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Help me save lives (and lose 15 lbs.)

May 10th, 2008

Right now, I can just about run out to get the newspaper. But on October 19, 2008 I’ll be running 26.2 miles to raise money for AIDS Project LA.

Yes, I am training for the 2008 Amsterdam Marathon, which will take place on October 19, 2008. (Please click here to sponsor me.) From May until October, I’ll be logging nearly 500 miles in this six-month training program put on by the National AIDS Marathon. It’s an exciting journey. The worst part will be getting up before 10 a.m. (like — SIX A.M.).

But it’ll be worth it. Not only will I lose 15 pounds or so, enabling me to return in November to a diet of beer and buttery clams, the money I raise will benefit AIDS Project LA, the largest provider of HIV/AIDS services in Los Angeles. Their clinic provides direct medical care, food, dentistry and other essential AIDS services — to people with no other options. 100% of APLA clients make $19,000 or less a year (in Los Angeles!); of those, half earn less than $9,000 a year. And they’re all uninsured.

Please show your support now with as generous a contribution as you can make. My personal goal is to raise at least $1,500 by May 31st. Your contribution is tax-deductible and it will make a huge difference in the lives of thousands of people living with AIDS. Every donation of any size will help.

I’ve done crazier things

May 9th, 2008

(But not recently.)

Yesterday I signed up to do the AIDS Marathon in Amsterdam this October 19th.

More to follow, I’m sure.

How Hillary blew it

May 8th, 2008

Love this short piece on Salon about just how Hillary Clinton blew the nomination. Yes, she was the wrong candidate with the wrong message and the wrong position (nearer Bush) at this point. But more importantly, her campaign arrogantly bet the farm on an early victory, and her chief strategist didn’t understand the rules. That’s really bad.

I would add on more theory, relative to Indiana and North Carolina:  When your opponent is running as the candidate of “change” and “truth,” and you decide to pander on the gas tax, you’re just handing him ammunition.

His point of view

May 7th, 2008

Never forget that everyone has his own point of view.

Case in point:  “Sex dungeon dad says, ‘I’m not a monster.'”

VIENNA, Austria – Austrian Josef Fritzl, who imprisoned his daughter for 24 years and fathered her seven children, said he was no “monster” and he could have killed her and her children had he wanted to, according to his lawyer.

“I am not a monster,” Austrian daily Oesterreich quoted Fritzl as saying in comments relayed by his lawyer Rudolf Mayer. Fritzl also criticized media coverage of his case as “totally one-sided.”

Seen from his point of view, the coverage does seem incredibly biased, no?

Get ’em while you can

May 6th, 2008

Investors in presidential memorabilia, take note.

This is the Hillary Clinton bobblehead, available here.

Given what just happened — a blowout win for Obama in North Carolina, and a squeaker in Indiana — I’m thinking that between the bobblehead and its model, the bobblehead has a promising future.

The drama at the bookstore

May 6th, 2008

Yesterday I went to the mall on a personal errand. The mall has a bookstore, or at least a Borders Express posing as a bookstore, so I also thought I’d drop in there and buy a play to read. A 30ish clerk of indeterminate shape came over to help me.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

“I’m looking for your drama section,” I said.

“That would be in with literature,” she said, corralling me precisely where I already was and was already looking. Then to confuse matters, she added, “If what you’re looking for isn’t there, it’ll be in fiction.”

“Why?” I said. “It isn’t fiction.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s drama.”

“What’s drama?” she said.

I glanced at her badge to make sure that she did indeed work at this bookstore, then looked around to make sure that this was indeed a bookstore. I gave myself a qualified yes to each inquiry. “Plays,” I said.

“If we have any, they’ll be on the bottom shelf.”

So of the literature section, which contains novels that are in some way “literature” but not “fiction,” the bottom shelf would be reserved for plays if there were any. I looked. There weren’t. Unless you count those of Mr. Shakespeare, which don’t count: In my mind, they are there by dint of being “literature” and because no one can hang a shingle that says “book store” without having them, even if your name is Borders Express. What was there, on the “drama” shelf of the “literature” section of the “bookstore” were a few anthologies of poems. I leafed through one and liked it a lot and was going to buy it but then quickly decided that I didn’t want to reward Borders Express, so I put it back.

