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Rehearsal was so fun again today. These women do not hold back. They make bold choices every time they open their mouths. There is not one moment where they are not completely in the moment and delivering as if it was opening night. I know I am being redundant, but I am learning so much from them as to what it means to be a professional actor. Minutes are treated with great respect; and the work is revered.

Today as I watched them work, I got thinking about casting agents. These women were sent by their agents or called on by casting agents. Each is perfectly physically, vocally and temperamentally cast. I have always prided myself on casting well, but I can't imagine casting this acurately when you only have a written resume and 10-20 minutes of reading. Amazing.

My mom got to the Women's Project about 3:45. She snagged her luggage and cab just fine; I knew she could and would. She had a cup of coffee and bagel while I finished up rehearsal at 4:30. Everyone was so nice in introducing themselves to my mom. It was like she was meeting people that all the women in my village.

We hailed a cab to go home. Quickly, we dropped off luggage and my rehearsal materials before taking the subway to Times Square to watch the lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. We ate Indian food on 47th before we thought that we would leisurely stroll over to 49th for the lighting...what were we thinking?

Along with another million people, we were not even allowed to cross 6th Avenue, let alone get into Rockefeller Center. After I struck out with three different cops to let us pass with those that had "golden tickets," (so much for my SD charm), I moved on to Plan B. We went down the subway, rode up one stop so that we could cross the street and then take the subway back as to exit on the other side. However, I came up with Plan C once we got on the street. We hailed a bike cab...I am brilliant! Gilbert from West Africa dropped us 1 block away from RC. We were able to move about another 1/2 block, but we never did get to see the actual tree. We had to watch Carrie Underwood, Josh Groban, Tony Bennett and Celine Dion on a huge big screen, but we could hear their actual voices.

We finished the day, sharing apple cider and a blanket in my livingroom watching Law and Order. With my mantel decorated for Christmas, the candles lit and my mom beside me on the couch, it is warm, comfy and homey.

A Nightmare on Morton Street

So last night after I finished my bragging blog on how my boys Diego and Joe had kept the apartment clear of vermin, I got ready for bed. As I entered the bedroom and stopped to kiss Diego who had retired on the foot of my bed, my foot rested on - what I thought - was a balled up sock. As I reached down to pick it up, I froze. It was a HUGE dead mouse with the longest tail I have ever seen.

Do you know that age old question, if the tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a noise? I think the answer is no. As I am petrified of mice and rats, once I "unfroze" I ran to the livingroom, opened my mouth to scream, realized no one could help me, and nothing came out. It took me about 20 minutes to get it together and make a game plan. I decided on a broom and dustpan. It was one of my most heroic moments...and no one was there to witness it.

When I went to shower this morning, I discovered the scene of the crime. It looked like a scene from Law and Order. Blood was splattered all over. All we needed was crime tape. Thank God this happened before mom's arrival today, and thank goodness she will not be reading my blog today as she is travelling.

...at least it is free unlike most services in the city.

Great. This was posted today as you come into the apartment building, just in time for my mother's arrival tomorrow. She is petrified of mice. Diego and Joe have done a gallant job so far of guarding the citadel of vermin; I hope they remain alert at the post until my departure.

Smiling All the Way Home

A breakthrough! I loved rehearsal today. It was the first day where there was an abundance of laughter. Interestingly enough, it was the most productive day that we have had. It was as if a heavy blanket was removed off the process. The blocking became more clear and the lines definitely came more easily to the actors. All four of the female actors are over 65, so memorization can be a bit of a challenge (Heck, I can barely remember my phone number).

I know I have said this before, but I am so endeared to these actors. I wish I could adequately describe the clarity of their work. They make it all look so easy. I believe that these women have known each other their entire lives. I believe their personal stories of struggle...even when they have scripts in their hands. Their playfulness has been there the entire time, but today it genuinely oozed its way into the performances.

One funny anecdote from today's rehearsal...Nancy (who is pushing 70 and really shy and sweet in real life) kept saying Kate's line. Finally Kate said, "No, please take it. In fact, take as many lines as you want. The good Lord knows I never seem use them correctly." Lucy Martin (who is the queen of one liners and the only other woman that I have ever met who says 'shit' more than I) quipped, "No, you don't you line stealing bitch...you will not steal this scene too." We roared. Today I had to write a bio for the Playbill. How humbling to write my background to place it on the same page as these amazing artists.

During our lunch break, I returned a call that I had received from Kathleen Chalfant. She is a stage goddess, so to have her voice on my phone...well, let's just say that in addition to Tom Stoppard's, this is a message I will not erase. When she answered, I said, "Hello, Ms. Chalfant, this is Kim Bartling." She said, "Oh, Kim...good, and please call me Kathy." Cool. She invited me to her home on December 4th. Unbelievable, I am going to Kathy Chalfant's house. A reminder to those students who are reading; "Kathy" originated the role of Vivian Bearing in Wit. She is one of the grand dames of the stage.

It was such a gorgeous night that I decided to walk home (70 blocks toting a laptop). I made myself a bit of dinner before heading up to 57E57 to see The Fourth Graders Present an Unnamed Love-Suicide. The best thing I can say about it is that it was only 60 minutes long. It had no idea what it was. It needed to more bold in its absurdism. Because of the waffling in style, it was just long (at a whole hour) and stupid. If it the timing was sped up and the boundaries pushed, it would be a hilarious dark comedy. Unfortunately it didn't and it wasn't.

Since I got out early, I thought about catching a film down in Union Square. I was five minutes late for the two I was interested in, so I came home to shake rugs and do dishes...did I mention my mom is coming tomorrow?

Thanksgiving Leftovers

Dick and Teake left this morning at 6 am. It was so good to have them here; it was truly a special Thanksgiving.

I worked at the Women's Project today running lines with cast members. Afterwards, I met up with Jarrod Emick and his girlfriend Lauren Thomas. He had just come from an audition for South Pacific at Lincoln Center and felt very good about it. It was really fun to catch up.


