- Read my last assigned script in the first round of evals for AACT NewPlayFest 2016.
- WATCH assignments: reports filed for 2; 8 shows yet to view this year.
Category Archives: Like Life
New books on the shelf, thanks to Brett, Leta, Cleveland’s Horizontal Books, and Powell’s.
I visited several new spots, without making a big deal of it this year.
- Mead Theatre Lab at Flashpoint, Washington
- Anacostia Arts Center, Washington
- The Lab @ Convergence, Arlington County, Virginia
- Reynolds Hall, Shepherd University, Shepherdstown, W. Va.
- Paul Sprenger Theatre, Atlas Performing Arts Center, Washington
- Howard Theatre, Washington
I missed the VNPS annual meeting in Tidewater Virginia this year, but I got to visit a few places. Overnight stays in 2014:
- Manhattan, New York County, New York
- St. Davids, Radnor Township, Delaware County, Pennsylvania
- Martinsburg, Berkeley County, West Virginia (3 visits) (Thanks, Charlie!)
- Bloomsburg, Columbia County, Pennsylvania
- Rocky River, Cuyahoga County, Ohio (Thanks, Dotty!)
Along the broad swath of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania’s Market Street (surprisingly, Market is not the north-south axis: rather, it’s the narrow nondescript Center Street two blocks over) can be found some lovely old street name signs suspended from scrolled brackets. There are variations and simplifications of this design (clips instead of hangers, utility poles instead of purpose-built supports), and eventually the newer signs give in to the conventional perforated post and crosstree design. But still, these that remain are graceful and quite fine.
At Market and Main across from the Civil War monument is this well-maintained fountain. The only flaw in its design is that there’s insufficient dallying space next to it: lingerers are likely to get wet.
Not all of the businesses on Main Street are thriving.
A new shipment from Powell’s, thus some turnover on the read-me shelf. The Bible is my mother’s much-read copy, mended with spike tape; equal time after getting through Mohammed and Joseph Smith. Kate Atkinson continues to wait in the wings, perhaps patiently. The Echenoz translation is a bare-faced crutch to help me through Les Grandes Blondes. The revived-from-downstairs title is Catch-22, one of those books I came to so long ago, one with a strong movie attached, that I can’t remember whether I’ve actually read it.
A quick trip to Main Line Merion, just over the Philadelphia city line, for a quick, gentle wedding. A nice opportunity for a ride on SEPTA’s regional rail, something I’d never done before, and a lovely hand-built street name sign. I surmise that Idris Road was once named something else, because the fonts on the two wings of the sign are different: graceful serifs for South Highland Avenue, and a more no-nonsense sans for Idris Road.
Rather than an unboxing post about new hiking equipment, this is a goodbye to my old New Balance boots. They finally blew out on me, catastrophically, on a naturalist’s hike on the Appalachian Trail in May.
I bought these boots somewhere in the early 1990s—I know, nothing is built to last any more. Light and comfy, they took me up to Clingman’s Dome in Tennessee in 1993: that’s when I figured out that the nicely ventilating nylon uppers weren’t waterproof. Together, my footgear and I climbed in the Cascades of Washington, the Adirondacks, Yosemite, and many times up, down, and over the Blue Ridge.
Hey, the laces are new and in good shape. I can use them again for something.
Every once in a while, I get a look at New York that turns me into a happy-snapping, cornfed tourist. This view of SoHo, Tribeca, and the Financial District, with 1 World Trade Center in the background, taken from the sky level of the New Museum, is one such.
Can’t resist stopping for building-mounted street name signs. Bleecker Street, just down from the intersection with Carmine Street.
I saw dispensers in two buildings encouraging the BYO water bottle idea: at New York Law School (filling stations from Filtrine), and here at the American Museum of Natural History.
In 1999, I had a consulting gig that took me to New York frequently. On my last trip up there (which turned out to be the week of Hurricane Floyd [have I told you the story about the clueless D.C. cab driver?]), a music festival had hoovered up all the hotel rooms in Manhattan, so I found myself in a place called the Pan American in Queens. The matchbook cover that I saved touts it as New York City’s Most Convenient Hotel. Uh, no.
But it turns out that this patch of Queens, still known as Newtown, must have been the place where great-ancestor Josse had his farm in the very early 1700s. Gorsline Street runs one block, from 51st Avenue to Kneeland Avenue. As you can see, it’s beautifully kept Archie Bunker territory; it could easily stand in for Hauser Street.
Another hurricane story. The night that Isabel came through town in 2003 (downgraded to a tropical storm by then, but you could have fooled me), the Norway maple that shaded the ground between my house and my neighbor’s thrashed and flailed and generally sounded as if it wanted to crawl in my bedroom window for shelter. Finally, a shattering crack rang out, and I think I heard somebody yell, “Holy cow, look at that!”
A cleanup crew promptly showed up and reduced the entire thing to a stump and chips. My townhouse cluster never has replaced the tree. The Morrissettian irony is that I had just given up on trying to grow flowers that liked sun under the maple, and had just planted a little shrub that liked shade.
Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 14:53:28 -0500
Subject: They don’t know us as well as they think
To: “David L. Gorsline”
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Amazon wants me to give you a bunch of Frank Sinatra for Valentine’s Day.
Because I love you more than that, I won’t.
A holiday weekend affords some time to scan some old photos.
The bascule Johnson Street Bridge in Victoria. Today, it’s in the process of being replaced.
Where else in the world but Portland would you find an official city park the size of a manhole? Welcome to Mill Ends Park.
I found a couple of performance spaces in the Smith Center that I hadn’t been to before, unless I’ve lost track.
- Jammin’ Java, Vienna, Virginia
- Gildenhorn Recital Hall, Clarice Smith Center, College Park, Maryland
- Lang Theatre, Atlas Performing Arts Center, Washington, D.C.
- Marinoff Theatre, Shepherd University, Shepherdstown, West Virginia
- Kogod Theatre, Clarice Smith Center, College Park, Maryland
The year-end roundup posts continue. Overnight stays in 2013:
- Duluth, St. Louis County, Minnesota
- Natural Bridge, County, Rockbridge County, Virginia
- Martinsburg, Berkeley County, West Virginia (3 visits)
- Charlottesville, Virginia
- Manhattan, New York County, New York (also)
- Kennett Square, Chester County, Pennsylvania