Macy’s, by the way, had socks in the menswear department next to the shoes, and handkerchiefs where one would expect them, too, and both salespeople I asked knew this. If only Macy’s sold books.

The terminal diagnosis of theatre, Part 2

May 4th, 2008

Remember this post? Mike Daisey responded to it here. If you’re of a mind to, go read that, then come back here.

Mr. Daisey accuses me of making a straw man argument, either by putting words in his mouth, or by drawing hyperbolic comparisons. (Hopefully, not as outrageous as this one.) Straw man arguments, though, set up false targets (hence, the straw man); the charge doesn’t stick when you’re hitting something relevant that is actually there. I’ll get to that part. But first, one of his responses I flat-out don’t get. He says:

“Actually, theater has been in retraction about 100 years in Western culture….”

I’m not sure what to make of this. One hundred years ago, here’s what was playing in New York theatres: a lot of revues and musicals (hm, not much has changed), as well as Molnar’s “The Devil.” Elsewhere in the land, it was either minstrel shows, carnival sideshows, or nothing. I would be astonished to think that Mike Daisey thinks this was the epitome of our theatre history, and can only conclude that he misspoke.
In response to my scoffing at his suggestion that the theatre would die, he writes:

“I reiterate, I’ve never expected, predicted or commented on the idea that theater will ‘die’. This is a straw man argument.”

It is technically true that he never said the theatre would die. However, the way he talks about it is in a way we would associate with being on life support — which often continues after brain death. So perhaps it depends upon one’s view of “death.” Because I’d rather be unplugged if I were in such a situation, to me flatline life support equals death. Supposing that Mr. Daisey feels otherwise and is entitled to his own opinion, I’ll cede the point. Where we do disagree is that he seems to feel that theatre is dying — not “going to die,” but dying, or ailing mightily — while I think that larger institutions are becoming increasingly irrelevant to the future of theatre, a future which lies with smaller theatres and troupes immune to the economic realities he bemoans.

One last point I’m going to take the time to redress (and excuse me for quoting at length; the bold, from his own blog, is my own words thrown back at me; the itals are his response):

“Eleven years ago at the RAT (Regional Alternative Theatre) Conference in New York City a bunch of attendees were offering dystopian views similar to Mr. Daisey’s of what was going to happen to theatre in America and what to do about it. Many of the prescriptions, like those of Mr. Daisey, were interesting and fun to talk about and utterly impracticable. Erik Ehn suggested trading bread for admission. Here’s what I know about bread: Most of it goes stale before anyone eats it. The birds in my back yard are well-fed indeed. Meanwhile, many of us who buy tickets find it more convenient to pay with a credit card than to carry around fresh home-baked bread. You see where I’m going with this.”


Look, if you honestly equate my plans for repositioning non-profit theater development efforts to use their resources to adopt wholesale the proven university model of creating lockbox endowments for “chair” positions in order to create ensemble positions for artists with a plan to pay for theater with bread……I’m speechless.

“If the main thrust of Mike Daisey’s ideas is related to audience development, then I’m with him. If it’s about finding ways to keep local artists tied to theatres, then I’m with him again — except, all over the land, they are already (just not in larger theatres).”

Well, I don’t know if I want the artists “tied” to the theaters, so much as the theaters should provide homes and workspaces for ensembles to inhabit, and frankly I don’t talk in any form about “audience development”, though I’d argue that done correctly needs to grow out of the continuity and community of letting artists back into those buildings, but I’m not sure that’s what you mean.

The model Mike Daisey is espousing is precisely one that will “tie” theatre artists to theatres at which they will reside. I’m not sure how it couldn’t be so: When you pay someone a salary, you expect them to show up for work. Even Esa-Pekka Salonen, with his starting salary of $1.09 million in 1992 at the Los Angeles Philharmonic, was expected to show up and, you know, conduct. The model Mr. Daisey envisions might work well in, say, Arkansas (and this is no dig at Arkansas, a state I have a fondness for, and one that offered me my choice of theatres in Little Rock if only I’d go down to City Hall and pick one out), but it is precisely in those smaller communities that the salaried resident artist will be expected to be performing. That responsibility will, in effect, tie the artist to the theatre. Which I think is an interesting model, and one I might try one day in retirement, in a small-town community.

