NYC Postnotes

***My camera fell out of my bag between Minneapolis and Sioux Falls; therefore, I apologize for the lack of pictures in the last blog entries. I am still hopeful it will resurface. A little travel tip for those reading...never use a Macy's bag when packing up your apartment after 3 months...duh. One flight attendant said to me, "We are not a Uhaul." Merry Christmas to you too - bah humbug.

***I will continue to write updates about Valarie. I did talk to her on Christmas Day. She told me to finish what I set out to do. Yes, ma'm. However, that was about the only thing that she said that made sense. I am concerned that this round of infection has affected her mental health. I spoke with her nurse who is also concerned about it, but assured me that her legs were improving. I am continuing to make plans for her SD arrival. Today I contacted Melanie Bliss with the Sioux Falls Homeless Alliance. She gave me some great ideas.

I Savored Every Bite I Took of the Big Apple

Sunday I hit Grand Central Station for one last time. I have said it before, but it bears repeating. GC is the place I go for a big breath of serenity. Yes, it is swollen with people running to their next destination, but there is something surreal about the structure. Also, during the last couple weeks of the Christmas season they have a special light show in the main terminal. People just plop down on the floor to enjoy...I joined them.

Next, I needed to go the festival shops in Union Square. I walked down Broadway and soaked up the city. My final stop was the Porto Rico Importing Company on Bleeker. This is a must destination for any coffee lover. I will include their website if anyone is interested http://www.portorico.com/ in purchasing the delicious coffee online.

I went to visit Valarie at St. Vincent's. She was still mad when I got there, but by the time I left, she agreed that I did what I did because I had her best interest at heart. I talked for a long time to the sweetest nurse named Katie. She assured me that she would check on her possessions that were stored in security. The book that Valarie wrote was not in her room. I believe it is her only copy, so I want to make sure that it doesn't get lost.

I am impressed by the care at St. Vincent's. They knew who I was immediately when I got there. Evidently Valarie had been asking for me and cursing my existence all at the same time. They promised me that they would not release her until after Christmas. My business card was attached to her chart, so that we could all work together for what was best for her. I am a bit concerned as she was not quite as lucid as she had been. I bought an Angel Christmas ornament with both our names on it. I hung it from her IV pole to watch over her. Before she drifted off to sleep, I kissed her on the forehead and I said goodbye. Hopefully we will see each other again soon in South Dakota.

My friend Benji came down to the Village to wish me goodbye. It was a lovely and relaxing way to end my time in New York. Good conversation and a great meal in my neighborhood. We ate at Daddy O's so that I could hug Kevin and Lucce goodbye. I also dropped off a Christmas card to Hercules.

I packed until 3 am and slept until my car arrived at 4. Leaving my roommates Diego and Joe was difficult. I am so glad that I slipped away in the middle of the night...it seemed appropriate. I would have had trouble saying goodbye if I had to look at the city straight in the face. Leaving in the dark was beautiful and appropriate as I had embodied the light of so many in my imagination, heart and soul.

Small Circles of Friends is A Large Box of an Island

Before getting to the theatre for our last performance (a 3 pm matinee) of Wapato, I ran down to Little Italy and Chinatown to pick up last minute Christmas gifts. I knew that going to see Valarie would not be a good idea, so I decided to take advantage of the day as the hospital took care of her.

The actors were waiting with a beautiful Christmas - thank you gift for me. It was a sparkly winter white scarf. I have treasured every minute with these women. Throughout the process, Kate and Lucy have been especially attentive to me as a woman away from her home and family. However, on this evening it was the words of Dale and Nancy that were particularly touching. Dale Soules is a tough duck; warm and fuzzy would not be two words that most would use to describe her. She said to me, "Kim, you are doing the right thing with this homeless woman. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. You see the world in the way everyone should. Thank you for trying." Then Nancy kissed me on the cheek (I had to bend way down to her 5 foot frame) and whispered, "Thank you for being the mother to all us old ladies. You are the dearest of the dear." I also need to add that I will forever be changed by the power of a wink. Lucy winked at me every night at curtain call. She has no idea how special that made me feel.

After the show, I met with Michele Pawk between her matinee and evening performance. She needed to do some Christmas shopping so I schlepped along to B & N and Bed, Bath and Beyond. We crack each other up.

We decided to grab a bite to eat at Whole Foods in the basement of the Time Warner building; I had no idea it was down there! I love their self-serve deli. Just before I sat down with her with our plastic take out containers and utensils, my phone rang. It was Doug Hughes, director of such Broadway hits as Inherit the Wind, A Naked Girl on the Appian Way, Martius and Doubt. I have been playing internet tag with him for over a month. He apologized that we would not be able to get together before I left, but wanted me to have his private phone number so that we could continue to talk on the phone and set up a time for a one on one interview in March. As I searched for a pen, Michele and he caught up...they are old friends.

While we were eating, I couldn't help notice that people were stopping and staring at Michele. We laughed hysterically as we came to the conclusion that people were trying to decide if she was a woman with an overzealous hand with make-up or a drag queen (she didn't want to take off and reapply her Hairspray make-up).

We said our final goodbyes and happy holidays. One of the greatest gifts I have had in 2007 is getting to really know Michele (and her family) better. Her friendship is priceless.

Next stop was 56th Street between 7th and Broadway. Theresa Flannery's boyfriend Ed was having a Christmas party as the housing complex he manages. This is not just any complex...it is the nyc home to names such as Sean Puffy Combs. Again, being around Theresa and her brother Mike is just easy. I enjoyed having a glass of wine on the 47 floor overlooking Central Park and Time Square with these South Dakotan and their nyc families. Her children are gorgeous, her boyfriend gracious, and Michael's girlfriend is so sweet. They made me homesick for my own family.

My final stop was the Barrow Inn to say goodbye to Natalie. I bought her a dreamweaver for Christmas. She has been a solid ear and real inspiration as she literally travels through her life via continents, eclectic employment and hundreds of friends.

I arrived home around midnight. Sunday is my last day in the city, and I want to savor every minute of it, so I headed to bed.

"A God Thang"

When I go to the library, Valarie still was not there. However there was a young Asian man standing by all her belongings. I asked him if he had seen an old woman. He responded that she had gone to Burger King, and he had promised to watch her things until she got back. I asked him how long ago she left - two hours. "You've been standing here for two hours?!" He said that when he promises someone something, he sees it through. He also said that he was quite concerned about her, that she did not seem in good health. I told him that I was sure that she was fine as I had waited for her last night, and she had not returned; obviously, she takes off periodically. We agreed that he would go to BK and check on her as I stood guard over her blankets, bags and vermin friends.

About 45 minutes later, I see them across 5th Avenue. He is practically carrying her. When they finally got to the library side of the street, Valarie spotted me, "Kim!" I said, "Valarie, what's going on? What is wrong with you?" She shook her left wrist up in the air, "I was in the hospital. See my bracelets?"

Evidently, she tried to get up on Thursday and could not walk. A bystander called 911, and an ambulance took her to Bellevue. By Friday morning, she had been discharged and brought back to the library.

