Okay, so's I've been outta touch for a bit... Had lots going on. What, you may ask, could be more important than keeping my SG journal up to date?
Wrote a pilot episode for a sitcom on a very tight deadline for Bravo/NBC. What? John? Mr. Artier-than-thou, avant-whatever, post-post-modern-man?! A sitcom?! Well, as many of you know, my theatre company has been on hiatus, and to fill the time I've turned two of my favorite actors (and friends) into an authentic 1930's vaudeville comedy team. Someone obviously thought it might make a good series (and I think they're right). Imagine the Honeymooners (same apartment and all), only Ralph and Ed are a comedy team on the 2nd rung vaudeville circuit. Hijinks and hilarity are inexorable.
My feline son has been very sick. He's a 15-year-old insulin-dependant diabetic, but you'd never know it -- he's been healthier than anything. Until the last 2 months. Hyper/Hypo swings, horrific seizures, midnight runs to the ER, in and out of the hospital. It's looking like pancreatitis, but only Texas A&M U. can tell us for sure whether it's chronic or not. Suffice it to say I'm a bit emotionally unstable and more than a bit sleep-deprived.
Still no "real job," the freelance gigs are drying up and the bills are piling up.
I just passed 9 months clean and sober (go me!)
Working on an essay for TDR (The Drama Review is to American theatre what the New England Journal of Medicine is to American medicine) writing about Impossible Theatre/Cyburbia Productions/Kirby Malone and the use of digital media in live theatre.
And then there's life. Life on life's terms is one thing, but life in a crypto fascist consumer culture in an advanced state of decay is another! But that's another story.
So, how's everyone else been doing?
Wrote a pilot episode for a sitcom on a very tight deadline for Bravo/NBC. What? John? Mr. Artier-than-thou, avant-whatever, post-post-modern-man?! A sitcom?! Well, as many of you know, my theatre company has been on hiatus, and to fill the time I've turned two of my favorite actors (and friends) into an authentic 1930's vaudeville comedy team. Someone obviously thought it might make a good series (and I think they're right). Imagine the Honeymooners (same apartment and all), only Ralph and Ed are a comedy team on the 2nd rung vaudeville circuit. Hijinks and hilarity are inexorable.
My feline son has been very sick. He's a 15-year-old insulin-dependant diabetic, but you'd never know it -- he's been healthier than anything. Until the last 2 months. Hyper/Hypo swings, horrific seizures, midnight runs to the ER, in and out of the hospital. It's looking like pancreatitis, but only Texas A&M U. can tell us for sure whether it's chronic or not. Suffice it to say I'm a bit emotionally unstable and more than a bit sleep-deprived.
Still no "real job," the freelance gigs are drying up and the bills are piling up.
I just passed 9 months clean and sober (go me!)
Working on an essay for TDR (The Drama Review is to American theatre what the New England Journal of Medicine is to American medicine) writing about Impossible Theatre/Cyburbia Productions/Kirby Malone and the use of digital media in live theatre.
And then there's life. Life on life's terms is one thing, but life in a crypto fascist consumer culture in an advanced state of decay is another! But that's another story.
So, how's everyone else been doing?