Friday, December 21, 2012

ASP Hancock Family Holiday Challenge

The Cast of Two Gentlemen of Verona 
Photo by Stratton McCrady

Happy Holidays!

So, Two Gents is up and running, I hope you can make it!
In the meantime, I wanted to spread the word about the very important Donation Challenge below:
every year, the Hancock Family makes this generous pledge, and it is so crucial for our company that we meet the challenge.  So please consider donating to ASP, even a little is DOUBLED, remember!
Here's all the info below:

2012 Hancock Family Holiday Challenge

Posted: Nov 30, 2012
Hancock Family Holiday Challenge has BEGUN!

That's right. The AMAZING Hancock Family has stepped up AGAIN with a fabulous holiday challenge to help ASP thrive in 2013!
Donate Now
Download the form to mail in HERE
Every dollar received between December 1, 2012 and January 15, 2013 will be matched, dollar for dollar, by the Hancock Family, up to $50,000! We must raise at least $50,000 to receive that match. Please help with a donation of any size today!
Thank you and Happy Holidays,
Actors' Shakespeare Project
"I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks."
- Twelfth Night, III iii

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Your Social Calendar

So, The Lily's Revenge is quite the eye popping, fun spectacle, I think.  I really have never been in or seen anything quite like it.  So I suggest you see it if you can, since it's only blooming for another week!

But there's all these other things going on you should see too:

The Company We Keep, at BPT: an edgy new play by a strong new playwright, Jaclyn Villano.  With Marianna Bassham, John Kooi, Jessica Webb... also has Bill Mootos in it.  But you should STILL GO!

Also, ASP is doing the Scottish Play in Medford, directed by the fabulous Paula Plum.  So you can get your spook on for Halloween.

Apollinaire Theatre Company has extended Uncle Vanya thru Nov 11th, and it's a wonderful production with limited seats, so get them now if you missed it the first time!

And my good friend Doug Lockwood has directed Escape From Happiness at Brandeis (this weekend only, so go TOMORROW!)

So there's some fun things to do!  Enjoy!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Company We Keep

I'm not sure how, but Tommy and I managed to see The Company We Keep at BPT right before our opening of Lily.  And we were both very glad!

It's a provocative new play, and it's a lovely production, with some amazing actors and designers.

AND you can get 10 dollar tix, just by following the link below!

So get out and support new plays in Boston!  You will not regret it!

Here's the link:


Monday, October 8, 2012

Voltaire & Frederick

Very excited to be playing Frederick to Tommy's Voltaire in this! 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Salt Girl Redux

Re-visiting my solo show The Salt Girl for the event below, which is very exciting. 

What Object Is This?
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Registration, Play and Discussions 8:30 AM to 4:30 PM
Reception 4:30
Presenting a one man play,
"The Salt Girl"
Written and performed by John Kuntz
Discussed by
Ken Corbett, New York
Adrienne Harris, New York
Roberto Oelsner, Seattle
Moderated by
Lynne Layton, Boston
For social workers, psychiatrists, psychologists, psychotherapists, and licensed mental health care providers with introductory, intermediate, or advanced understanding of this topic

"I don't make lists when I go to the grocery store. Instead, I leave a physical representation of what I need on the counter top. But even then, the new object can never quite match what it is attempting to replace. It can never translate perfectly. And that's why I keep its empty twin."
Quint, in "The Salt Girl" by John Kuntz
The MIP Symposium presents the novel opportunity to see a one-man play performed by its author, award-winning playwright and actor John Kuntz, followed by discussion led by three prominent psychoanalysts.
"The Salt Girl" presents multiple dynamic issues, including the quest for meaning in life after traumatic loss, the use of complex identifications to maintain connection and cope with alienation, and the significance of mundane objects of day-to-day life to represent more profound meanings necessary for life.
We will follow Quint, our protagonist, as new events evoke the past, and as he uses what knowledge, memory, and language he has access to in making sense of his life.