The next part is a bit foggy as it went fast. I am not naive woman. I am not a stupid woman. However, I am an impulsive woman. Maybe impulsive is the wrong word as I had been thinking about what I did next all week.

Michael, this lovely young man continued to say that he really wanted to help her. I asked him how he knew her. He said that he didn't. Like me, he was just drawn off his Christmas shopping path to speak with her. He is a web designer who lives in Queens and works in midtown. I said to him, "So, if you want to hop into this with me, I am ready to commit to getting her off the street." He confessed, "In my culture, we take care of our elderly. I am in." We agreed that it was not a random act that we were drawn into the Valarie web and that we were partners in getting her off the street. It was a "God Thang."

Supposedly, Valarie has an assistance check coming General Delivery to the post office on Monday. She needs any money she can get. Unfortunately, my flight is at 6 am on Monday. Michael said that he would get her to the post office and then to Amtrak in the afternoon. I then asked Valarie, "What do you think about going home with me?" She and I had an honest conversation about whether or not she really wanted off the streets. I had made many calls and could not locate any relatives. So, if she came to SD it would be to restart her life comfortably inside. She finally said, "I think that sound nice."

I decided that I would take her back to my apartment, and Michael assured me that he would come and get her on Monday. He would have to lock up my apartment. My plan was to give him the directions as to what to do with the key via phone later in the weekend. I got his number and then went down to the street to get a cab.

It is 5 pm on 5th Ave and 42nd Street the Friday before Christmas. Empty cabs just do not exist. Phantom cabs are unmarked luxury vehicles that roam the streets of nyc trying to pick up passengers but at a much higher cost. Most wave them off. Unfortunately, after an hour of waving for a yellow cab and waving off phantoms, I gave in. "How much to get me to the West Village." $45 was the answer. No way! Typically, this is a $15 (gratuity included) ride. I tell the next phantom, "Listen, I got a homeless woman here that I am taking home to get off the streets. Show me some Christmas cheer and give me a break." Nice thought - no deal. I ask 3 more phantom cabs. Finally one said, "$25." Sold.

I do not think the cabbie took me seriously, until I told him to please pop the trunk as we has a lot of luggage. Michael and I shook everything with vigor as I did not want any mice as visitors. I know Diego and Joe would have loved one as a Christmas playmate, but there is a limit to my generosity. Once we got everything loaded up (included Valarie who can barely stand) We were on our way to my apartment. I think I actually said "I am an idiot" outloud as I sat in the backseat with my new SD travel partner. The Lord knows I was certainly thinking it.

Our driver could not believe what I was doing. He asked again and again if we were telling the truth. Valarie said, "It is my lucky day. My friend Kim is my angel. She is taking me home to SD." By the time we got to the Village, we had learned that his name was Richardo and he was from Milan, Italy. This city of nine million stories. He asked us about ours; we gave him the short and condensed version.

When we arrived at 55 Morton, Richardo basically carried Valarie to the door. He helped me with all our bags and then looked right at me and said, "This is good thing that you are doing." He was crying. He kissed me on both cheeks, hugged me hard and refused payment. God is hard at work here.

My door man Bkem acted like this was an everyday occurrence. He assisted in getting everything upstairs before wishing me goodbye and good luck. I will not see him again before I leave.

I left most of Valarie's things in the hallway as I needed to run to work but wanted to spray them for lice before bringing it into the apartment. I got her settled on the couch with a blanket and the remote and dashed to the subway. I had 27 minutes to get to the theatre.

I waited forever at the Christopher Street station. Once I got in the train, it stopped for 20 minutes between the 23rd and 28th Street stops. It was obvious the show was going to have to go on without me. There was nothing I could do. This lady next to me was really agitated by the whole delay. I said, "Do you want to hear a story while we wait?" She looked hesitantly at me but said, "Why not?" I told her about my last couple of hours and asked her if she thought I was insane. "No. Not at all. I believe that the world works in a way that if we just would listen to each other, there would be such a better balance. Thank you for choosing to speak to me. I have no reason to hurry, so being disgusted about being stuck here is silly." I told her that I did have somewhere that I was suppose to be, and that people would be angry. However, it wasn't world peace and the show would go on. We shared a deep relaxing sigh and smiled.

I ran like the devil once I emerged from the 56th Street stop...in high heels. The show had already started. Megan was thrown in to replace me at the last minute. Once I caught my breath, I told those from the Women's Project working the lobby what had happened. I was a bit disappointed in their reaction. It was almost as if they were sharing a secret that went something like..."oh, that silly naive girl from SD." I know the difference between naivete and doing the right thing. How sad that their naivete of their own potential for changing others lives may never be realized.

When the show was over, I apologized to the actors. They were so supportive and told me to get home as quickly as possible. Rebecca just masked her annoyance with a passive smile and nod.

Valarie was sleeping when I got home. I had stopped by Duane Reade to pick up lice soap and the grocery story to get dinner supplies. Other than sandwiches, this meal of spaghetti was the first and only I made in my kitchen the entire 3 months. We enjoyed hot cider together as I continued to ask Valarie questions about her past.

I got her bathed and to the bathroom which was difficult because of the state of her legs and feet. Between helping my dad after his colostomy and Valarie, I am handling the realities of the human body like a pro...if I do say so myself! :)

I called my niece Dr. Melissa as I was really concerned about Valarie. He legs were so bloated that she could not stand even the slightest touch. The skin was pulled so taunt that they looked like cellophane. Also, huge water blisters had appeared all over. Mel confirmed that she needed medical attention. Valarie insists that if she just had wheat germ oil and vitamins, it would take care of itself. I decided we would meet half way and make a decision after a good night rest...who was I kidding?

Valarie groaned and cried in her sleep all night as she was in so much pain. At 6 am I heard her calling my name. She needed to go to the bathroom. It was obvious I was in over my head. Not only does she have incontinence, but her legs were turning blue and the blood vessels above her right eye had popped. I called 911.

To say Valarie was mad at me is a severe understatement. This was the first time that I had seen any sort of mental limitations. She refused to go. She told the police officers that I had brought her to my apartment under false pretenses. She refused to go to the hospital as doctors know nothing. She did have point when she told them that she had just been in the hospital, and they told her they could not help her. I could understand her skepticism. We (the police and the EMTs) assured her that she would now be taken to St. Vincent's which is not a state hospital but instead religiously affiliated; they would take better care of her. She practically hissed at me as we all tried to convince her that we all had her best interest at heart. About the third time she told them that I had held her there against her will, the cop said, "Well, if you are going to be held hostage, this beautiful apartment in the West Village with this nice lady would be my pick."

They finally had to basically physically force her in the ambulance. It was heartbreaking.

I tried to go back to bed as I got little sleep. I decided that I would wait a day to visit her as she was really upset with me. Hopefully a little time would heal that.

