Tag: Seattle

Melancholy…The Husband just left for a weeklong business trip

I hope that means we have a good marriage, that I am already sad, and The Husband hasn’t even made it to the airport yet.

Listening to NPR, conversation about an intriguing novel; “The Sorrows of an American”, tempted to buy it in hardcover.

Walking my Seattle friend to the subway after a lovely brunch at Red Bamboo, someone set out the almost brand new book “More Unequal, Aspects of Class in the United States” edited by Michael D. Yates. Of course I picked it up (to add to the clutter in the apartment) because it’s one of my issues.

I just joined the e-mail list for the McCain campaign, just because I’m curious. For issues and interests I checked Catholic and Environment/Energy and already I can’t remember the third thing I checked, maybe education. I’m curious to see what kind of e-mails I get. I am especially curious what the word “catholic” will spin out from the Republicans, mostly anti-abortion stuff I expect.

back in NYC

I have postings to post that I wrote in Montana at my parents house where there is no DSL.
My kid and I took the red-eye to from Seattle and were home by 7am.
Rehearsal at Triskelion at noon. It’s odd to come in so late in rehearsal, a walk-thru today. Rehearsal tomorrow and Sunday is tech.

Feeling Guilty

I’m going over my calendar and feeling very guilty right now.  Kendall is working on a new show that I was hoping to be in, but most of the rehearsals will take place during our trip to Montana (for My Kid to spend time and celebrate her birthday with her grandparents and her cousins and also for me to attend the wedding of a childhood friend). When we bought our  plane tickets–of course we put it off too long–there was a lot of finagling with dates and times to get to fly free to Seattle with our JetBlue miles.  As it is The Husband and I are traveling separately because he has a new job and doesn’t want to be gone more than a week. Feeling a little blue in the wake of my parents departure after My Kid’s First Communion I wanted to extend our stay a little.  Also My Kid is not signed up for any day camp here in NYC so I was anxious to schedule some more of her summer days at a “vacation location”.   If we had gone two days later and come home on the 20th with The Husband instead of the 24th (which enables My Kid to do some special activities with her cousins) I would only have been available for two more of the scheduled rehearsals.  That’s not much help.  Why do I feel so guilty? Is it because I’m Catholic?  Is it because I’m a woman?  Is it because I’m a mother? Is it because I exist?

Googling Randomly

I should be doing a million things (like cleaning–yuck and writing grant proposals–yuck), but instead I am hiding from the heat in our air-conditioned bedroom next to our sleeping daughter googling randomly.  It started with an on-line search for Brownie Girl Scout Try-It badges (because I have to get the requests into her leader today.)  I thought I could find badges she could get for the work she did in preparation for her First Communion or as a member of her school’s FirstLEGO Robotics team (there must be a badge, we saw Girl Scout First LEGO League teams at the Javits Center in April)

Then I googled Cirque du Solelil’s KOOZA because I was still thinking about this weekend.  I had hoped to see the production which was playing in Philadelphia yesterday when we were there and there were matinee tickets available.  I knew this because had the concierge check for me.  (KOOZA was concieved and directed by David Shiner whose workshop I was taking last fall when the seeds for the piece I did last week were planted)   But, My Kid didn’t want to go see the Cirque du Soleil  (Her concept of the show was probably damaged by the Simpson’s unflattering “Cirque du Puree”).   She was there to swim in the hotel pool and we had already dragged her to one theatrical experience not of her choosing. The Husband wasn’t backing me up, and I wasn’t selling it well.  We live on the East Coast, KOOZA will be in the region for months, it was not our only chance to see the production.  Other than seeing Bill Irwin’s show we were just there for a relaxing weekend get away. My Kid has been sick, The Husband was tired and the weather was HOT. So even though we could see the trademark tent from the hotel–nobody but me thought it was a great idea to go there.  Sigh.

David Shiner worked with Bill Irwin in “Fool Moon” which The Husband and I saw together in Seattle.  I googled Bill Irwin because he’s, well, he’s Bill Irwin and I saw his show this weekend.  I enjoyed the fact that his home page hasn’t been updated recently enough to include the current production even though it’s nearing the end of its run.  Bill Irwin led to the name Bruce Hurlbut, who played the piano for “Scapin” on Broadway and also for  the melodrama “The Drunkard” at the University of Montana when I, as a short thin high school student, played the child in the show.  His name led to the website of a new theatre in Washington full of our old Annex friends including Andrea Allen and Allison Narver and Jack Bentz who we had hoped could marry us but who wasn’t quite finished with seminary when we looked into it at the time.  I think he hooked us up with the priest from Seattle U who did marry us.

Gosh I feel so connected.

Wake up-pack lunch-take the kid to school-come back home pack a case with costumes and props-take train to Times Square-rehearse at the Producers Club-take the train to Lower East Side-eat a bagel-meet the family-my kid goes to Japanese-My husband and I take advantage of the time and go to pub across the street to talk through the week:  Tomorrow-I-am -going-to-see-the-matinee-of-Gypsy-we-will-have-dinner-in-Greenwich-Village-with-our-friends-from-India-and-his-former-boss-and-wife-my-Kid-has-a-field-trip-on-Thursday-and-I-may-have-more-studio-time-Friday-the-kid-and-I-will-go-on- the-Girl-Scout-campout-My-husband-will-fly-to-Seattle-Saturday-my-parents-will-arrive-in-New-York-on-Tuesday-but-not-in-time-to-see-my -perfomance-on-Tuesday-maybe-husband-will-return-to-New-York-on-Thursday-The Kid-will-make-her-First-Communion-on-Saturday-(I-still-need-to-make-dinner-reservations)-The-Kid-will-have-a-Japanese-Closing-Ceremony-on-Sunday-On-Monday-my-parents-will-return-to-Montana-and-my-husband-will-start-his-new-job…

After sushi after Japanese we all walk down 14th Street.  They take the train home to Brooklyn and I go to Theatre Lab for a Clown Lab.

Hello world!

I spent yesterday in and around Times Square.  I enjoy getting off the subway and walking past Birdland to the Producer’s Club for a few hours of studio time with some clowns.  It makes me feel as if I am part of it all no matter how low the level at which I do my work.  I am still doing it.   In the diner afterwards we talked and I was reminded of the book Art and Fear and the object is just to keep doing the work.  If you produce a lot of work then it follows that some of it will be very good.  Conversly if you produce little or nothing the chances of proucing good work must be slim to none.

Waiting to meet the husband and kid at Toys R Us Times Square (when my kid was a toddler she thought Toys R Us WAS Times Sqare– and if you asked her what part of New York she liked best she could be counted on to say Times Square) I saw the toys for the new Pixar movie.  I’m in love with WallE and Eve.  I know I’m going to start crying from the opening credits and cry through the whole movie.  But, I digress.

Took the Kid to New Victory to see IJK physical perfomers from France.  A tight show.  Gotta love the geometry and juggling. I aspire to a tight show that can play the New Vic and the international children’s festivals like the one in Seattle.  It seems realistic now.  An old friend (actually the director of the show my husband and I were working on when we met) is now among other things the Producing Director for the Seattle International Children’s Festival. 

We ran into Pre-K classmates from our PS 3 days at the theatre.  That family is now at the Neighborhood School in the East Village.