Tonight I attended Oh, The Humanity and Other Exclamations (5 short plays) by Will Eno featuring Brian Hutchison and Mariso Tomei. Who knew? Tomei was quite talented. In her very first scene, she found a raw truthfulness that brought tears to her eyes and ours. Then, she handled comic timing with subtle ease. Hutchison was brilliant, but Marisa held her own...I was impressed. For those students who are reading this, this piece is full of monologue and scene worked opportunities. Some of my favorite lines were:

They were talking about turning one's head to look..."History is the moments of when we did and did not turn."

"War is not hell. It is not organized enough to be."

"We should work at learned to look at each other harder."

"What are you in the middle of?"

"There is a point in life when you look into the mirror and realize that you are not just having a bad day, but that really do just look like this now."

"Try to be more mortal."


Afterwards I talked to Will Eno the playwright. I gave him my info and hopefully he will call. Speaking of calling, Kathleen Chalfant called me today. Actually, she called herself Kathy and was so sweet. I am eager to meet with her.

And the band played on...

Broadway is in week three of the stagehand strike.

The biggest issue is the established number of individuals that is required for each show. The producers want to cut the current requirement in half....1o stagehands. Can you imagine loading in Wicked with 10 people? There are other issues too. Over 20 shows are dark; seven shows employ a different union, so they are still up.

I have had many people ask me how this is affecting my sabbatical...it hasn't. This is New York City! There are numerous Off Broadway venues, so I have been to a show almost every day. I have seen numerous excellent productions since the Great White Way went grey on November 10.

The pictures above were taken on Sunday at the Shubert Theatre that normally houses Chicago. Since the majority of the performers and musicians are supporting the unions and many times they walk the line with the stagehands. Also, they provide entertainment for everyone. Here the band is playing on the sidewalk as the picket line marches.

So, far the strike has cost the city about 36 million dollars. It was reported today that restaurants in the theatre district have lost approximately 90 percent of their business. I hope they resolve it soon, but it doesn't sound hopeful anytime soon.

It is not a labor to be Hercules' friend

Here is Teake and our friend Hercules. Hercules owns the mini-mart on the end of the street that specializes is international beers (he is originally from Greece). When Teake and I first came to nyc, we stopped in there to buy soda and snacks. He and Teake hit it off immediately. Teake stopped in every day that trip (and this trip too) to say "good morning" and "good night." When he's not here, Hercules asks me every day about Teake when I walk by. "That is a good boy," is his usual clincher line. I agree.

Me with Staford Arima, The Driving Range and Outside the Chelsea Pier on Law and Order Way (which is shot there A LOT).

Hitting Golf Balls and Hitting It Off.

Jennie and I got up earlier than the guys, so that we could go for a walk together around the village. I really do love my alone time with Jen. We get so many world issues solved. On the way back to the apartment, we stopped at the Housing Works, and she did major damage in their shoe stock.

Before Jen headed back to Baltimore, we had brunch at the Hudson Diner. I will see her for the next couple of weekends as she will return to see mom next weekend and then come up with friends the weekend after.

Dick, Teake and I walked down the Hudson River path to Chelsae Piers on this beautiful Sunday in November. We explored all CP had to offer (ice rink, driving range, numerous gyms, and BlueStreak Athletic Republic (the new name for Frappier Acceleration). The guys decided to stay and check out the driving range as I headed back to prepare for my 1st "Essay" conversation.

My meeting with Stafford Arima was perfect. As the director of such shows as Ragtime and Alter Boyz, he had an extensive spectrum of vision. It was the perfect way to begin my writing collective. His view of the theatre arena was refreshing and enlightening. I can't wait to transcribe the entire interview. I hope that this is just the beginning of fresh conversations on theatre.

Tonight Dick, Teake and I grabbed a slice and packed. I am sending home 2 suitcases full of books, clothes and gifts. Soon, I will be packing it all up to go home...time moves so quickly.

Jarrod, Jennie, Jump and Jazz

I actually went to work on Saturday as my family slept in. I was pretty proud that I was actually going to be 15 minutes early. As I got out of the cab outside of the Women's Project on 62nd and West End Avenue at 11:45 am, there was only one person on the sidewalk...it was Jarrod Emick.

Jarrod is from Hot Springs, SD. He was at SDSU when I did some dramaturg work for them in the early 1990's. He went on to star in Broadway shows such as Les Miserable, Miss Saigon, Damn Yankees (Tony Award), Rocky Horror Picture Show and Ring of Fire. Jarrod and I have been friends for almost two decades. He just got back into the city after working in Washington State and has been crashing on friends' couch above the WP. I had left him a couple messages telling him I was in town. This is just so unbelievable...first Theresa Flannery in the subway and now Jarrod Emmick on the street. The Theory of Dakotativity involves a strong centrifugal force.

After rehearsal, I hurried down to Union Square to pick up tickets to Jump. My sister, Jennie, came up from Baltimore to surprise Teake. My boys and she adore 0ne another - it was fun to have her here. While I was at rehearsal, Jen and the guys went to Battery Park.

Jump...Teake described it as an Asian Royal Tennebaums. I thought it was more like Bruce Lee meets the Olympics meets MXX. It was really funny and impressively athletic. It was decribed on Playbill.com as:

After achieving worldwide success, Korean phenomenon Jump has landed at Union Square — and it's easy to see what makes its appeal so universal. Almost wordless, the show is a high-energy mashup of martial-arts spectacle and vaudevillian slapstick comedy. One routine starring a sake-loving uncle makes the best case for alcoholic acrobatic hilarity since Jackie Chan's Legend of Drunken Master. Occasionally breaking from its impeccable choreography, the cast brings audience members on stage for improv; the ensuing laughs are big and simple, appealing to the circus fan in all of us.

For the evening, Teake and Jennie decided to find a showing of Beowulf (they watched it at a 3D theatre). I surprised Dick by taking him to the Jazz Gallery to enjoy an evening with Jeff "Tain" Watts, a famous jazz drummer. I have to admit that a lot of it was so chaotic, that I got lost in the notes; however, I know enough to recognize that he hit his hardware so many times that something amazing must be happening. Dick seemed to love it, and that was my goal. Tain was gracious enough to take a pic or two afterwards. It was another quintessential nyc eve. We stopped by the Barrow Inn and had a glass of wine with Natalie before turning in for the night.