Never Underestimate the Power of People, Theate and Coldcuts

Friday I had an artist interview with Chris McElroen, co-founder and director of the Classical Theatre of Harlem. I am impressed. This is a theatre that puts it time, money and talent where its mouth is. Chris is a reserved, sincere, articulate man. He, and the the theatre, epitomize social conscience artist activism. He was the perfect person to interview before heading home as he just sees the potential of positive change that theatre possess. I will be returning to SD reminded that theatre is a powerful medium in which to open the scabs of society's wounds. It may not be pretty and it may hurt, but underneath is the lifeblood that makes us all part of the human race. To read more about The Classical Theatre of Harlem please go to http://www.classicaltheatreofharlem.org/. Specifically, check out there production of Waiting for Godot that they staged in New Orleans this past year. They played to over 6,000 people (unfortunately they had to turn people away) and made over $60,000 - all of which they left in New Orleans. Beautiful.

After the interview, I went over to see Theresa Flannery at the photo studio. I hadn't seen her since our amazing Thanksgiving feast, so I wanted to wish her Merry Christmas. She is another one of those special individuals that is just comfortable to be around. She feels like home.

I told her about my "Valarie Tale" and that I was on my way to go check on her. The studio had a food shoot the day before, so she insisted that I take it all with me as I headed over to the library. Cold cuts, cheese, bread, baby carrots, granola bars, bottled water, and a very festive cookie display were are but into Macy's bags. I stopped continuously on my journey from 35th and 7th to 43 and 7th to give out food. That's the things about many of the homeless in nyc. The ones that I encountered really are just hungry and appreciated the food.

Shut up and Do

Thursday we had a noon call so to have a line through and a final dress before we reopen at 7 pm. The actors are sooooo ready to be done. They work, work and work at lines, but there is a lot of "3 more days and we are out of here." There are numerous beat changes, lines and whole scenes that make little to no sense. However, since Rebecca has never asked them for their thoughts, they just "shut and and do." I know Peggy, the playwright, would welcome their thoughts and ideas (we saw this happen last week), but Rebecca does nothing to facilitate these conversations.

We had a nice two hour break before performance call, so I finalized my "reopening night" gift bags and Christmas cards for the actors. I gave Kaipo a USF t-shirt, but I put together a bag for the women that included something that represented each of their characters and me. I included the NY Times best selling Love Eat Pray (Janice), a baseball key chain (Bonnie), Christmas bath gel (Bev) and Christmas socks (Mary Lou). They loved it.

The Women's Project had a Men's Auxiliary bake sale in the lobby all afternoon and evening. Since there was so many goodies left over, they encouraged me to take what I wanted. I put together a couple of goodie bags for Valarie and my friend Ben, who is a stagehand at the Overwhelming at Laura Pels Theatre.

After the show, I dropped off Ben's "Secret Santa" goodies and then went over to the Public Library to check on Valerie. She wasn't there. All her stuff was, but she wasn't. I waited for about an hour and a half, but she never came back. I was a bit confused because it was quite late, and she is usually asleep by now. I left the treats with a note.

Sitting watching the world go by on 5th Ave was a humbling experience. First of all....the stares. People seemed to be curious as to why I was just sitting there, but no one asked. I obviously did not look homeless, but yet I had dared to crawl over the barriers they place at night and sit on the steps. Also...the mice. They play and scrounge for scraps. I am not going to go so far as to say that I am conquering my fear of the little vermin, but I am realizing that they are just small living creatures doing the best they can...not so different from me...or Valarie.

Okay Jose!

This is my friend Jose. He works at Karavas on Christopher and 7th. He insists on giving me free slices of cheese pizza (I think he has a bit of a crush on me...) He speaks very little English, but we laugh a lot and he blushes more. He hated that I wanted to take his picture, but I waited with my camera posed until he finally winked at me. All of the other guys tease him endlessly about me, so they laughed and laughed when I waited to take his picture.

Lesson After Lesson After Lesson

Rehearsal went well. The best part of the day was getting to talk a lot with Kaipo Schwab who plays the roles of Crazy Horse/Rascal Lev. He is so interesting. He owns his own theatre company and told me tonight that this is the first time that he has been on stage in two years. Who knew...he is so easy to watch on stage. I will continue to follow his career as that he is so welcoming as an actor that I can only imagine that his film and theatre projects will find success because good things come to good people in this business.

I got some little things done during the day....I had numerous phone calls with everyone from Social Services to Social Security in Watertown. I am working diligently on getting Valarie home to SD. Of course, my fear is that I would send her home only to be homeless in Sioux Falls. I hope to have time tomorrow to check on her and see what her Social Security situation is. Again, if anyone reading has an ideas...please call me!!

Tonight I attended The Piano Teacher by Julia Cho at the Vineyard Theatre. Tracy WS told me that it was great, and that I should check it out. When I got there, it was sold out, so I took a seat in the lobby as my name got put on the wait list. Next thing I know, Kathleen Chaflant walks in. She is beyond lovely. I got a kiss, hug and introduction to her friend. She was concerned that I didn't have a ticket. I finally got one (I hate paying full price), and when I walked into the theatre the house manager asked if I was Kim. I said, "yes." She said she was just on her way up to the lobby because Kathleen Chaflant wanted to make sure I got into the show.

The Piano Teacher was great! Elizabeth Franz gave a performance that all artists should watch as a "how to" on the way it is done. The other two young actors were not even in the same league. I hope they know that they are on the stage with greatness each evening. To read an overview of the play go to www.playbill.com/news/article/112871.html

When I sat down for the show, the young lady next to me was so thrilled to have gotten this last minute ticket. When she reminded me that we were lucky to get in I think I grumbled something about the ticket price. She said, "You can't worry about money, if you are going to live in New York." So young - no wise. At the end of the performance she was the first person on her feet. I really loved her enthusiasm.

Rebecca, this young woman, and I found a couple different "theory of dakotativity" links. Her family is familiar with the SF area also she went to Wheaton College where Mark Lewis was her advisor. Mark and I studied together at the Actor's Center in 2001. The conversation lead to her family. I discovered that her brother graduated from h.s. last spring but chose not to go to college right away. I immediately thought of the Spirit of USF scholarships. Rebecca and I walked home together as she lives in the West Village too. We had such a nice talk. She is going to pass my info to her family. She is an eager actor (she auditioned yesterday for a Women's Project production); I hope she become as successful as she is lovely.

3rd Row for Baryshnikov - Front Row for Valarie

Today I had to send all my Christmas packages home. Yikes! I am definitely going to have to get an additional job when I get home. Life is expensive metaphorically and literally. Is Spezia's hiring?

We had rehearsal today from 11 until 4:30. The director continued to disappoint, but the actors continued to amaze me. A few of today's thoughts that will become exclamation points in Directing this spring...

• It is important for a director to not watch every rehearsal from the same seat. Moving around the house is crucial to a thorough point of view and responsible attach of sight line.
• All artists have a different process. How much should the director shift to accommodate the actors or should the actors adapt to the director's process?
• The importance of working against props (especially when it tastes as good as Almond Rocca) should never be underestimated.
• If the space is there...use it.

I went to a production of Beckett Shorts at the New York Theatre Workshop. It featured Mikhail Baryshnikov. Yes, you read it right, Mikhail Baryshnikov! There were four different plays, and he in each of them. He is delicious. He combined obvious liquid movement with elements of mime and clowning all wrapped up in a subtle physiological and psychological gesture. Brilliant.