About The Salt Girl
"I'm not sure I could pinpoint one detail of this thrilling play that could define its perfection, but as my companion and I agreed, we would be forever changed for having seen it...The Salt Girl is masterful." Boston Theatre Review, 2009
"It is an intense, involving, fascinating experience." The Theatre Mirror, New England's Live Theatre Guide, 2009 by Larry Stark
""The Salt Girl'' is a meditation on the power of that big, wounding, and inescapable question: What if? Kuntz explores that question with arresting originality." The Boston Globe, Don Aucoin, November 2009

Registration, including reception $120
Psychoanalytic Candidates and Fellows from the following organizations pay $40: The Massachusetts Institute for Psychoanalysis, The Boston Psychoanalytic Society and Institute, and the Psychoanalytic Institute of New England, East
Schedule Saturday, November 3, 2012
Registration, Play and Discussions 8:30 AM to 4:30 PM
Lunch on your own 11:30AM - 1 PM
Reception 4:30 PM
Location Fenway Health Conference Center
1340 Boylston Street, Boston, MA
Parking There is paid parking underneath 1330 Boylston Street and there are several public parking lots and garages in the vicinity of 1340 Boylston Street. There are also many two-hour meter spots on Boylston Street and visitor parking on the surrounding streets.

John Kuntz has written 14 full length plays. Kuntz's film credits include The Red Right Hand (Roger) and Anathema (Neil; Best Actor Award-Festival Du Cinema du Bruxelles). Kuntz received both an Elliot Norton Award and a New York International Fringe Festival Award for Starfuckers, and his plays Sing Me To Sleep and Freaks! both received Elliot Norton Awards for "Outstanding Fringe Production." His play Jasper Lake received both the Michael Kanin and Paula Vogel National Playwrighting awards, with productions at the Kennedy Center (Washington, D.C.) and the New York Fringe Festival. He was an inaugural Playwrighting Fellow with the Huntington Theatre Company and a Fellow at the O'Neill Center in 2007. He teaches at Suffolk University and is on the faculty of The Boston Conservatory.
Ken Corbett, Ph.D. is Clinical Assistant Professor at the New York University Postdoctoral Program in Psychotherapy and Psychoanalysis and an analyst in practice with adults and children in New York City. He lives in New York. He is the author of the critically acclaimed book Boyhoods; Rethinking Masculinities.
Adrienne Harris, Ph.D. is Faculty and Supervisor at New York University Postdoctoral Program in Psychotherapy and Psychoanalysis and at the Psychoanalytic Institute of Northern California. She is an Editor at Psychoanalytic Dialogues, and Studies In Gender and Sexuality. She is on the Editorial Board of the Journal of American Psychoanalytic Association. She and Lew Aron edited The Legacy of Sandor Ferenczi and, in 2008, Lew, Adrienne and Jeremy Safran opened the Sandor Ferenczi Center at the New School. Her book Gender as Soft Assembly was published in 2005. Along with Steve Botticelli she co-edited First Do No Harm: The Paradoxical Encounters of Psychoanalysis, Warmaking, and Resistance.
Roberto Oelsner, MD has been practicing psychotherapy and psychoanalysis since 1970. He is faculty at COR Northwest Family Development Center, visiting scholar at the Psychoanalytic Institute of Northern California, and guest faculty at the San Francisco Center for Psychoanalysis Child Training. He is a Training and Supervising Psychoanalyst at the Buenos Aires Psychoanalytic Association as well as the Northwestern Psychoanalytic Society. He is also a Certified Child and Adolescent Psychoanalyst of the International Psychoanalytic Association.
Lynne Layton, Ph.D. is Assistant Clinical Professor of Psychology, Harvard Medical School. She has taught courses on women and popular culture and on culture and psychoanalysis for Harvard's "Committee on Degrees in Women's Studies". She teaches at the Massachusetts Institute for Psychoanalysis. She is the author of Who's That Girl? Who's That Boy? Clinical Practice Meets Postmodern Gender Theory and co-editor, with Susan Fairfield and Carolyn Stack, of Bringing the Plague: Toward a Postmodern Psychoanalysis and co-editor, with Nancy Caro Hollander and Susan Gutwill of Psychoanalysis, Class and Politics: Encounters in the Clinical Setting. She is co-editor of the Journal Psychoanalysis, Culture & Society and associate editor of Studies in Gender and Sexuality.

