did you miss me?

Hi there boys and girls!

I know, I know. It’s been a long time since I last posted and I’ve been feeling terrible about it. But hey, it’s a busy time for the empire so I hope you’ll forgive me for slacking. Anyway, I thought I’d make it up to you by catching you up on all the goings-on with me over the last couple of weeks. Ready? Here goes.

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tuesday: not just for alcoholics anymore

I’ve always had this internal guide that I use should I need a good excuse to go out for drinks on almost any day of the week.

Monday – it’s the beginning of the week, must drown sorrows
Wednesday – hump day…halfway through!
Thursday – unofficial start of the weekend, since nobody does anything but clock watch on fridays
Friday-Sunday – it’s the weekend, that’s what it was made for

But what about Tuesday, you ask?

Well, with the exception of Fat Tuesday, I’ve never been able to come up with a good reason to justify going out for drinks on a Tuesday night. So my hard and fast rule has always been: If you’re out drinking on a Tuesday, you’re officially an alcoholic. That’s it. End of story.

That is, until last week.
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strangers in the night

A white man dressed in all black and a black man dressed in all white approach each other on a dark, deserted street. The single moment in time for which their eyes meet is the subject of Marie-Bernard Koltes’ play, In the Solitude of Cottonfields.

The play, which debuted at 7 Stages last Thursday, is a visually sparse but verbally rich examination of the perspectives, psyches, and motivations of 2 strangers that share a common, but unspoken bond. Ismail ibn Conner – who plays the Dealer, and Del Hamilton – who plays the Client, take turns delivering rhythmically poetic monologues that touch on a variety of opposing themes: light and dark, depth and height, virgin and whore. Like human embodiments of yin and yang, each man wrestles with himself, embracing both sides of the spectrum as he struggles to conceal, yet longs to reveal to the other his reason for being on this deserted street at this time of night.

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