The design and technical conceit was breathtaking. The combination of a master lighting plan and the music of Phillip Glass has genius. (Just as a reminder to myself, my notes for this production were written on the back of the Playbill). A video feed captured the performance in the moment. It was manipulated so that it appeared to echo itself in the first piece. In the final piece "Misha," as the director called in the the post-show talkback, had a camera on tight on his face during the entire play. He doesn't have one word but his facial were stronger than if he had verbally responded to the woman. The pre and post show lighting plot was so effective yet simple. It is amazing the power that mini-blinds and florescent lighting can have.

The talkback was recorded for broadcast. You can listen to it by going to www.nytw.org. There are two links, one from December 11th (where they talk to the technical team) and another from the 18th (with a French prof from NYU and the director). Did I ask a question? Of course. I am the second question on the 18th broadcast.

I ran down to Little Italy to pick a few Christmas gifts before I had to go back up to Midtown. I met Tracy Wilson Scott after she attended August: Osage County. We wanted to discuss the play, specifically the Native American character. She agreed that stereotype is the only glaring problem with the text. We grabbed some sushi and talked it through. I so like her. We have decided that she should come to USF this spring, so everyone had this to look forward to. She is a tour de force.

Before going home, I walked over to the public library to check on Valarie. She was camped out and sleeping for the evening. She looked safe and cozy (she was getting good use of her new blanket). I made a lot of phone calls today. The courthouse in Watertown confirmed that she was born there on the date she gave me. I spent a lot of time talking to Social Services in Pierre, but they couldn't help. Tomorrow, I will begin talking to Social Service Organizations in Watertown. I just don't want to put her on a bus and send her to Watertown with no answers once she gets there. I am open to any ideas for those reading.... She has nothing. I made calls to a few people with last names that she mentioned. No bites. Since she has been gone for so long and is 77, I am thinking there may be no one left. Send prayers please to help me best serve.

If You Are Going To Only One Story On My Blog...Make It This One

Had rehearsal today from 12:30-6:30. However, I left at 5 to meet with Jeffrey France an actor, director and playwright who agreed to meet with me as part of my artist conversations. He is really lovely and I like the way he continues to push his artistry by honing his instrumental skills, teaching Shakespeare intensives, dancing, acting, directing and now playwrighting.

I had a couple of hours to get some Christmas shopping done, after I - ever so carefully - picked pashimi and cashmere scarves for gifts back home, I headed over to B & N on 46th and 5th. There is a signed book there that I saw over a week ago that I wanted to hunt down. As I walked past the NY Public Library, I became distracted by the guardian lions that are recognizable to many (especially in my home as we are Ghostbuster freaks). The lions were decorated and I thought that I needed a pic.

As I was walking away, I saw this homeless woman (with all her bags) sitting on the upper level cement benches in front of the library. She was just watching the world go by. I walked up the steps, wished her Merry Christmas, and gave her a dollar. She responded as if I had just given her a dozen roses. Her cute little face just beamed and thanked me profusely. I moved on to B & N.

My book was - unbelievably - still there. It was the last one and a sales clerk had to help me dig for it. She even said, "Wow, you're lucky. There are so few of these around." The whole time I could not help thinking of this woman back at the library.

I purchased the book and headed back to the library. I decided that I would give her one of the scarves that I had bought; everyone deserves to have something pretty at Christmas. I walked up to and said, "Hello, again." She was happy to see me.

After giving her attire a good look, it was clear that a shiny pashimi scarf would be silly. She was pretty well bundled with wool scarf, mitten and hat. Also, her coat was appeared warm. So, I said to her, "What is your name?"

She giggled and looked at me as if she did not quite understand what language I was speaking.
"Valarie," she said.

"Hi Valarie, I am Kim. I was wondering if there is anything special that I can get you? Are you hungry?"

"No, thank you. People are quite nice about that, but it was nice of you to ask. Why are you interested in helping me?"

"I don't know, I was just drawn to the way you are sitting up here. You are not sitting out on the street with your hand out. Yet, it is obvious that you plan on sleeping outside tonight," I said.

"I have to wait to move closer to the library until they come and put the barricades up. There is a meeting in the library of some sort, but when it is done, security will put up the gates and then we can move up the building on the steps. They are really nice about it."

I asked her why she did not go to one of the shelters. She said that you have to sit in a chair all night and you don't want to sleep when there because all your stuff may be gone when you wake up. She felt safer on the street. The entire time we spoke, mice were running over our feet and playing in her bags.

I asked her where she came from and how long she had been living on the streets. She came from Washington, DC, but she was waiting for social security to help her because she did not have a picture ID, so she could not register for any money.

My next question was this..."Valarie, if you could be anywhere - go anywhere where would it be? I guess that I am asking, where would you go if you got the money you needed."

She said, "I am need to get money together so I can go to South Dakota first before I move on to the West Coast."

If one does not believe in God, please reread that last piece of dialogue.

I told her that I too was from SD, she giggled again. As it was about 8 o'clock, and I wanted to get her what she needed. I asked her again what would make you more comfortable for the evening. She said - really - she was fine. I asked her if she had a warm blanket. She said yes, but one can never have enough blankets. "How about clothing?" She said she would love a new pair of pants with pockets (so that she could keep valuables close). I told her I would be back.

I ran over to Conways before going back down to the Village to my apartment, where I had purchased the coziest of cozy blankets earlier this fall. At Conways I bought here a pair of pocketed thick, brown pants and a pair of cozy sweatpants. I returned by 9:30.

I gave her the new items and she said, "You are from South Dakota 'cuz us South Dakota people don't fool around; we just get it done." She acted like a 5 year old on Christmas morning with the new items. She could not have been more appreciative.

I then got the rest of her story. Valarie's real name is Verna Arlene Bremer and she was born in Watertown, SD on March 21, 1930. According to her, she has written a children's book (her pen name is Valarie) and just got a copyright for the hard copy version when in Washington. After I told her what I do for a living, she told me that her book would make a wonderful movie. Also, the one person who she would like to find in nyc is Morgan Freedman, as they used to work together when she first lived in the city in the late 60's and early 70's. She say that she was once a flight attendant for United (I think this may actually be true) and that is where she met her scoundrel of a husband. She also claims to have worked in law enforcement and specifically for the CIA and the FBI. She worked in publishing in Long Island too.

I asked her what happened that she landed up on the streets. She said that she has chosen this us a protest to the over capitalization of our country. My favorite comment was, "My first 50 years, I was the perfect little woman. I did everything right and everything anybody asked of me. But things happened. I have decided for my last 50, I am going to be an activist."

I said, "But wouldn't you rather be in your own home?"

She confessed that she would, but that until she got her picture ID she would continue to fight the big fight. She was full of stories ranging from knowing the whistle blower in Watergate to bragging about the fact that she has never smoked, drank on occasion, but probably should not live in a place like Reno again as she likes to gamble. Frankly, she is quite happy and seemingly lucid.

