and family and friends were invited as we performed the various things we'd been working on. It was the tiniest of shows and yet the usual nerves attended. It was exciting and fun. In one scene I played a Catholic priest suspected of child abuse, and in another Felix Unger.
I also tried out for the Firefly Festival, a series of short original plays held in May, and got a part in a ten minute play.
So, I'm starting on readings, rehearsals, call-backs and all the bric a brac of small theatre existence. So far I'm not freaking out, will keep you posted.

Brant

In my lunchtime walks by the ocean I've noticed a different flock of birds supplanting the Canada Gooose that normally lurk behind the Moakley Courthouse. They're a little smaller than the Canada's and have a black neck with just a little mark of white. My field guide identifies them as Brants. Not Brant Geese or Goose...just Brant. On their way back to the coastal arctic for the summer no doubt. They seem to have found a nice little resting spot in this rather forlorn park; a little grass to eat, hardly a human visitor to bother with, the Intitute for Contemporary Art going up next door. I wish I has a tiny little camera I could attach so I could see all the sights they're about to take in on their travels north.