I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the relationship between the ephemeral and the disposable. How can we make theatre that more thoroughly highlights the difference between these two things, and that illuminates the disastrous effects of that which is disposable? I don’t have anything resembling an answer yet, but maybe some of the theatre I make soon will help me sort through the muck.
I just uploaded some photos from Love and Info and the ill-fated Ghosting production. So many complicated memories from both of those shows, but it’s a pleasure to look at the beautiful work of Dahlia Katz and be reminded of some good times.
I’m so very excited to begin devising a new play with one of my dear friends, Maggie Hammel. We are holding auditions at the end of this month for Anne Brontë in a play we are devising about the Brontë sisters. I am completely obsessed with the lives and works of the Brontës and I am so excited to delve into this piece of collective creation.
Because I’m not working on a play right now, I have been spending my time working on other things that are extremely important to me. Of course, I’ve been working at my career in theatre –– sending letters, working on monologues, applying for workshops –– but I’ve been focusing the rest of my time on writing and other pursuits.
For several years, I’ve been really fucking pissed off when I go into Starbucks and see the number of people sitting with disposable cups. I have done nothing about it, though I have often thought of doing so. So today, I called a Starbucks near me and asked them about their reusable mug policies. Eventually, I had a jolly old chat with the barista, who had initially hung up on me. The manager will call me tomorrow, I am told.
More to come.