Did it cross my mind to bring her back to my apartment? Truthfully, I had to talk myself out of it both times that I walked away from her. I called my sister-in-law, and we are checking on a few of the family names and bus tickets. In the meantime, I told her that I will check on her in a couple of days. We hugged goodbye, and she told me, "Kim, you are something." Is that a SD phrase or what? Also, I only told her my name one time...extraordinary. Please pray for Verna Bremer from Watertown and the New York Public Library.

Inspired Artists Inspire Me

Today I caught the Sunday Matinee of Cyrano with Kevin Kline, Jennifer Garner and Daniel Sumjata. I bought a $20 standing room ticket and moved to an open seat at intermission, so I was treated to the sweeping grandeur of the spectacle, but than watch Kline's mastery on stage up close and personal.

The sets looked like reproduction of tapestries from the period. I wish I had the budget to create this type of visual feast .

I don't know if I my memory of the story of Cyrano de Bergerac has been obscured by Steve Martin's comic interpretation, but I was really surprised by the poignant sincerity and tragic selfless romanticism.

Kevin Kline was brilliant. Daniel Sumjata was pretty. Jennifer Garner was...frivolous. I blame the director for the unbalanced performances - in style. Jennifer played Roxanne as sugary sweet girl who floated around the stage oblivious to the dangers of war and love. She is adorable, but I wanted to see more depth from a character who falls in love through the sincerity of words not by just a pretty face.

At the end, the controlled emotion emoted by Kline was beautiful. I was moved by his performance and storytelling.

Following the curtain call, the actors invited the audience to participate in an auction to support Equity Fights AIDS. The item they auctioned off?...Cyrano's nose from this performance. Once it got to $900, Jennifer threw in her false eyelashes. The gentleman sitting right next to me won with a winning bid of $1,200.

Tonight I went to "An Evening with Ani DiFranco" at the 92nd Street Y. Ani DiFranco is my favorite musical artist. Well, that is not entirely true. She shares that title with Elvis Costello. Kim Bartling's two desert island cd picks...Dilate by Ani DiFranco and Imperial Bedroom by Elvis Costello.

Ani is such an amazing voice of social conscience and activism. She has just published a book of poetry, so between discussing her musical and personal journey, she read a few of her poems. Here are the interesting thoughts and soundbites from the evening:

She confessed that writing poetry was terrifying. "I don't see it all - I only hear it."

Ani first learned about poetry from an artist-in-resident when in elementary school. She said from her she learned about free sketching. One doesn't have to draw a portrait by drawing the nose, eyes, ears exactly right the first time. Instead it is best to start with a free sketch. The process of writing poetry is like that..don't start too specific.

When Little Plastic Castles came out, she decided to quit reading anything that was printed about herself and has stuck to this. She said, "I care about the opinions of those close to me and all the hundreds that I have about myself."

What is the difference between writing a song and a poem? "A song has more constrictions. They have an inherent form. Poetry is more liberating."

Poetry is all around us. A poet is the one who sees it."

She cites the following as influences: Thelonius Monk, Utah Phillips, Macy O'Parker, and Sekou Sundiata.

"I came up in folk festivals and you are part of the community. The stage is an unfortunate circumstance to creating art."

Her definition of folk music is "music that is political expressive and non-commercial."

"We need to reimagine ourselves, not as consumers but as citizens."

"I really enjoy my work and I can say that without any romanticism or exaggeration. It is a privilege to negotiate my work and still feed myself."

"I never had put the pressure or lived by the philosophy that said..'If I just achieve that' or "just get there' I will be happy."

When asked how things have changed since having her baby, she said that now she as to work during nap times. "I used to spend full days of swimming around with one world. It has slowed me down, and I say that with no negativity. I just do and say less and just try to be more. It is crazy as I have never had a boss before."

She said that her has a whole new respect for the woman that their ability to give birth. "As a mother, first you give your body and then you give your life."

"We need to figure out how - as women - we can help each other recognize each other's bodies from the moment it gets turned on to the moment it is turned off."

"I have no regrets. Things may shift, but it was true at that time."

When asked what is her greatest vice...
"Sometimes I throw stuff that is recyclable. Most of my vices on conveniences."

I bought a signed copy of her new book of poetry...and now I am off to bed to read.

Over the River and Through the Woods to Michele's House We Go.

Friday morning, Kate Cadwell - the woman from who I am subletting - stopped by to show the apartment to the next prospective tenant. She was really very nice and was thrilled to see the cats. I think she was pleased with what I had done with the apartment.

I headed up to Penn Station to grab a train on the New Jersey transit. I had to endure awful transit service people, but I made my way to South Orange, New Jersey to spend the day with Michele Pawk. It is amazing how 45 minutes on a train lands one in a Dickens-like village.

Michele needed to spend the day Christmas shopping, so we hit Costco (my first time) and ToysrUs. I can't tell you how much I enjoy spending time with Michele. She is a woman who oozes positive energy and love. I feel like I have known her a lifetime. Our friendship is...easy.

I was so fun to visit Michele's home and family. Her son Jack and son John Dosset are exactly as she had describe them warm and gracious. Their house is beautiful; it looks as if it was plucked from McKennan Park. The next time that I am in nyc, I am going to spend more time with them in NJ.

Michele and I grabbed the train back that night as Michele had a performance of Hairspray. I had an invitation to go to a birthday party for Neil Turitz just a couple of blocks from my apartment. It was another full day.

Things that make me go hmmm...

• Yesterday, I saw John Turturro on the corner of 35th and 7th. I touched his sleeve and told him that I love his choices in work. He seemed to appreciate the comment.
• People who are compelled to check their cells phones during a production should be tarred and feathered. Really are you that important? Tonight, one bone head was texting in a box seat (far house left). The entire balcony and mezzenine was distracted by his Darth Vadar light. Again, I chose to quote Syl Schetnan, "Hey buddy, you are not nearly as important as you think you are."
• The city of New York does - in fact - fine people $500 if one's cell phone goes off during a show. )Frankly, I do not know how they enforce it. Tonight, during the final moment, the guy sitting next to me phone went off...nothing.
• Speaking of fines, as of last month, feeding pigeons in NYC will cost you $1,000 in fines.

"The View" was better today.

I got up early – for me – this morning. I still have “attend a television taping” on my list of things to do. I attended a Letterman taping years ago when Mitch Maguire worked there. I will never forget it; U2 was the musical guest. Mom and I tried to go to The View when she was here, but it was a no-go. I thought I would try again. When I got there at 8 am (upper west side), I was #39…and holding. Long (and cold) story short, there are two tapings on Thursday’s and 40 people WITH tickets did not get into each taping. Obviously, as a standby ticket holder…I did not see The View today.

I did get a few errands done in the meantime. As I waited for the second taping, I bought a baby present for my friend and Broadway director Gabriel Barre, his wife Tricia and new baby Tristen. Also, I am buying copies of Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Gehlman for the 4 women in Wapato, so I got that taken care of too.

Why doesn’t SF have a Borders? They have free membership and the coupons are so much better than Barnes and Noble. I think my brother Thad should invest and bring one to SF. Thoughts from the SF peanut gallery?