Continuing Education
Psychologists: The Massachusetts Institute for Psychoanalysis (MIP) is approved by the American Psychological Associa­tion (APA) to sponsor continuing education for psychologists. MIP maintains responsibility for this program and its content.
Social Workers: This program has been approved for 5.5 Social Work Continuing Education hours for relicensure, in accordance with 258 CMR. Collaborative of NASW and the Boston College and Simmons Schools of Social Work authorization number D60120.
Physicians:The Massachusetts Institute for Psychoanalysis, Inc. designates this live activity for a maximum of 5.5 AMA PRA Category 1 Credits™. Physicians should claim only the credit commensurate with the extent of their participation in the activity.
Learning Objectives
1. At the end of this program you will have a better understanding of psychopathology as it relates to traumatic loss, forestalled grief and mourning, and conflicts with caretakers about sexual orientation.
2. At the end of this program you will be able to articulate comparative theoretical perspectives on the traumatic unconscious and it's various forms of expression.
3. At the end of this program you will be able to recognize how objects come into existence in the patient's internal world.
Suggested Readings
1. Harris, A. (2009). "You Must Remember This". Psychoanal. Dial., 19:2-21.
2. Corbett, K. (2001). More Life: Centrality and Marginality in Human Development. Psychoanal. Dial., 11:313-335.
3. De Bianchedi, E.T., Antar, R., Fernández Bravo De Podetti, M.R., Grassano De Píccolo, E., Miravent, I., Pistiner De Cortiñas, L., Scalozub De Boschan, L.T., Waserman, M. (1984). Beyond Freudian Metapsychology-The Metapsychological Points of View of the Kleinian School. Int. J. Psycho-Anal., 65:389-398.

Mark your calender for other MIP activities

Sat. Nov. 17, 2012 - Gilbert Cole
Sat. April 20, 2013 - Dr. Peter Goldberg

Massachusetts Institute for Psychoanalysis (MIP)

T: 617-469-2777
Fax: 978-926-0387


Monday, September 3, 2012

start me up

So, summer is about to end. 
It was awesome.
Prague was great.

We'll be starting rehearsals tomorrow for The Lily's Revenge at the ART/Oberon space.  It's a five-hour-long drag epic/extravaganza by anti-diva diva playwright/performer Taylor Mac, about flowers that stage a revolution.

I'm playing a Poppy.

Tommy is also in it, playing an evil curtain called "The Great Longing".

It's sort of hard to describe.

But very excited to start, and thrilled that I get to do a show with Tommy! (which doesn't happen all that often, actually.  Only twice in our 12-year togetherness: 12th Night on the Common and The Communist Dracula Pageant, also at ART/Oberon).

We are doing 2 Gents together as well right after, with ASP. 

So we get to see each other a lot more, which is great.  No theatre widowing, at least not for a while!

Happy Labor Day to you all!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Ryan Shrugged

Paul Ryan?  Really?  I turn my back for ONE second, and the Mittster chooses his VP candidate and it's Paul Ryan? 

Oy.  Great. 

Now I have to hear all about his juvenile love affair with Ayn Rand for the next three months. 

Or maybe not, apparently. 

Ryan is now back-tracking on the whole "Ayn Rand-is-my-gal-pal" motif that has been following him for years.  He claims that his infatuation with her Darwinian, atheist, uncompassionate, "step-on-the-poor-and-needy" philosophy was merely an urban legend.

But people are understandably confused.

