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Aug
20th
Wed
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LeRoi Moore 1961-2008

I randomly went on myspace this morning to see if anything was new and I was shocked and deeply saddened to discover this blog on Dave Matthews’ page…

“We are deeply saddened that LeRoi Moore, saxophonist and founding member of Dave Matthews Band, died unexpectedly Tuesday afternoon, August 19, 2008, at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center in Los Angeles from sudden complications stemming from his June ATV accident on his farm near Charlottesville, Virginia. LeRoi had recently returned to his Los Angeles home to begin an intensive physical rehabilitation program.”

I can’t believe it. He was an unbelievably talented man. It pains me to know I will never see him perform again. My thoughts go out to the rest of DMB as well as Leroi’s family, friends and fans. He will be missed terribly.

Aug
19th
Tue
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An Amazing Aim Conversation With an Old Friend

  • Nick: so when's your class that i have to take?
  • Me: alas, it did not pan out. Honestly, the worst part is that you won't be able to show up and insult me in front of my students
  • Nick: OH COME ON!!!! i was looking forward to that as much as air
  • Me: and you're a man who loves his air
  • Nick: of course, it's possible you're lying to me now so i won't try and find it
  • Me: lolol oh if only
  • Nick: clever girl. so what happened, how come you're not doing it?
  • Me: they wanted to use someone else, someone w/ more experience
  • Nick: but don't they care that i had a great joke set up for your teaching?
  • Me: I know... academic aholes
  • Nick: if you want, i could just go into an office you work in or something and go for the joke there. i just don't think it'll have the same relevance. Or i mean i could still do it. Just for you
  • Me: you really are a wonderful person. I just don't deserve you.
  • Nick: don't i know it
  • Me: I mean who else would find out I didn't get a dream job and then offer to make a joke at my expense?
  • Nick: hey, hey, i'm there for you
  • Nick: these five words i swear to you
  • Nick: well my version had four words, but you get it
  • Me: right...ass
  • Nick: i'm no jon bon alright but then who is? with that dreamy hair and boyish smile
  • Me: I hate him almost as much as I hate you
  • Nick: and i love him almost as much as i love you
  • Nick: how can this ever work?
  • Me: like fire and ice we are
  • Nick: i mean between me and bon jovi
  • Me: oh....
  • Nick: but yeah, i guess you factor in there somewhere
  • Me: oh I see....
  • Nick: oooo awkward
  • Me: I'll just let myself out
  • Nick: i think it's best if you go
  • Me: yes...I.... I'll just go then. But before I do I just want you to know i didn't mean what I said
  • Nick: you actually hate bon jovi more than me?
  • Me: oh no about you being a wonderful person
  • Nick: hahahah i really do hate you
Aug
18th
Mon
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COME SEE PANOPTICON!!

Ok Folks! Only two shows left and I’d really love it if you checked out Panopticon before the NYC Fringe Festival comes to a close. So come on down! I’m saving you a seat :)

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Written by Steve Pardun

Playing at

The New School for Drama Theater

151 Bank Street at West and Washington St

Thursday August 21 @ 3:15 - 4:20pm

Saturday August 23 @ 9:45 - 10:50pm

Order tickets at www.fringenyc.com

If you come, I guarantee you’ll see some badass dramaturgy at its finest!

Aug
16th
Sat
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OUR FIRST REVIEW FOR PANOPTICON!

Panopticon is a show I have been ‘turging for the NYC Fringe Festival ‘08. It is written by my brilliant boyfriend (I’m clearly unbiased) Steve Pardun and directed by the lovely Angela Astle. This is our first review and on the whole it’s actually quite good! YAY!


Panopticon reviewed by James Comtois

Aug 13, 2008

A Panopticon is a type of prison designed to allow an observer to see all the prisoners without the prisoners being able to tell whether they are being watched, theoretically establishing good behavior through paranoia of being constantly visible.

Writer Steve Pardun uses the idea of both the literal prison design and Michel Foucault’s theory of Panopticism to create Panopticon, a neat yet flawed drama that plays like a cross between the 1960s science fiction television series The Prisoner (minus the large white balloons) and Park Chan-wook’s 2003 South Korean revenge film Oldboy (minus the ultra-violence).

Patrick has been abducted in the middle of the night while sleeping. He’s blindfolded and taken out of his bed and thrown into a prison cell. No one will tell him why he’s been put there. He spends his first night in his cell trying to figure out what crime, if any, he’s committed. Patrick meets Dr. Manus, who tells Patrick he’s been stripped of his identity and re-christened Prisoner #67401. Dr. Manus refuses to tell Pat—er, Prisoner #67401—why he’s been incarcerated, since part of the plan is for him to figure out on his own why he’s there.