When I got rehearsal, I told Jack (the stage manager) that I would not be at rehearsal on Friday. He said – hesitantly – okay, and that from now on, if I am going to be late, leave early or not be there at all to let him know and not Rebecca. I restrained physically, but I was laughing hysterically on the inside. Can you imagine the conversation after I left rehearsal yesterday…Keep Kim away from Rebecca. I am glad to oblige.

So, I won’t assume to take credit, but the tone of rehearsal today took a huge, welcomed turn. The actors were playful on stage, laughter and improv led to new, effective blocking. Rebecca did not micromanage the room and – I kid you not – actually seemed to enjoy the process. It was a working environment for everyone….I did not feel like throwing myself under the 1 Train.

Also, Peggy – the playwright – decided to sit behind me today and ask lots of questions about her work and revisions. I was honest about what I thought was working and what wasn’t landing. She was unbelievably receptive. I offered some inclusion ideas which she loved. Then (and I wish I could ooze the attitude when I write this), she asked me how I came to have such a good ear and eye for theatre. I told her that I have directed over 60 shows, have been teaching theatre for 22 years and own my own company. She could not believe it. Peggy actually said to me, “I had no idea. How can you stand just sitting here? Don’t you want to throw yourself out the greenroom window?” I said, “Yes, some days, but I am thrilled to be a part of the process.” Life changed at that moment. The rest of the day, she bounced her work off me before giving it to Rebecca.

After rehearsal I went and grabbed a ticket for The Homecoming by Harold Pinter. It was a solid cast, but most importantly – for me – it included Raul Esparza. Raul has had the leads in such Broadway shows as Rocky Horror Picture Show, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, A Normal Heart, Taboo and Company. He also originated the lead role in Tick, Tick Boom.

The Homecoming, directed by Daniel Sullivan, was an exercise in control. The character work, the pace, the patterns all supported…the text, as it should because…it is Pinter! The first line of the play is, “Where is the scissors?” This serves as the metaphor for the entire production. The words cut, slice, stab, and pierce. The words are sharp, and in the end, blood has been drawn.

The design worked well. Even though the entire stage was exposed, the action was contained to a limited floor design that allowed for some liquid movement (especially during Ruth’s and Lenny’s speeches). It created an atmosphere of sexual claustrophobia.

I am not sure how I feel about the portrayal of wife –mother – woman as whore. However, Ruth owns these men. She made the rules. This is a complex piece. I need to continue to chew on it. To my dear majors…there is rich KCACTF material here.

After the show, I waited for Raul by the stage door (with the rest of his huge fan base). I waited for him to sign and pose before saying, “Hi.” He knew me right away and asked me why I hadn’t called him earlier (did I mention I had dinner with him years ago with Jarrod Emmick). I gave him a sheet about my research, and he said he would definitely call me. He would be a wonderful inclusion to my collection. I had left a note for Daniel Sullivan before the show; what a huge coup to get both of them.

Sara Lemp and I at The Round of Pleasure

Another Theory of Dakotativity Connection

Tonight I went down to the East Village to see a new adaptation of Schnitzler's La Ronde entitled The Round of Pleasure. I am familiar with the script, so I was not surprised by the sexual context of the play. In fact, the performance was quite inspired. I loved the staging and the specific physical life of each character was fascinating. It was highly engaging...no pun intended.

My dear friend, Roger Fredrickson, long time minister at First Baptist, called and told me about the show as it starred his granddaughter Sara Lemp. I was thrilled to go see this young woman perform as her grandfather has been such a wonderful mentor and inspiration to me. She was bound to have that same spark and passion as the rest of the family. She did. She was captivating - just like her grandfather.

Afterwards, I introduced myself, and she was a bit shocked (and truth be told nervous as the show is very sexually overt). I assured her that I not only was familiar with the piece but enjoyed her performance immensely. The director joined us and we all talked for about an hours. It was a great way to end my day...SHARING in conversation about theatre...not serving as a voyeur to it.

Living Teachable Moments

Today was....trying. The day will make its way into numerous teaching moments I am sure.

I got to rehearsal and assumed the position. Script open - mouth closed. We waited about an hour for one of the actors who was held up at the doctor. I am not sure why we did not start the read without her, but we didn't. Peggy, the playwright, brought in all new pages. So, it was going to be a day of getting acquainted with the new material and pounding out table work.

After the read through, Peggy left and the discussion began. The actors had thoughts on the new version of the script and specific character development. They wanted to ask Peggy, so they asked if she could come back in and work with them. It was the most productive hour I have witnessed yet. Numerous elements became clear for the cast AND the playwright. I cannot figure out why this leg of the collaboration did not happen earlier? Why were these two parts of the production puzzle obstructed by a director and dramaturg up until now. It is such a gift to have the playwright there each day; yet it has taken three weeks for her to be allowed to speak and listen to the actors.

When she left, I asked the dramaturg about one line that has not been addressed, but has created obvious confusion for the audience. I was told that only one member of the audience "did not get it" and that Peggy had other things to worry about. At that point, I thought, "why am I here today?" They don't need me on book. I cannot ask questions, let alone throw an idea out. So I asked the dramaturg if my presence was really needed as I had other projects to work on. She told me that I needed to discuss my concerns with the director.

I pride myself on being a lifetime student. I profess to know very little and over deliver when asked. One learns so much more that way. I have applied this "Sylvin Schetnan Philosophy" to this opportunity. Instead of trying to demonstrate my experience and prove my competence, I have continued to sit in the corner quietly, fetch tea, run lines and soak up the approaches of everyone in the room.

However, today was different. I have so many questions and a few ideas. They have asked three night's of audiences what they think; yet, I have not spoken a word. I thought I would give the director the benefit of my assumption and today to get involved. So, I threw out one small nugget of observation. The director looked at me as if I had passed gas...loudly. Enough.

At the next break, the director came over and asked me to fetch her a tea. I did. When I returned, I asked her if she needed anything else as I was going to take off. She did not take it well. She told me that I did not understand the role of an assistant director. I agreed. I think one of her sentences actually was, "An AD sits their ass down in the seat until I need assistance." I told her that after 3 weeks, I couldn't imagine what was going to change. I could not have been nicer. It was a long and frustrating conversation - for her. I was fine with it. I got my things, told her I would be late tomorrow because I had plans that overlapped and left.

There was a lot of weighing of pros and cons for me before I decided to leave. I want to make it clear that this was not a rash decision. I was cordial, logical and direct. I AM LEARNING
SO MUCH!!!

When I left, a couple of the actors asked me where I was going. I said that - maybe - I would see them tomorrow. One of them whispered a "I don't blame you" comment. Another said simply, "Take me with you." They know.

I want to make it clear that I did not abandon the project. I will be at some of the rehearsal tomorrow. I will probably even bring tea for everyone. However, since the director told me that an assistant director is not part of the creative process, I will decide when I want to volunteer my time to the actors and the Women's Project.