Maybe that's because he credited her as his inspiration for entering public service. 
Or the fact that he was a keynote speaker a few years back at a national convention of Rand loonies.  Or that he requires his staff to read "Atlas Shrugged" as part of their duties while under his employ.
You know, little things.

I read "Atlas Shrugged" and "The Fountainhead", too.  When I was around 20 years old, just like everyone else.  And, like most normal people, I got over the notions of those books as I quickly grew older and realized that they are mostly crocks of shit. 

So any adult who actually takes Ayn Rand and her ideas seriously is going to make me raise my eyebrows thru the ceiling.

Her books read like juvenile romance novels, filled with evil, lazy socialist "takers" (Peter Keating, Ellsworth Toohey) and the noble, hard-working geniuses that they suck dry (John Galt, Howard Roark).  It's the sort of stories that flatter and enthrall every selfish, capitalist plutocrat that has ever ventured to creak open their mighty dust jackets.

And you don't have to be a genius to see how Randian ideas have fueled Paul Ryan, from gutting Medicare to destroying the middle class.  Leeches and succubi, all!

And its little wonder that Mitty finds Ryan so gosh-darn attractive.  Anyone who says one thing and then does another must make him feel right at home.  Can you imagine the dinner conversation?

"You want to gut Social Security?  Me too!!!"

Mitty must have had the urge to just strap Ryan to the top of his Cadillac and driven him all the way to the voting booth.

Actually, Mittens and Ryan even look alike.  There's this whole Portrait of Dorian Gray-thing going on when I see them standing next to each other.  Or is that too gay an anology? 

They seem like two cells that have metastasized in the same alien pod.  Together again at last.  And it feels so good...

Well, I am already bracing myself for Paul Ryan and the insufferable, libertarian/ideologue notions that will surely spew from his mouth. 

It's going to be a long time til November...

Further Notes:

So, today I read a long exhaustive New Yorker piece on Paul Ryan (written just weeks before his VP announcement), and I have to say it was revealing.  I think I disagree with just about everything he says/stands for.  Which is a pretty remarkable thing, especially since he seems more human than a lot of these other Republicans (but maybe that was just in the writing). 

And yet he still possesses a major factor that makes all Conservatives alike: a complete and total lack of empathy. 

Ryan's views, in a nut shell, are these (to me):  This is survival of the fittest.  If you can't compete, you need to lay down and get out of the way.  There's no hand-outs.  No free rides.  If you're poor or old or sick, well, that's your choice.  Tough luck.  The government has no business helping you out in any way.   Medicare?  Gone.  Medicaid?  Outta of here.  Unemployment?  History.  Social Security?  Privatize it.  If you need things like roads or schools or infastructure: pay for it yourself.  If you can't afford medical care: die.  He is a Libertarian Ideologue.  A Social Darwinian.   Every man for himself.

It's no wonder he loves Ayn Rand, who made selfishness a virtue. 

And yet Rand was also an atheist, which the Catholic Ryan shuns.  (How can you abhor the collective, and yet embrace a giant organized religion at the same time?  Isn't that a form of group think, ie, government?)  And Rand was Pro-choice (another Ryan no-no).  It's remarkable that the Republicans want the government out of people's private lives, and yet are constantly injecting and foisting their "morals" on the populance.

I'll probably keep adding to this thread as I go along and learn more about Paul Ryan, the man who wants to be 2nd in command of our country (and at least has a POV, which is more than Romney can boast).

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Mister Ice

I didn't say that

I didn't mean to say that

The moment I said it

I regretted it.

I didn't mean...

what I meant to say
was that I couldn't quite know at the time
what I know now.

Which is always the way, isn't it?

Just when you think you know.
You don't.

And then you have to start all over again.