Central Park Pics

Teake Takes the Town

Teake practicing for his senior picture pose, contemplating life and celebrating free postcards!

Sleep - Eat - Walk - Repeat

The boys and I slept in late. I won't say how late, but my mom would say, "The day is half over!" We had lunch at the diner around the corner and then did some thrift store shopping at the Housing Works before walking around Central Park. The colors are gorgeous. Today was the first day that the weather felt like winter; however, the trees still look like fall...how about that global warming?

We wanted to check out FAO Schwartz, but there was a line to get in. We forgot that it was Black Friday. We moved on. Teake and I thought Dick should see the architecture of Grand Central Station...it is one of our favorite buildings in nyc. The lighting is so beautiful - so serene.

Next we landed in Union Square. We browsed around at a holiday fair before grabbing a few items at Filene's Basement (Teake actually bought a Bon Jovi Slippery When Wet 1986-87 concert t-shirt). This kid has major taste issues.

Dinner was Mexican and dessert "heaven on a plate" at Angus McIndoe. Right now we are all beached out on the futon watching some of the worst cable access television I have ever seen...it is so bad that it is good. It is about a futuristic feminist world. The writing and acting is only surpassed by the costumes and space colony special effects. This is hilarious! Where are the Mystery Science 3000 guys when you need them?

Macy's Parade Part I

Macy's Parade Part II

Macy's Parade Part III

Miracle on 34th Street

If I had planned for a year, I could not have designed a better day. We arrived at 34th and 7th (escorted through parade barrier after barrier...cool) about 10:30. Theresa is the manager of a photography studio that does all the layout shoots for names such as Lord and Taylor, Macy's and New York Magazine. Her brother Mike works there too.

The parade is concludes at Heralds Square in front of Macy's on 34th Street. From there the parade is dissembled...bands go west, floats and balloons go north, directly past the studio. We could have watched it from the second story; however, because it was 66 degrees outside, we stood outside and oowed and awed as the parade unfolded in front of us. We had the entire block to ourselves.

We took pictures, pictures and more pictures. I knew my nieces love Dora so I made sure I posed with her. I have only included a handful on the blog. If anyone wants to see more...just let me know! The mothership picture happened when I was sent of a flour search (the gravy depended on it). As I was trekking back, I stopped to take a photo that included a Hello Kitty lawn chair and discarded booze bottles. After I took it, this guys says to me, "You want me to take a picture so that you can be in it?" As I turned around to say "No, thank you," I saw the highlight of the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade before me....Santa's Sleigh. I said, "I want to take my picture on that!" He said, "Okay, get up there, but promise me you will not fall." The posted picture says it all. I gave the guy a big hug, and then beamed all the way back to the studio.

The meal was a cornucopia - turkey, stuffing, potatoes, green bean casserole, corn, sweet potatoes, and a dessert galore. Theresa managed to make one long table for all 23 of us. Before eating we held hands, prayed and went around the room so each of us could give thanks specifically. It was beautiful. The conversations were rich with nostalgia, future plans and loads of laughter.

Hours later, after we ate, napped, talked and cleaned, professional pictures were taken of all. I so wish Tyler had been here. Actually, I wish my entire had been here; it was a day that made my stomach full and my heart huge. However, something always feels a bit empty when my mom and dad are not involved. I miss them and Thad, Kim, Sydni, and Jadyn too. We will see my sister tomorrow, so that will complete the holiday.

Happy Thanksgiving to all. Despite all the hardships at the Schetnan's this year, I am still reminded as to how lucky we are that we live and love so close and so hard. We are truly blessed.

Giving Thanks in 2007

Teake and Marlene taking a break from watching the parade.

A NYC Thanksgiving table of 23 from NJ and SD.

Strolling Home

After our wonderful day with the Flannery's, we decided to check out the Macy Christmas windows and watch the skater as Bryant Park and Rockerfeller Center. It was still so beautiful out; it was refreshing to walk around the city and burn off those Thanksgiving calories.

Rockin' Rockerfeller Center

Feeling warm with two of my boys with a winter wonderland background.

Ilse (the German) in the Kitchen (making strudel)

South Dakotans in the Subway

Wednesday's rehearsal involved good news and bad news. The bad news was that I was still put in the corner and spoke to as if I had never seen a theatrical performance in my life by the director. The good new was we were released early so I could come home write and deliver notes to some individuals that I am interested in interviewing. As I was leaving Laura Pels Theater (I left a note for Sam Robarts), the actor Mark Blum was walking out. I introduced myself , we had a lovely talk, I gave him an outline about my work, and he said he would contact me...once again, we will see.

Okay, here is where things the Theory or all Theories related to Dakotativity occurred. I was suppose to be in Washington Heights about 2 hours earlier. I hurried down into the subway just to have the A train door close right in front of me. As I was letting out a "Sugar!," I hear, "Mrs. Bartling?"

I turn around to see Theresa Flannery (O'Gorman HS class of 1994). Unbelievable. Also, there is her brother Michael (O'Gorman HS class of 2000). We did the what? who? where? They both live in New Jersey and work in the city. She then said, our whole family is here for Thanksgiving - "my mom and dad are here!" A little background...Marlene Flannery (their mother) raised Teake Bartling. She was his babysitter from the time he was 1 until he went to kindergarten. This is an amazing and dear woman, as is her husband Jim. The next thing you know, we have made plans to combine the Bartlings and the Flannery's for Thanksgiving. Love it.

They went their way (they were on their way to Central Park to watch the parade balloon inflation), and I went mine.

What a beautiful view of the Hudson and George Washington bridge from her neighborhood (West 181st Street). I want to return to walk the Cloisters and see the west view in the daytime. After we got groceries, we had dinner and made a strudle, that she is taking to the Hamptons for Thanksgiving.