OINK (Only in New York)

I walked behind this woman for many blocks today. She was in her 50's and dressed in a knit hat with ears, a kitty backpack and cat pattered dress...yikes. The other irony? I took this is front of FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology).

Old Friends and New Friends

Here I am with Greg LaFollette and Kathleen Chalfant

No Man Is An Island...even in Manhattan

Another day where I had to pinch myself. I had cappuccino and croissants with actor Kathleen Chalfant in her West Village four story brownstone. As I said in yesterday's blog, I am not going to include all the notes from our conversation, but I will share that she was generous with her experiences and opinions. She needs to write a book. Besides having a theatre and film resume that reads like a who's who and what's what of theatre in the last three decades.

As a reminder to those reading, Kathleen "Kathy" was the original Vivian Bearing in Wit....and she was also in the original Hannah Pitt (the Mormon mother) in Angels in America: Millennium Approaches and Perestroika. She is a legend. More than that, she could not have been sweeter. I want to just hang out with her and her husband Henry (a documentary film maker).

I did a little Christmas shopping afterwards. Note to all those who know they are on my list...please lower your expectations a bit of me this year. Not only have I spent every penny I own on my housing, but I can't lug a lot of gifts home. So I may have to do that 'coupon thing' kids do when they are little. I will be handing out certificates for babysitting and snow shoveling, I think.

I went to Pumpgirl by Abbie Spallen. It had an interesting storyline (a bit like an Irish Amy Fischer story). I did not dig the style of the writing. It was fragmented monologues....a lot like The Exonerated. I would have bought this for the first act, but why couldn't the second act be attacked completely differently? Also, ironically the only actor originally from Ireland was the lightest brogue to understand. To say the least, the dialects were unbalanced.

Afterwards, I met Greg LaFollette, and we went to Angus for dessert. We caught up on our last couple of days. He shared this great story that combined theatre and accounting that revolved around the Cohans. Only he could combine numbers and the stage! I am never bored with Greg. We said our goodbyes and will meet again back in good ole SFSD.

Private Screening at the Public Theatre

Today I went to a reading of Tracey Scott Wilson's play The Good Negro at the Public. What an experience! According to the Sundance-Time Warner announcement,

The Good Negro, directed by Liesl Tommy, is a new play "that puts a very human face on the 1960s American civil rights movement through personal and intimate stories that emerged from the political upheavals of the era. In a constantly shifting landscape, a trio of emerging black leaders must conquer their individual demons, the local KKK fights for its old way of life and everyday, black men and women must overcome their fears, all under the all watchful eye of the FBI."

The play examined a civil rights story from such a new place. Powerful, powerful storytelling. Furthermore, the actors were captivating. I can't wait to see it imagined with all the spectacle as it was rich just watching/listening to the with chairs and music stands.

I sat right next to Molly Smith the artistic director at the Arena Stage in Washington DC. She and I had a really great conversation. I would feel totally comfortable contacting her in the future. The Good Negro will open at the Arena Stage before moving to The Public. Also in the audience was Oskar Eustis, the artist director of The Public. Other than the 3 of us, almost the rest of the audience was African American. I love that experience of being the minority in the room.

Afterwards, the playwright Tracey Smith Wilson and I went out for dinner. She has agreed to be part of my artist conversations collections. We had an delicious sushi dinner and a 7 course conversation. I am not going to include all the sound bites of the conversations (you will have to wait for the book), but we are going to be great friends. Her thoughts on the Bogart words were insightful and fresh. Three hours later, we finished dinner and made arrangements to go to a show together next week. Also, Tracey had introduced me to Leisl Tommy the woman directing The Good Negro who is going to meet with me this week too...score!

Oh, I almost forgot, as we were leaving The Public some of the actors were gathered outside and with them was Tonya Pinkins. I love her; she starred in Kushner's Caroline or Change and is currently in Enchanted. She immediately introduced herself to me as I was the obvious odd girl out...I have never felt more like a cracker! :)

Now Playing in the Drama I Call My Life

Scenic Designs

Costume Design

Surrounded By People I Love

The show went fine last night and today. Jen (my sister) and her posse came to last night's performance. It was fun to hear her laughing in the audience. She laughed at all my favorite moments...can a sense of humor be genetic? Afterwards we hit the town; it was so fun to be with her and her friends. They are a ball.

I had to be at the theatre by 12:15. The actors asked me to come earlier to run a speed through line read with them. The sound technician did not show for the matinee, so the SM forgot to give actor calls because of all the chaos as they figured out the board and found a body to run it. The play did not begin until 3:15 and they started the show without an actor call. So, the play started, but there were no bodies in place. They had to restart it. Also, the headset did not work, so the entire audience could hear the SM calls throughout the show. I just sat there and thought, "I am so glad that even in nyc theatre, things happen..."

My dear friend from Sioux Falls, Greg LaFollette is in town for business so he came to the show. Again, it is wonderful to have a familiar face in the strange new world of mine. I was sad that his wife Kaye did not make the trip, but with Christmas sneaking up, she needed to stay back at the ranch which I totally understand. After the show, Greg and I went to Little Italy to have dinner (yummy gnocchi). We had such a lovely time. Greg (and Kaye) are the kind of people that just make you a better person when you are around them. They have been such a champion for me and my family for the past fifteen years and also gave me the gift of trusting me as a teacher, director and coach for their daughter Amanda when I was at O'Gorman. "Mandy" continues to blaze a trail of success in her professional and personal life. To quote a line from one of Mandy's oral interpretation piece, "It has been exciting to swim along in her wake."

Also, Greg and Kaye are the type of people who lead a life that we should all learn from...they never settle. Greg is continuing adding new "entrepreneurial gigs" to his repertoire and Kaye just jumped out of an airplane. They also are people who share their time, money and love with all you are lucky enough to enter their path. I have certainly been a benefactor of their generosity. My life is richer because of them.

HALT

The first thing on the agenda for Friday was to go to Barnes and Noble on 5th Ave. to go to a book signing. Caroline Kennedy was signing her Christmas book. When I got there, the line was up and down the aisles inside the store and continued out the door and around the block. Yeah… It was obvious that I was not going to be able to do this and get to rehearsal on time. I found the store manager and asked if she could – in any way – move me to the front of the line (I had to try). She was so nice. She couldn’t do that, but she took my card and said that she would try to get me a signed copy. She called me later in the day to say that she had been successful and would keep it in her office at B & N, and I could pick it up Monday.

We had rehearsal from 1-5. I do not believe how insensitive this director is. Even though Equity requires specific breaks, there is no denying the strain of late afternoons on the body. Also, theatre is such a physically and mentally draining art; one needs fuel to keep the fire. At one point, one of the actors got really frustrated (@ hour 3) and started to tear up. The director did not pause, let alone ask if she was alright or – as I would have done – stopped for the afternoon, told them to get some air and food – and return for the show call in 2 hours. She just said, “Let’s keep going.” What good does this do anyone? Not only were they frustrated and the rehearsal unproductive, it certainly takes any air of playfulness out of the process and throws a wet blanket on the fact that it is opening night.