And I wouldn't have said it
I wouldn't have done it

When you think that we are judged
Not by what we say

But by what we do

and doing nothing is still doing something
is still making a choice
a choice to not decide
to not make a choice

to not upset the apple cart

so to speak
so they say
as the saying goes

And all I really would want right now

is to know
to know
to really know

what is inside that heart of yours
what is behind that smile of yours
what is underneath that hat of yours
up that sleeve of yours
above that head of yours
around that bend of yours
stuck in that craw of yours
because I'm leaving the gate


with one hand tied behind my back


Could I have cream with that?
A lid?
A straw?
Some ketchup?

Just give me irony.
Just give me irony.

Irony is free.


Not free.

But cheap.

Very cheap.

So cheap.

It might as well be free.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Girls on Film

After the Guthrie Theatre announced it's dickfest of a season next year - tentatively titled "Penis under the Proscenium", it was nice to be watching a lot of films lately from a female point of view!

First, we saw "Brave", which is a documentary about the early life of British journalist Rebekah Brooks. 

Long before she began working for Rupert Murdoch and illegally hacking the cell phones of murder victims, Rebekah lived in a magical world of warriors and will o' the wisps.  She still retained her lovely, flowing red hair and strident independence thru many trials and tribulations. 

Lesson #1: if someone even mildly disagrees with you, poison them and turn them into a grizzly.
The person you disagree with is your mother?  meh.
Clearly, Rebekah had a sticky moral code right from the start!

All the men in "Brave" are loud, ugly, obnoxious morons, so if that wasn't a great training ground for working in tabloid journalism, I don't know what it is!

Rebekah: if you're reading this (and I'm sure you are) we are all so proud.  Don't listen to those people shouting about morals and corruption.   You are brave.  Go out and conqueor the world!  Why should the men get to break all the laws and get away with it? 

Next was "Snow White and the Huntsmen", which was a parable on the evils of homosexuality.  Charleze Theron plays an icy lesbian who marries Kristen Stewarts father - who also happens to be king - and then totally kills him by stabbing him with a sword, which is kind of like an extra long penis, only more deadly and difficult to manage.  Then she goes around picking up local gals and sucking their life force out of them by kissing the air around them really hard.  Then she takes a bath in white paint.  Really, she is just crazy as a loon!

Meanwhile, poor Kirsten Stewart is locked up in a dark dungeon with no one to keep her company except her lack of talent.  Luckily, she escapes and before long has two guys falling all over her, just like in those "Twilight" movies.  Kristen falls on a patch of enchanted mushrooms in the dark forest and gets totally high on their spores.  Which, for me, is just another example of the evils of gay bars, with all those nasty drag queens and their poppers and what have you.

Kristin Stewart's main love interest is Chris Hemsworth, who looks like a side of beef trying to work out a math problem.  They need to run around and protect the Kingdom from gay marriage and rainbow cookies, and whatever else Charleze has up her pooched sleeve. 

Meanwhile, Charleze dances around and around with a bunch of crows.

Luckily, straightness wins out in the end!  Kristin and Charleze have this battle royale and Charleze makes the same mistake that EVERY effete, gay James Bond villian makes (and they were ALL effete and gay): she waits too long to kill Kristin Stewart, she just has to get some snarky, bitchy little quip in first.  It's the down fall of most gays: we can't resist an opportunity to be witty.  Nor can we resist mirrors that tell us we look great.  Charleze's mirror actually has this golden man pour out of it, like some liquid Liberace.  How gay can you get?

Finally, we watched "We Need To Talk About Kevin", which stars Tilda Swinton as a mother with a sociopath for a son.  Really, if any mother is going to have a sociopath for a child, it's Tilda Swinton, poor thing.  Tilda just looks bleak and tired though this whole ordeal, like a dazed greyhound.  Just when you think she's going to get a break, someone slaps her or throws her pet gerbil down the garbage disposal. 

The whole film was sort of a rip off of "The Bad Seed", only without the camp factor.  The weapon of choice this time around is bow and arrow.  I personally much perferred how that little cunt Rhoda got rid of her victims in "The Bad Seed": she just beat them to death with her shoe.  Now that takes moxie.  AND she gets away with it!  Which is much more true to life.  Hopefully, she is grown up enough now to take Rebekah Brooks' place at News of the World.  She would fit in just great!