I went back down to midtown, bought flowers and dropped them off a theatre where my friend Ben works (he is one of the few stagehands who is working). Ben is one of Mitch Maguire's best friends and lives in the same complex as Mitch and Marcie. Since the Maguires invited me to share Thanksgiving, I wanted to send a small gift.

Dick and Teake got to the apartment about 10:30. It was such a beautiful evening, so we walked around my neighborhood, grabbed a couple of slices of pizza, and perched on my fire escape for the evening. It was perfect evening...until Tyler Bartling called at 4:30 wondering how to turn the water off in our house. He got up to tighten his shower knob as it was dripping,. Unfortunately, the knob fell off and water was pouring everywhere...chaos. I just kept sleeping as Tyler and Dick talked it through.

The Art of Audience

Today's rehearsal was a bit better. I really respect and like the cast. They are a joy to be around. Also, Megan Carter the assistant artist director and dramaturg at the Women's Project is warm and welcoming. I am learning a lot about table work. As a director, I get actors up on their feet and on the boards immediately. I prefer to chew on the words and character development as we work through the movement. Table work for the first five days is a lot, but I definitely see the benefits. If anyone is interested in hitting the Women's Project website the address is www.womensproject.org

One other lesson that I was reminded of today is the importance of making a space welcoming. When growing up, my parents taught my siblings and I to address everyone in a room upon entering and say goodbye when you leave. I think I have done a pretty good job of passing this gracious gesture on to my children.

In the rehearsal space, this is a necessity. If there is someone in the space who has not been acknowledged, introduced or welcomed, there remains a restraint or mystery in the room that could serve as a barrier to the work. Everyone listening, watching and working needs to be an engaged member to the process so to avoid restraint, fear and agenda. My presence in the room is not adding any energy, which is such a loss for everyone. This is a good reminder for me...my rehearsals will always be open. Those in the room will always feel as if they have a voice; it is always incredibly exciting when some Intro student asks a question that leads the rehearsal to another level. A closed rehearsal closes possibilities.

I went to The Brothers Size at the Public tonight. It melded poetical realism, African myth, and colloquial language. The supporting percussion and gorgeous voices found in the musical interludes and sound effects elevated the music of the written word. I love being able to sit in an audience where it is as racially mixed as it was tonight. Cultures response so differently - laughs come at different places, there is more audible response, the audience just seems more connected. It was a replenishing way to spend the evening.

Miss You

I want to give a little shout out to all of you that have taken the time to respond to my blog entries. Karen, Nick, Jen, Marie, Greg, Haley, Kimmy, and Steve...thank you for your thoughts. I appreciate them so much, and it is lovely to know that you are following my journey through the city. If others want to comment, but don't know how, please go to the older posts (11/07 Blogging 101) for guidelines as to how to make your presence known on my blog.

In the meantime...I am want everyone who is reading to know how much I miss and love you all. I miss feeling like I am offering anything up productive (I may even miss the exuberance of deadlines and pressured products) I miss being hugged and kissed by my students, family and friends. I miss SD prices. I miss not bumping into things in my bathroom when I get ready in the morning. I miss meeting my friends randomly for coffee. I miss chapel. I miss Kaladi's cereal bars. I discover things that I miss every day.

Next, I may try to post what I do not miss...the phone ringing 24/7 will be at the top of the list.

Kimmy in a Corner

Padma Lakshimi and I at the Strand Bookstore in Union Square

I started rehearsal on Wapato today at the Women's Project. When I woke up, I threw up. I did not sleep well and had only got about 4 hours of winks. I really did not want to miss rehearsal, so I got it together and hailed a cab for 62nd Street.

I tried to act like I was fine, but my stomach finally got the best of me, and I had to remove myself from the table. I did not want to miss the first read and table work, so I sucked it up and sat in the corner.

First there was an equity meeting and we waited for an hour outside. I asked what they do in there and was told that they sacrificed small animals and practiced their secret handshake.

Next, we did the first reading. These actors are amazing; the women are all over 60 and the native man is around 30. They are true professionals. The characters and play unfolded before us in that first reading. The play is touching, sad, humorous and thought provolking.

I really enjoyed watching Peggy Stafford, the playwright, watch and listen. She fell in love with them and was transported by their reading. Her facials were lovely as she reacted to her words coming out of their mouths.

I started to feel better in the afternoon but still stayed away from the table. During table work, I offered 2 items of thought. Both times, I was facially and subtly verbally reprimanded for contributing by Rebecca, the director. I thought it was odd as I only offered about 4 sentences total. Also, since I had told her that I would do some digging around my SD sources about Crazy Horse, I thought that it would be appropriate to offer some of my finding when the Rebecca and the male actor discussed their ideas for research. I received the same coolness. After rehearsal, Rebecca knelt down next to me and explained that nothing was to be brought to the table unless it was playable on the stage. She did not want the actors' choices muddied with material that could not propel the action. I thought my points did offer items to chew on. Furthermore, I was reminded that my job as the assistant director was to be the voyeur for the first couple of weeks.

I have to admit, I left feeling a bit confused and a lot embarrassed - the later is not something that I typically allow to happen. I don't take myself too seriously, but I do take what I do seriously. I was thrown for a loop. Rebecca and I really clicked at our first meeting, but I felt totally out of place today.

I still had a upset stomach when I got home, so I had some warm tea and went for a walk around the neighborhood. I hesitate in posting this "poor me" entry, but all opportunites have to start somewhere...this one can only get better. I plan on rereading the embarrassment chapter in the Bogart's book before I go to bed.

I sought out "good things" to help me end my day. I strolled over to Strand and Padma Lakshimi from Top Chef was talking about her new cookbook. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in real life. To say she is stunning is not enough. Padma was quite approachable and signed, signed and signed books.