I always remember what Dr. Hoogestrat taught us in Intrapersonal Communications as SDSDU…one should never have conversation during a HALT moment. If you are any of the following: Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired, communication is doomed to be effective. That acronym has served me well many times as a teacher, director and mother. Also, I have used it to recognize my own limitations.

We opened the show and the ladies were fabulous. Like all actors, once they had an audience, the performance moved to a new level. Afterwards, because of the Hothouse concept they asked the audience what worked and what didn’t. Frankly, they so need to hire me. This could have been so much for productive if they would attach things with a different approach. Everything is too controlled and passive aggressive…just like the director. Maybe I am wrong, but playful, safe aggressiveness is what creates passion. Thank you…I will now step of my soap box.

I went back to the apartment and my sister Jennie was waiting for me. This is her third visit, and I love it. We went out to eat. Nyc is a vacuum for time. Once it hits midnight, 2:30 is immediately on its heels. I was beat…The bed and the cuddling felines felt good.

Playing in the Dark

For the past two days, I have been living at The Julia Miles Theatre. Wapato opens for its first run tomorrow. I am learning a lot; as I told Jim today, I am discovering that I am an actor's director. I know many of my student's may roll their eyes at the next statement, but compared to the directors that I have observed, I give a lot of freedom to all of the artists in the room. Also, I allow a lot more dialogue and playfulness. I love learning all the ins and outs of an equity production, and the actors are eager to share their thoughts with me about this specific project as soon as we get to the second opening.

Right now, they are really frustrated by the lack of character and text work. As one of them said today, "we have nothing to hand our hats on out there. It is difficult to act when you have no idea who the character is or why they are there." I am have always said, "There is nothing more cruel then sending unprepared actors on the stage." These women are professionals - their Broadway credits alone are staggering. Yet, they are hungry for a director to feed them something to chew on. Right now all they are told to do is get off book and onstage....and since they are pros that is exactly what they are doing." They still make it look easy...I just wish they did not feel so uneasy.

A Day as American as Pie and Disney

Today was cleaning day at 55 Morton. Between the cat hair and the shopping bags (left over from Jen and mom's visit....the God Lord knows, I am not a shopper. The God Lord also knows when I lie...darn it) the place was a mess.

I had to be at the Julia Miles Theater (the home of the Women's Project) by 2. Today was our first day in the performance space. Because this Hotbox Series is about letting the audience into the work, Rebecca (the director) and the WP want to make it clear that Wapato is in process even during this first weekend's opening. Therefore, I will be placed and lit in the front row on the house right. I will be on book (this is a time honored tradition in the opera that we are transferring to this project).

Today, I had to mark every word/line that the actors missed or misconstrued. If they jumped, I had to say, "We jumped"...and then give the line to restart the seqeunce. I also provided lines when they asked for it. I just spent the past 3 hours in the apartment, writing out every verbal miss so to distribute it tomorow. As a whole, I am impressed with their grasp of the memorization only after two weeks.

It was so exciting to be in the theater today. The set was ready for us (there are lots to fix, but functionable). All running crew cues were ran/reran. Most of the designers were in place (all women - scenic, sound and lighting). The costumer and prop master were not in attendence - there are a lot of prop demands yet to be met. Peggy (the playwright) is always there and told me numerous times how much she appreciates my attention to detail in making the actors accountable to the exact lines.

I enjoy serving these women, so I ran for tea and coffee when the focus went to designers...they love that. I am endeared when they make each other giggle onstage. My favorite moment today was when Kate and Dayle broke into a Rockettes chorus line while onstage and waiting for notes. Also, I love, love, love it when Nancy looks to me for affirmation. Just a nod and a smile gives her so much confidence.

We got done @ 7:15, so I ran down to 46th to try to get a ticket for Cyrano (because we will be in rehearsal and production for the next 3 weeks, my theatre attendence will certainly suffer). Unfortunately, the show began at 7, as many do on Tuesdays. The only show close by whose curtain was 8 pm was The Little Mermaid...okay. I went to the box office - sold out. I moved to the cancellation line. As I was standing there, a woman came up to the line and said, "I have an extra ticket." I told the girl in line in front of me, that this woman had a ticket, if she wanted it. (she was first; so, it was only fair). She did want it. However, the woman was not selling it; she gave it to her. The woman in the line was dazed. What an amazing gesture.

I was then waved to the window and told that the only tickets that they will resell will be the $110 ones....no can do. I lingered outside for a bit, hoping someone may come running up at the last moment with a cheaper ticket to sell. Another young man was doing the same. At about 8:03, I noticed a women holding a file with a company's name on it in the foyer (as if she had tickets for a group and was still waiting to distribute them). I went in and inquired if she had any extra to sell. She asked me how many I needed. I said, "Only one, but there is another guy outside who would like to go too." She sconfessed that she had to wait as she had costomers still coming. "Okay. Thank you anyway," I said as I walked outside. The next thing I know, she calls after me and instructs me to, "Get the other man too." When we asked her how much, she said, "Merry Christmas." It was a $110 ticket!!! The young man (who just gratuted with a criminal justice major in Isreal) and I were both so excited, and we got to sit and enjoy it together.

The Little Mermaid stars Sheri Rene Scott as Ursulla. Who knew? I love her! The show, as a whole, was typically Disney....full of spectical, over the top characters and big, big, big voices. Unfortunately, the dialogue was more corny that the animated movie. Also, the whole thing was done on Heelys, which looked sophomoric. It is still in previews, so I am hoping they will figure out a more sophisticated way of movement.

On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up basil and apple cider (it is so cold, and I thought a basil/mozzerella sandwhich with cider would warm me up). Behind me in line was Sean William Scott. I told him, that I have been in the city on sabbatical and my children have been patient with my absence and, frankly, my work here doesn't really interest them. However, if I could come home telling them that I had met Stifler, my cred as a mom would certainly increase.

Sean could not have been nicer. He asked where I was from and was excited because he is from Minneapolis. I told him that Tyler went to St. John's for a couple of years, and he confessed that he was going to go there to play baseball but decided to just go to LA right away out of h.s. As a college prof., stories like this always make me cringe. However, he was so charming that it was clear that it was his personality combined with his talent is what keeps him working.

The checkout clerk who took our picture was hilarious. She and another clerk were gossiping about how excited they were about "the pregnancy" as one of they was flipping through a rag. Sean asked, "Who's pregnant?" "J-Lo," they exclaimed "and she looks so beautiful." Sean said, "Let me see. Wow, you're right." Just in case you are not following this, Sean William Scott was discussing the latest US Weekly with the clerk. He then asked their names - and complimented them on how beautiful the names were. He refused to believe that I had a 24 year old son, and went on to ask lots of questions about my boys. This whole lovefest was surreal. We all left great friends!

Outside we continued the conversations about mothers. His is coming to nyc for the first time tomorrow. I gave him some ideas as mine had just left. After about 10 minutes (in the freezing cold...but we are from Minn./SD so we can handle it), we hugged and went our own ways. This was offshoot of Theory of Dakotativity...called Universal Law of Midwesterness. Minnesota + South Dakota = connection and conversation.