one thing today

    I  wish, I wish, I wish in vain That we could sit simply in that room again  Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that                                                                                                                                       - Bob Dylan

 ... to miss Keith Haring.  p.s. here's a heads up  ... my latest comedian obsession ... Mojo Brookzz he told his baby mama that HIS mama died from babysitting

 

I was up for about an hour this morning and realized I didn't have a clue as to what day it is. Most of the time I can figure it out by something I did yesterday. not this day. finally, I decided it's Wednesday. not even close. its Saturday. The Goo tells me to use The Farmers Almanac Method ... i.e. ... add the last two digits of the year, one-quarter of that number (ignoring the remainder), the day of the month, and a specific month key number, then divide the total by 7 and use the remainder.  believe it or not, they're not kidding.

Am I worried or excited? Scared or intrigued beyond words?  I go on Chat GBT. I submit my short play and ask for critique. In an instant, an instant, it delivers a twelve page document full of extremely sharp comments, praise, questions, observations, recommendations.  i.e. I think there's a genuinely interesting play here. It has philosophical ambition, an unusual premise, and a surprisingly moving emotional center. My overall reaction: The play is strongest when it stops discussing the nature of existence and starts dramatizing what it means to love being alive. That's the heart of it. I'll approach this as a dramaturg, looking at both the writing on the page and how it might work in performance. The play appears to be about a creator confronting his own creation and deciding to destroy it. Joe Wright is perhaps a writer, God, playwright, or some combination of all three. Pop and Suzie are characters who have become more than the circumstances that produced them.  ...