Next, I stopped in and browsed around in an upscale funky thrift store. Everyone in there was so nice to me. The first salesperson commented on my earrings and coat and told me that I really had a great style, the next asked me where I was from because I just gave off a good energy. Believe it or not, they weren't trying to sell me anything (in fact, they were working of specific projects). I left and walked around for about 5 minutes before returning to the store. I poked my head in and said, "I just wanted you both to know that I had a pretty sad day, but you two managed to make me smile by just being kind. Thank you for that." "Anytime Sweetheart," was their response.

It's Official the Holiday Season Has Begun

The Christmas decoration were put up throughout the week.

I really do live in a little village caught in the big city.

Theory of Dakotativity in Hell's Kitchen

This is yet another head shaking, unbelievable South Dakota in the City moment. After I purchased my ticket for The Rise of Dorothy Hale on 46th Street (Hell's Kitchen area) I had an hour to burn before showtime. I found a lovely little cafe on 10th Avenue that specializes in biscotti. I bought a sampling platter and a pot of coffee to enjoy while I read the NY Times.

As I walking back to the theatre, I happened glance across the street and saw my dear friend Eric Johnson from Rapid City putting his suitcase into the back of an airport van. I yelled, "Oh my gosh...can you believe it?" Eric was as shocked as I. We exchanged kisses and hugs and off he went.

I had randomly called Eric last Saturday when I met Jenny Fellner because he was one of the people that we knew in common. I assumed he was in Rapid. However, he told me that he had just left nyc as he was directing a show in Cincinnati; however, it would be back in Wednesday ,and we would try to connect. They planned meeting didn't happen, but a random act of Dakotivity did. The next time we will see each other will be on a SD State One Act Festival panel in February.

After The Screwtape Letters, I heard a young man ask his father, "Why is this are called Hell's Kitchen." I wondered the same thing. According to Wikipedia:

Several different explanations exist for the original name of the the area between 34th Street and 57th Street, from 8th Avenue to the Hudson River. An early use of the phrase appears in a comment Davy Crockett made about another notorious Irish slum in Manhattan. According to the Irish Cultural Society of the Garden City Area:

When, in 1835, Davy Crockett said, "In my part of the country, when you meet an Irishman, you find a first-rate gentleman; but these are worse than savages; they are too mean to swab hell's kitchen," he was referring to the Five Points.

According to an article by Kirkley Greenwell, published online by the Hell's Kitchen Neighborhood Association:

No one can pin down the exact origin of the label, but some refer to a tenement on 54th as the first "Hell's Kitchen." Another explanation points to an infamous building at 39th as the true original. A gang and a local dive took the name as well.... a similar slum also existed in London and was known as Hell's Kitchen. Whatever the origin of the name, it fit.

The Cat is Not Out of the Bag

Diego searches a shopping bag for early holiday surprises.

Today's Lesson According to Arazie, Bairstow, and Lewis.

I am a bit frustrated in that I wrote this entry once tonight, but it was swallowed by the blog gods...I hope Screwtape did not have anything to do with it...

A met Ilana Arazie for brunch at Caravan of Dreams in the East Village. I subletted from Ilana last year, and we have kept in touch. I have never eaten at a vegan restaurant, but my spinach ravioli was wonderful. Ilana works for the Associated Press during the day, but she is a video blogger on the side. Her site http://ilanadonna.com/ is a fresh approach to being single in the city. It admirably picks up where Carrie Bradshaw left off.

Last year, she and I had an interesting conversation about Sex in the City. She accknowledged that the hit HBO series served as an anthem to those over 35. It encouraged women to own their sexuality and find a language for a their wants and needs. Ilana claims that the residue that it left for those who were still looking for their first real meaningful relationship was, in fact, a warning....do not settle, because the next best thing may be around the corner. She argues that giving women a language of sexual dues compromised others' hope of "the one" romanticism. I believe she has a point; I am glad I am married and over 35.

Whew. On to the theatre where I can escape (PLEASE hear the sarcasm here), I attended the matinee of The Rise of Dorothy Hale. When I can learn about something historical and be impressed by theatrical conventions, it is a good day. This play exposed questions about the power of politics, the delicacy of language, the potential of art and the complexity of women. I loved it! Also, whenever a play contains the character of Frida Kahlo, it is guaranteed success.

Some favorite thoughts and moments:

"The work of art survive long after the battle is over."

The intermission was abrupt. This serves as a reminder that each act should end as if the play was over.

The woman playing Clara Booth Luce (Dina Ann Comolli) was too big for the space. She delivered most of her lines FF, and her wig made her look like a comic book character among the realistic tapestry of the others. I think the director should have pulled the Marilyn Monroe metaphor/angle back; it was unneeded and distracting.

Frida's fingernails were well manicured, an unlikely portrayal of a hungry artist.

The costuming was delicious.

"Truth is the daughter of time."

Shaw quote about the color of hope...look it up Kim

After the show, I spoke to Purva Bedi who played Frida Kahlo. She hesitantly agreed with the preceding thoughts and defended the director by saying that many of the actors came to the project much later than expected. I gave her one of my "sabbatical conversation letters." She seemed interested and said that she would call.

Next, I attended The Screwtape Letters at St. Clements. The architecture of the church certainly added to the foreboding atmosphere of the play. The stone gothic arches offered a perfect setting for the buying and selling of souls.

The bigger than life character of Screwtape as the teacher of tempters was paralleled by the animalistic and flexible Toadpipe. Even the space's temperature got colder as they employed every tactic of the Devil to capture the soul. For me, the most frightening message was that it is not the "big ticket items" that guarantee one eternal damnation...it is all the little things along the way.

Leave it to C. S. Lewis to turn a day or rest into a day of wresting.

Brenda's pics of Brooks and the SD Posse and Bartling asking Brokaw about the Theory of Dakotativity

"...and I took the road less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.”