With regard to bread and bird feed and their connection to Mr. Daisey’s prescriptions, we are talking about economic models. I’m sorry that he didn’t appreciate the comparison, but here it is again: Erik Ehn’s idea about baking bread and exchanging that for theatre performance was impracticable. So, for the most part, are Mr. Daisey’s ideas. His sole example is of he and his wife supporting themselves these past eight years as a mini theatre company (a feat for which I congratulate them, truly). I’m not sure that this is akin to the model he extols — if anything, it is more entrepreneurial, and speaks to his and his wife’s savvy as business-artists. In the main, I’m unsure that the existing large-scale regional non-profit theatre model has a future (just as I’m decreasingly confident that most non-profit models have a future). Commercial theatre is doing just fine, on Broadway, on the West End, and in major cities around the globe. Small theatres are immune to the proclivities of the marketplace. It is the mid-sized that is endangered, just as most middle players in most economies of all sorts are endangered.

I wish that I could see Mike Daisey’s show next month when I’m in New York, but it will have closed. I share his passion for the theatre and his hopes for its future, and I’m interested in learning more about why he thinks what he thinks (as I understand it so far). And I agree with him that management models need to change: If you remove the word “theatre” from the discussion, the root causes apply to every cultural form undergoing radical change, from music to movies to publishing and beyond. The most foolish mistake would be to try to hold onto a past that’s already gone.

Mark in the Middle (of Glendale)

May 4th, 2008

I recently went on my friend Mark Chaet’s website to check something out, and while I was there I wound up watching the clip in his comedy section of his appearance on “Malcolm in the Middle.” I couldn’t help admiring the comic glee with which Mark character delivered the good/bad news to the harried parents that yes, they were going to have another child. I shot Mark an email telling him that, and he responded with a great little story I thought I’d share with you. Here goes.

 Lee: Don’t know if I ever told you this story, and it’s one of my favorites.  I sometimes think that the best thing about pursuing showbiz is the stories one accumulates.  This is brief, but requires a bit of lead up time.

When you shoot on an indoor set, and your set is a room with windows, and the windows are supposed to be to the outside, they set things up so that should the camera see out a window, what it sees will be appropriate.

So they’ve come up with a way to make absolutely enormous photographs, on some sort of curtain.  I mean these suckers are huge, possibly life size photos of real places.

So I’m working on “Malcolm in the Middle,” got a scene where I tell Jane Kaczmarek she’s pregnant.  I’m playing a doctor – be kind of weird if I was playing the local blacksmith, or a luggage handler.  And I walk onto this set that’s supposed to be my office and I look around a little, get a feel for it being my space.  And something draws me to the window.  And I look out the window at this street scene, and there’s this brick red wall across the street, and some sort of glass chandelier or light, and a large address number in brass, and I think that’s a Jamba Juice and I realize I’m looking at Brand Blvd. in Glendale, about 1/2 a mile from my apartment.  And I realize – hey! – I can walk to work.  I loved that.

This reminds me of the time about five years ago when I exited the subway station downtown and couldn’t for the life of me figure out where I was. For some time, I had two different offices downtown, so I got to know Central City and the Historic Core pretty well, but when I got to street level I was flat-out lost. All the signs were wrong. The one in front of me said 46th, which sure didn’t seem possible, because I should have been on 7th. Then I noticed the newspaper boxes were all wrong, too — and that the lead one said “Daily Bugle.” It was then that I realized I had walked onto the set of “Spider-Man 2.” Even with that, it was difficult to figure out where I was and get to my office.

Because he’s less phony

May 4th, 2008

That seems to be Maureen Dowd’s explanation for why Obama’s white support is “bleeding” in Indiana and North Carolina. I do enjoy the vision of the television caviar couple of Bill O’Reilly and Hillary Clinton seeming more “genuine” and less haughty.  Why is it usually the upper class who throw class accusations around?

Thanks to Joe Stafford for sending this in.

Good luck with this one

April 30th, 2008

Three residents are suing a lesbian group for appropriating a term that they feel should apply only to people who come from their island, i.e., “Lesbians.” They just don’t like it when Lesbians are confused with lesbians. (To my knowledge, lesbians are unconcerned about this confusion.)

About 90,000 people live on Lesbos, and I don’t know any of them. But I do know dozens of lesbians, and if only 5% of the world’s women are lesbians, there are 169 million more of them. Whether or not the Lesbians prevail in court, the demographics of popular speech are against them.