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Wilde Words

“The public make use of the classics of a country as a means of checking the progress of Art. They degrade the classics into authorities.... A fresh mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to them, and whenever it appears they get so angry and bewildered that they always use two stupid expressions--one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the other, that the work of art is grossly immoral. What they mean by these words seems to me to be this. When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true.” 
                   ― Oscar Wilde

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Hotel Nepenthe returns!

The Hotel Nepenthe opens (or re-opens) tonight!

Very excited to be part of the Emerging America Festival.

The show looks beautiful: I hope you can make it!

We close in 4 days.

Get your tix here:
or here:

Friday, June 15, 2012

The Hotel Nepenthe Returns!

I'm very excited that my play, The Hotel Nepenthe, will be back for six shows only as part of The Emerging America Festival next week!  

Scary Bellhops!  Fucked-up Starlets!  Wayward Political Wives!  Caffeine-addled Yuppies!

It's the same lovely cast: Marianna Bassham, Daniel Berger-Jones, Georgia Lyman and myself.

Gammons is directing again and designed the gorgeous costumes and set, which will be on the Wimberly Stage with the audience, facing this vast, empty array of red seats that the genius Jeff Adelberg is lighting.

Could NOT be more excited to bring this show to life again!  It's the original ASP production, hosted by The Huntington Theatre Company.

How can I entice you more?   The same production won The Elliot Norton Award for "Best New Play" and "Best Ensemble".  It also won an IRNE for "Best New Play" recently.

AND this is a HOME GROWN play, with all local artists and designers!

Please COME if you missed it the first time!  And if you saw it the first time, COME AGAIN!

And if you like the show:  please spread the word: we open and close in only 4 DAYS!!!

Here's all the info:

See you at the show!!!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Zombie Apocalypse

I dreamed it was the Zombie Apocalypse.

And the only weapon I had to defend myself was a staple gun.
Everyone else in my scrappy, ragtag group of survivors had guns, crossbows, knifes as big as hockey sticks.
Not me.  I had a staple gun.
As stressed in most Zombie movies, tales and infomercials, the only way to kill a Zombie is to shoot it in the brain.  Otherwise, it would just keep going, like some slimy, gut-leaking Energizer Bunny.
As you can probably imagine, it is really difficult to staple a Zombie brain.  Usually I would get pinned down by a gashing flesh-eater and be fending them off with one arm while stapling away at their skull with the other until someone in my group would come along and bash them in the head.
Our group of survivors was incredibly diverse.  There was this good-looking blond man and woman.   (And when I say “good-looking”, I mean they could both be underwear models.   They were stunning.)
  These two didn’t like each other at first, because the good-looking man had killed the good-looking woman’s slightly less attractive and slutty best friend (she had turned into a Zombie, so he kind of had no choice) and the good-looking woman was going thru all these stages of grief.  I wanted to say: “Man up, Lady!  It’s the Zombie freaking Apocalypse!” 
These two end up as a couple before long; biting and scratching each other the whole way.  Of course.
 There was also this muscled, cranky black guy haunted by his wife’s death; a scrappy Asian kid who was always breaking open the backs of broken computers and making them run again; and this incredibly buff Latina that did lots of push-ups and that everyone called “Sanchez”.
“Sanchez, look out!”
“Sanchez, behind you!”
“Fire in the hole, Sanchez!”
I wanted to scream: “She has a FIRST name, people!”
There was also this older man in our group who constantly needed help and would spout out words of wisdom every other second:
“Rain is coming, we best take cover.”
“No time for arguing. Night will be here soon. 
“Rub this curry powder on that wound.  It will throw off the scent.”
Old people are so wise!  Like very smart border collies or eerie genius children, you really want one by your side during a Zombie Apocalypse. 
And then there was me.  The sassy, middle-aged gay guy with a staple gun. 
Clearly, I was there as some sort of comic relief.   I remember feeling surprised that I made it this far, because gay men almost never survive a Zombie Apocalypse. 
Maybe that’s because we’re all taking our 3:30 disco naps during the outbreak and get eaten up in the first wave. 
Or maybe we think the Zombies are some sort of Michael Jackson “Thriller” flash mob and try to join in.
But the most likely explanation is that the Zombie Apocalypse occurs at precisely the same time as the Tony Awards.
Anyway, it seems my function in our little group was to come up with quippy, deadpan one-liners.
Like, if a really gooey, rotting Zombie stumbles towards us, I would say something like: “Oh my God, this one needs a Make-Over!”
Or if someone manages to decapitate a Zombie, I’d say something like:  “Wow!  And I thought I was having a bad hair day!” 
Snap snap snap snap!
Yes, even in my dreams, I’m playing a stereotype.
I’m wearing a suit and tie in my dream, so I imagine that before the shit hit the fan I had some sort of soul-killing office job.  So I'm thinking the Zombie Apocalypse injected some much-needed excitement in my dull routine.
I was also better looking and slimmer in my dream which, I'm told, is exactly what heaven is like.  Only probably without the Zombies trying to eat you.
I’m not sure how I acquired the staple gun.  It’s something you would see more in an arts and crafts store than an office.  Who knows?  But I have to say, as the dream progressed I became more self-reliant and badass.
 I learned that I didn’t need to be near the Zombies in order to staple them in the brain.  The staples could just fly right out from a distance, so if I aimed really well at a gaping eye-socket or exposed head wound, I could take down a zombie all by myself!
 Hopefully I will graduate to a nail gun at some point.
But I suppose that’s in another dream.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Mi Picasa es su Picasa