Rebecca Patterson, the director of Wapato, the show that I am assistant directing, suggested I see 1001 by Page 73 Productions. The description of this play by Playbill Magazine reads "This updated retelling of One Thousand and One Arabian Nights marries global conflict to modern-day relationships (with dashes of Edward Said, Monty Python, and Jorge Luis Borges mixed in) to explore the Israel-Palestine conflict." Wow. This is the genre that I am eager to learn more about. It combines traditional storytelling, mythos, fantasy, and pop culture multimedia. The weaving of Scheherazade, 9/11 and world religions was as entertaining as it was enlightening. I wandered off the pure contemporary realism trail and loved it! The production values were gorgeous and the performances complex; yet, the weaving of numerous characters (by only 6 actors) and stories was clear. There is a moment where the sea is created with a simple blue fabric that was breathtaking - we used to do this same exercise in Brandon Elementary with parachute cloth. Who knew it could be to beautiful on stage? I hope this will be the beginning to new worlds and travels on my theatrical journey of varying genres.

TGIF doesn't translate in nyc

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Sarah Jessica Parker (silver hat and fur) across the street shooting Carrie Bradshaw's last column. Julie King and I at the movie shoot.
Showing Minnesota English and Speech Teacher the final watering hole of Dylan Thomas

Friday, I spent the morning sending my newly constructed sabbatical letter off to friends and VIP contacts. Then, I strapped on my tennis shoes and ran to Central Park. There I met Thane and Karen who were just leaving. As Brenda was at the Teachers of English conference, they were exploring the city together. Next, they off to TKTS. I invited them back down to the village, which they did. As my mother's daughter and one of solid German heritage, I felt satisfied that they revisited my apartment which was now shiny and clean.

I took them to the White Horse Tavern (the place of Dylan Thomas' demise) where we feasted on tuna melt, burger and onion rings. It is so much fun to have them in the city.

They no sooner left, than I had more company...from Mankato, Mn. Julie King was a student teacher who taught with me at O'Gorman. However, she was the mom of the talented and brilliant Harmony King first. Harmony represented O'G as a highly successful interper and actor...it is no surprise that Julie was her mother. I cannot believe that we had to come all the way to nyc to catch up. She and her friends/colleagues were also in town for the English Convention. They came down to the W Village to visit and eat Cuban food at Little Havana on Cornelius Street. I did not expect anything other than smart, interesting and fun friends from Julie King....they did not disappoint. I enjoyed their company immensely. How can you go wrong with English and Speech teachers who have traveled the world, experienced the highs and lows of parenthood and are still out there learing and taking risks every day. Our youth are in great hands.

After they gracious treated me to dinner, we walked around the Village. They were filming the Sex and the City movie on Perry, so we watched for awhile...no action. The Minnesota gang needed to get to a comedy show, so after lots of hugs, they grabbed a cab and headed uptown.

I went home for a while (@ 5 blocks away)to warm up and then went back to watch the filming on Perry. I did get a glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker in her silver sequined cap and fur coat. She waved and spoke to the crowd as it gathered. Interestingly, the scene must take place on New Year's Eve as the extra pedestrians were carrying party hats and goblets, so they brought in snow machines. The scene was shot with snow, but the trees in nyc have not all turned yet. Global warming may have to be a subplot to the movie...snow and green leaves...I smell a Al Gore cameo.

The SD clan was having late desserts and appetizers at Angus, so I grabbed a train and met them. Of course, they had charmed the staff again. I suggested we grab a cab and check out the speakeasy that I discovered around the corner from my apartment. I am so glad that we did. It was cummulation to the Dakotans' visit. Little Branch was fun, unique and mysterious....just like us!!

A sprinkle of Dakota spice in on a Times Square signature picture

Do we look serious about the news?

As I sat in the actual No Spin Zone, do you think my blueness rubbed off of Bill?

Here is Karen interviewing Brenda while I do all the real work as the director!

Brokaw, Bartling and Barnes and Noble

Theory of Dakotability Strikes Twice

Thursday evening, I finally got into Things We Want at Theatre Row. The cast was young, refreshing and solid...Josh Hamilton, Paul Dano, Peter Dinklage and Zoey Kazan. Johnathon Mark Sherman wrote it and Ethan Hawk directed. I really like it. Sometimes I think that my theatre palate limits and/or defines me like another's food palate. That is, when people come to ncy and eat in McDonalds-TGIF-Hard Rock-etc I am disappointed by their lack of adventure and their obvious disregard for opportunity. However, am I any better when I continuously prefer modern realism (many times with a linear plotline)? I do not know if I should own this or be embarrassed by the ease of plot of which I am drawn. I think that I will chose to make no apologies but strive to "broaden my horizons" by seeking more plays that will not include trite phrases such as "broaden my horizons."

NY Time's Ben Brantly said in his review, "In plot and sensibility, Things We Want is a high-testosterone equivalent of Crimes of the Heart.” Perfect. In fact, I agree with most of Brantly's review http://theater2.nytimes.com/2007/11/08/theater/reviews/08thin.html?partner=rssnyt&emc=rss especially his comments on Zoe Kazan who I first say in last season's The Prime of Miss Jean Brody with Cynthia Nixon. This young actor is the real deal.

The Pinocchio metaphor of trying to become a real functioning male was interesting. The line from the fairytale "To become a real boy you must prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish." was used a bit as a club throughout the script. However, a a woman who treads water daily in a sea of testosterone it ripped the bandaid off a lot male wounds....to use a metaphor of my own.

Also, the self-help guru's numeral methodology was - in fact - worthy of thought.
It goes: If the 7 chakras are aligned, the 5 Senses realizes, 3 Goals are clear...1 true self will be realized. Okay, so my bff Julia Pachoud Bennett would totally dig it.

A post-note to the performance, I sat 4th row center right next to Rachel Weiss and her husband who cuddled throughout the entire show. Ms Weiss is best known for her roles in The Mummy and The Constant Gardner. However, I know her best for her film and stage role of Evelyn in LaBute's The Shape of Things. I did not address her until we were all exiting. I told her how much I enjoyed her work and choices and that I had just directed S of Ts. I asked her when we could expect to see her on stage again as, in my opinion, that is where she really shows what she is made of... She said that she agreed and hoped that it would be soon.

After the show, I met Thane, Brenda, Sarah and Karen at Angus McIndoe for a Dessert Feast! We ordered one of everything and the waitress in kicked in one more for good measure. I called it the Moveable Feast (you are welcome Mr. Hemmingway).

