Part I. I drove to the front of the building and sat in my idling car, amused and somewhat perplexed. Before me, on an otherwise perfectly suburban block in Van Nuys, California stood an old-western town square with a saloon. The rotting, weathered wooden structure …
With the help of my father, I am now in possession of two sacrament trays. The bread tray would make a really cool ashtray. If I smoked. The water tray would make a great mini-shots flight. Alas, I have to return them to their rightful …
I am mentally preparing myself for a difficult phone call that I will make on my lunch break. I’ll be phoning a local Mormon church to inquire about borrowing some Sacrament trays for my upcoming theater piece. I am so scared to make this phone …
Last night’s rehearsal was scheduled at 7:00 pm at a downtown theater, on Geary near Union Square. That area seems to be the closest thing SF has to a theater district. The American Conservatory’s home is a beautiful Victorian theater that dominates the block between …
This is the reason for the circles under my eyes, piles of dirty laundry in my bedroom, and absence from any kind of social situation. It’ll be up and then over in less than a week now. I’ll reward myself with three days of sleep …
On Friday morning, the city was shrouded in a thick layer of fog and everything – the buildings, the cars, the vistas, the people – looked as if caught in a weathered daguerrotype. By Friday afternoon, however, we’d emerged into a bright new day with …
As predicted, I did no spooky celebrating last night. Apparently, neither did the rest of our city. Driving back from rehearsal, I noticed that the streets looked no different than on a typical Wednesday night, save for a few more people in crazy costumes than …