Oh Blog.

It's been a while. 

I was away, traveling. 

Then, when I got back, I discovered that I had reached my limit of pictures that I could upload.  (I naively thought that I could upload a limitless amount, but apparently there is a limit to them - or where there are stored, anyway -
which is this magical land called Picasa,
which now wants me to purchase additional space for some sort of yearly fee,
which I just don't want to do. 
And since images, for me, are such an essential part of this blog, I'm not sure what to do. 
So, we've reached an impasse, of sorts.) 

And yet, I just uploaded this pic above, so I'm not sure what gives.  It wasn't letting me download images a week ago.

Perhaps it's the size of the pic that matters?

I really don't know.

Anyone with knowledge or advice on photo sharing in the context of a blog, please feel free to let me know what to do here.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Shakespeare's Birthday Celebration

It's Shakespeares' Birthday, coming up! 

And every year ASP celebrates in Harvard Sq. with lots of fun, family-friendly events. 

Here's the info below, if you think you might like to come:

Shakespeare Birthday Celebration!

Apr 28, 2012
Harvard Square
Join us to celebrate all things Shakespeare on Saturday, April 28th all day in Harvard Square!
On Saturday April 28, join the Actors' Shakespeare Project -- along with the Harvard Square Business Association and the bookstores of Harvard Square -- to celebrate Shakespeare's Birthday.

Meet us at the Cambridge Public Library at 449 Broadway (outside of Harvard Square) at 11 a.m. to make a fun, personal banner that you'll process into the square with! Simply want to join the procession? Arrive by 11:55 a.m. (in costume!) and join us as we march to the heart of Harvard Square for the grand re-opening of the world’s only Curious George store. Then, on to Palmer Street for toasts, ice cream, face painting, music, theater, stilt workshops and more!

All activities are free and family friendly. Bring your family and friends and join us in celebrating The Bard!
Our partners include: Harvard Square Business Association, Zumix, Revels, Cambridge Public Library, the AfroBrazil Boloco Band, Charlestown Working Theater, Open Air Circus, FuFu and Oreos, and the bookstores of Harvard Square!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

the ghost

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

                                                                            - William Hughes Mearns