At some point the fact that we were from the Midwest came up. The waitress said she was too...Apple Valley. I said, "Do you know Joe Wycoff and Pam Cady?" Considering she said "Cady" along with me...it was obvious that she did. These two names are two of the most significant names in the National Forensic League. They are two of the most successful oral interp, extemp and debate coaches in the US; they also just happened to be married to one another. Alexis - the waitress - and her boyfriend also a waiter at Angus were both on the Apple Valley Forensic team. In fact, we were all in St. Louis in 1998 together for nationals...Theory of Dakotability.

The night nor was the Theory connections over. Sarah Vanderwoude took us to work with her. Okay, for those of you that know me, it is safe to assume that Fox News is the last place one could find me on a Thursday night...or Fri, Sat, Sun... However, I will forever be two things 1)open-minded 2)a sister to my conservative, right-wing Republican brother. I entered the foreign camp with trepidation and curiosity. I admit it, I sat on the studio couches, posed for pics in the newsroom and - dare I say it - enjoyed the entire tour. As Sarah was introducing us to other graveshift writers, she mentioned that one had attended the University of Nebraska. I mentioned that my son 's girlfriend went to UNL and was an accomplished soccer player for them. Sarah asked me who it was as she played soccer all the way through high school in SF. Oh course...she not only knew Katie, she knew Tyler and his entire posse. Theory of Dakotativity twice in one night.

By the way, please don't tell my brother I was at Fox. He will get his hopes up, and it is just too close to the holidays to set him up for disappointment in any hope of my political metamorphosis.

An Overwhelming Day

It was a lovely day in New York. The weather was gorgeous. I would have liked to have gotten a run in at Central Park, but I had some sabbatical duties that needed attention. I drafted a letter to give to artists that outlines the focus of my study. With the wonderful editing assistance of Dr. Greg Dyer, I think that this letter will really help clarify what it is I am requesting as I approach future directors, actors, playwrights etc.

Michele Pawk called and invited meto see the matinee of The Overwhelming. Perfect. I saw it in previews, have since read the script, and attended the talk-balk with Rogers (playwright) and Robert (lead). I was excited about the opportunity to see it again.

What a difference a month can make. This play is set in 1994 just as the massacre in Rwanda was escalating towards it pinnacle of horror. I was-appropriately-moved by it. It is rich with soundbites about one's duty to change the world, such as:

Jack: Look, Mandela, Jefferson: Their impact can't be denied. But glorifying a handful of great individuals releases us from responsibility...you, me. We're the ones who have to be willing to stand up and make a difference. This is how history moves us forward. One pebble redirects the river!

Buisson: But what if the river becomes an ocean?

Linda: Then you get more pebbles.

The climax of the play was chilling for me this time because it moved from me experiencing it only aesthetically, to really hearing the warning for all nations at the end. Mizinga, a leader of the Rwanda bloody rebel forces, says to the American family as they are cradling one another in a corner (an obvious piece of directorial metaphor):

Mizinga: This will mean nothing to you soon. All of us, we will mean nothing. This is so unimportant to you. You will go home and forget. How fortunate you are.

As he delivered the lines, he slowly turned to leave letting his eye contact break the 4th wall and fall on the audience. Powerful.

Sam Robarts was much stronger in the piece as he has settled into the role. However, Linda Powell who plays his wife was not on the same level. I may have some trouble with Roger's development of this female academic, so it may not have been entirely her problem that there was weakness. Also, I never realized that there was a casting problem with her too. Because of all the reference to her being an African American, this character need to be darker. In order for her personal complexity in the script to work, she needed to be able to be mistaken for a local. Frankly, without being told throughout the script, the audience would never have known her ethnicity. Those playing the government officials from American, Germany, France and Rwanda delivered powerful performances.

After the show, Michele and I went backstage. What a treat to be able to tell actors how much their work moved us.

After the matinee, I went to meet my South Dakota friends who had arrived. I actually ran into Thane and Brenda Paulson and Karen Sumner on 8th Avenue on my way to meet them at the restaurant. As they had just eaten and I hadn't, I suggest Angus McIndoe so we could do some "star gazing." We were not disappointed.

As we were being seated, I said to them, "I was sitting there (pointing) and Mel Brooks was sitting at this table when I met him last week." The waiter said, "Mr. Brooks is in the back." I grabbed a business card and went to the back. In the far back corned sat Kerri Butler at an obvious business meeting and around the corner was Mr. Brooks....I love this restaurant.

Here is the dialogue:

K: Hello. Please know I am not stalking you. I just heard you were here and want to say,"hi."

M: Kim Bartling!

K: Mr. Brooks, I brought my big purse today, and I have a proper card for you.

M: Please meet my son Nicholas. She is a teacher.from South Dakota.

(pleasantries all around)

K: Would mind doing me a favor before you leave?

M: Absolutely, I would love to stop by your table.

K: (laughing becuase I didn't even have to ask) That was be so nice of you. Friends from SD are here, and they would be honored to meet you.

(he gets up kisses my cheek...turns to his son)

M: I would do anything for this woman. I love her.

So, I go back to my table, share in great conversation with Thane, Brenda and Karen (and much on some calamari). Sure enough, Mel Brooks works his way through the room, and believe me, he works a room. Because so many people in the business of theatre hang out there, he knows everyone and talks graciously to each and everyone of them.

He comes to our table and meets my friends. How fun! I told him that Karen was a minister so he told the man behind us (who evidently wrote the screenplay of Blazing Saddles - Thane spoke with him) to watch himself because he sitting by a minister. Then, he kissed Karen on the head. He took photos with us...if fact, he directed the shoot. His son took the photo (it is on Brenda's camera so I will have to post this later).

When he went to leave, I gave him one of my newly constructed letters and said, don't forget to call me. He claimed he didn't know anything, but he just wanted to hug and kiss me. I said, he could certainly do that too.

