now you see me . . .

So my 'regular' blog posting hasn't turned out so regular after all.  But whatever.

Had a great weekend.  Spent Saturday exploring the sculpture gardens at PepsiCo  . . .  what a rush that place is; great art spread over many acres of manicured lawn and trees . . . it really is beautiful, but beautiful isn't really a strong enough word . . . it's astounding really.  A smaller version of Stormking!

We also checked out the Neuberger at Purchase College just across the street.  Nice little collection there.

Sunday we mostly chilled at home.  Read a bunch of Don Quixote and looked about for a new audition piece, and found one I liked from Rocket to the Moon, by Clifford Odets.

Last night caught a couple of episodes of some old Omnibus episodes from the mid fifties, which featured Leonard Bernstein talking about Beethoven's 5th in the first episode and jazz music in the second one.  There were two more but I went to bed.

Anywho . . . onward.

Writing via blog posts

In the absence of working on a play I can use my blog post for 'morning pages' to keep those muscles flexed.  Actually cheating though because morning pages are supposed to be every day and these blog posts . . . well . . . not exactly.

We saw Leave No Trace yesterday.  A beautiful film and Ben Foster once again shows why he is one of his generations' most compelling actors.  I've seen him in four films and he has been a standout in each . . . but this one . . . he rips your heart out!  Thomasin (sp?) McKenzie is amazing as his daughter as well.

I just finished the first part of Don Quixote.  That's slightly over half of the book.  My plan is to finish reading it and then get jiggy with the writing, all the while making notes as to ideas that pop into and out of my brain pan.  Nothing has really caught fire yet.

Bette, Wallace and I have started the Edinburgh conversation again.  We'll see what we decide but it probably won't be Happy Days.  Leaning toward original stuff . .. we'll see.  But exciting to be working toward that again.

Not much else happening.  Between Don Q and yard work, not to mention 'work' work, been a pretty busy summer!

Burbling

So in my typical summertime-let's-read-and-reboot phase I'm enjoying Don Quixote very much and just appreciating life in general.  Which is a good place to be I'd say.

Nothing concrete on the front of new plays just yet, but ideas pop up and I make note of them.  Not ideas for plays particularly but just thoughts, things that might be useful later.  Might be related to something else and might not be.  Might be and I don't even know it yet!!!

One thing for sure:  I do my damnedest to write them down as they come to me because then I won't forget them.  Once something blurps up from the deep, like one of those muddy volcanic bubbles blorping . . . in it goes.  Noted and waiting for the thread that binds it all together.

Not for nothing but I'm thinking of a ghost story.