The doctor tells Patrick/67401 he’s in the Panopticon: a prison where he’s under constant observation. He will not interact with—or meet—any other prisoners. He will refrain from using foul language. He will do what’s asked of him without question. He will be responsible for his own rehabilitation.

At first, Patrick/67401 is rebellious, deliberately emulating McMurphy from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, insisting he’s done nothing wrong (while Dr. Manus insists he most certainly has). And he is punished for his insolence. Music is blasted into his cell at 125 decibels all night. His bed is taken away. He is warned the temperature will be dropped by one degree each week he refuses to do the assignment given to him (which is to fold reams of blank sheets of paper in half). And, of course, he is watched constantly.

Meanwhile, Patrick/67401 gets visits from an imaginary version of Celia, the love of his life, who tries to help him keep it together. Through her and Dr. Manus’s visits, we learn more and more about Patrick/67401’s past, and eventually we find out who’s put him in his cell and why.

There are revelations, then a twist, and then some more revelations.

Panopitcon definitely has some flaws that are hard to ignore. The location and reason for the Panopticon, once revealed, tax the imagination a little too much (or at least need a bit more explanation than what’s given). The script also omits some details about Patrick/67401’s past that seem crucial in getting the whole story. Plus, the idea of how being constantly watched can demoralize a person isn’t fully realized: acknowledging his finally-revealed “crime” seems to break the hero down much more than the torment of being under constant surveillance.

However, this is an engaging show with engaging performances. I was intrigued from beginning to end as to where this was going, and despite my previously mentioned complaints, I wasn’t let down.

Pardun is decent in the lead role, although more convincing when his captors start to break him than when he’s defiant. Mark Armstrong is effectively chilling and officious as cryptic Dr. Manus. But it’s Meg Loftus who really steals the show, giving a truly tender and sympathetic performance as Celia. Her portrayal of Patrick/67401’s girlfriend gives the show its emotional core.

Despite not delving into the theory of Panopticism as deep as its title would lead you to believe, Panopticon is an intriguing and entertaining Kafkaesque show.

Written/created by: Steve Pardun
Directed by Angela Astle
Presented by Glass Slipper Productions

Buy tickets for this show:

Wed August 13 9:45 pm
Sat August 16 4:15 pm
Sun August 17 7:15 pm
Thu August 21 3:15 pm
Sat August 23 9:45 pm

Please try to make it to one of our remaining performances. I will be there to give you an enormous hug if you do!!!!!!!!!!!

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samreich:
Ever wanted a Mr. Hammers of your own?  Well, his mom just had another litter.  These are hypoallergenic Siberian kittens (they don’t aggravate allergies).
Oh. My. God. I desperately want to own the white one and call it Angela Lansbury. And no, I don’t care if it’s a boy.

samreich:

Ever wanted a Mr. Hammers of your own? Well, his mom just had another litter. These are hypoallergenic Siberian kittens (they don’t aggravate allergies).

Oh. My. God. I desperately want to own the white one and call it Angela Lansbury. And no, I don’t care if it’s a boy.

Aug
15th
Fri
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Why do the people you love the most hurt you the most?

It doesn’t seem to make much sense. I suppose it could be because you have so much invested in them that you hold them to a higher standard. They are supposed to be the ones who are there for you, who make you feel good, make you happy. So why, instead, do they manage to consistently make me feel bad about myself? I’m starting to think that its my own fault for thinking too much of people. For expecting too much. For giving too much and getting nothing back, yet continuing to try. Ultimately, it makes me feel like some kind of an idiot, chasing after people and hoping to maintain relationships that have pretty much died.

I realize, to a large extent, this is a part of growing up - one that I have yet to learn how to handle gracefully. I just find it so incredibly challenging, especially when it comes to family. After all, I’m talking about the people I thought would always be there for me. I guess all I can do is take stock of the ones who are there and appreciate them and everything they have to give. They are the ones who ALWAYS make me feel good and who give back whatever they take. The ones who don’t just tell me they love me, but prove it through their actions. The ones who support me and are just as proud of me as I am of them. These are the people that make me realize how lousy the other relationships are. Still, ever the optimist, I know that I won’t ever completely let go of the mediocre relationships. I will always hope for something better. Maybe its naive. Maybe it does make me an idiot but I can’t turn my feelings on and off as easily as some people. My skin just isn’t that tough. I guess that’s something I might have to work on.

Aug
14th
Thu
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Aug
13th
Wed
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“Mary? IS THAT YOU!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Mary? IS THAT YOU!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Aug
12th
Tue
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God makes mistakes Katie. Possums are proof of that.
— My sister after finding an Opossum in her backyard
Aug
11th
Mon
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A text from my brother-in-law Joe...

  • Joe: I had a dream we were married and David Hasselhoff tried to kill me.
  • Me: That is shocking. I would expect DH to be more supportive that that. He's such a loose cannon.