From Angus we headed to Barnes and Noble in Union Square. Tom Brokaw was doing a reading. We were told when we arrived that he had pre-signed the books and would not be taken questions....darn. I bought a book anyway.

What a presence this man is. When he opens his mouth that voice is captivating. He walked us through the "gist" of his new book Boom! which is about the plight of a lowly Zip feed building in South Dakota that refused to give into "the man" of contemporary architecture....just kidding.
It is about the significant influence of the 1960's.

He did end up taking questions. I posed the following:

K: I am a professor on sabbatical in the city studying the Theory of Dakotivity. My best friend Beth Minor O'Toole claims 'all roads lead to Yankton.' Would you like to comment on this?

(He smirked a bit)

TB: She is referring to the town I grew up in.

K: There are a few of us from Sioux Falls in the audience.

TB: Sioux Falls. That's the big city.

He never did answer the question. Instead he spun it back to the book....that's why he makes the big bucks. After the questions, he was swept out a side door and gone. Who knew that meeting a SD native son would be harder than Mel Brooks?

To watch the video of the Brokaw event and my debut on Barnes and Noble media broadcast go to http://media.barnesandnoble.com/index.jsp?fr_chl=dffcb6f80ab19f65d2e40ae1fb7a9dc449458c38. The entire broadcast is @ 50 minutes. I ask my question at about the 36th minute.

Afterwards, we met Sarah Vanderwoude another native Sodak and dear friend on the Paulson's. Sarah works for FOX news from 12:30 am until 10 am. So, she is meeting us before going to work. We walked from Union Square, through Washington Square Park and over to my apartment in "Pleasantville." After the 2.2 minute tour of my tiny apartment we enjoyed the weather out on my fire escape. Brenda made the observation that the entire building reminded her of Breakfast at Tiffany's. It's true. From the hallway to the fire escape, I am walking in Audry Hepburn's shoes....just call me Holly Golightly.

We ended out evening together having a wonderful Italian meal on W. 56th street. This is such indulgence for me. If it isn't a bagel, a slice of pizza or cheese and crackers, I probably can't afford it. We feasted on prosciutto wrapped mozzarella, crustini, crab-encrusted salmon, and homemade fettucini. The conversation was a delicious as the meal. These are dear people.

We walked back down to Times Square and said our "goodnights." I continued on and walked all the way home. When do you get temps and nights like this in November?

On a personal note, for anyone that reads this. Please pray for my dad. As most of you know, we have been fighting colon cancer since May. For the last month his heart has not handled the new doses of chemo. He is back in the heart hospital, and we are waiting for a new approach to deal with the cancer. Please include him, my mom and the rest of the family as we continue to search for answers.

Meeting Chalfant Melts a Hard Heart

For the second time, I went to the Off-Broadway Theatre Row to see What We Want only to find out it was not on the boards this night. No worries, the legendary Kathleen Chalfant is starring in Hard Heart on another one of their stages, so I bought a ticket for that.

Ms. Chalfant is one of the grand dames of the American stage. Tony Kushner wrote the Mormon mother role in Angels in America for her; she was in the original production. However, she is best known for her portrayal of Vivian Bearing in the 1999 production of Wit. As any student who has ever taken Intro to Theatre with me can tell you, this play affected me more than any other. She is a brilliant actor.

The Hard Heart is an antiwar play that was written by Englishman Howard Baker in 1991. This is the first time that this play has been mounted - the world premiere. Hauntingly, an English play that was written as a response to Margaret Thatcher in 1991, translates easily to the a 2007 American stage.

There was a talk-back with some of the cast members (including Chalfant) and Dr. Sandi Cooper a historian from CUNY. Following are some of my thoughts during the production, lines that struck me and notes from the talk-back:

*"Beauty has not certainty, but we have our heads. What is in our head we can rebuild."

*At the TB, we were asked what will we think of 2 weeks from now when we hear Hard Heart? What will resonate with us? I said that I was taken with the naturalistic approach to the piece. I said it was very "Lower Depths," but it included all levels of society.

*Technically is was a crumbling of a society. A huge metal building that opened and closed like a obscure tank. Piles of clothing grew throughout the production to represent the lies lost.

*"All that matters is that we protect the grey muck in the shell."

*The costumes and music were transgenerational. It represented a smorgasbord of historical references from the Greeks to the Cold Ward to Iraq.

*They weakest acting/directorial problem was execution of cut off lines. This is an "acting 101 thang." How had can that be?

*"Don't call me clever. It is a demeaning word to those of us of great thought."

*"When they cannot separate their fate from their reason...this is ecstasy."

*"War is the fallacy that smothers love."

*This is a play that represents a culture pacified by its own success.

*This is definitely an anti-feminist playwright. Both protagonists are women. One lets another make decisions for her that ultimately folds their civilization. The other's hubris causes the destruction.

*I asked Chalfant why she was drawn to this project. She responded, 'When does a woman get to say these lines typically saved for men. Being able to say something about politics, our past and our future is a tremendous opportunity." I love it that one of the greatest feminist of the stage grabbed the opportunity to own the character.

*This play is not prescriptive (and ironically, he wrote it during a time when he thought the world could not get any worse) It seems appropriate that the playwright is part of a company called The Wresting Score...certainly, that's we did during and after this production.

After the talk-back, I waited for Chalfant. She could not have been sweeter. I told her about my experience at her production of Wit in 1998, and that I read in the NY Times that she is going to be featured in Tony Kushner's new play which will have its debut at the Guthrie. She confessed that she learned about that role through the Times article too. We laughed. She took my card and agreed to call me about my collection of conversations...let's hope they all start to call soon.

It's Long Way From the O'G Stage

Here I am with my star student and dear friend Mitch Maguire and Suzan Lori Parks at the Public Theatre 11/12/07

A Private Moment at the Public Theatre

I have my days and nights mixed up. I worked all night to get caught up on my blog, but half the day was gone (to quote my mother) once I got going.

Speaking of my mother, today she and my father celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary. They shared a packed lunch while he was getting chemo at Avera...romantic as the day is long. Then, he went home and made dinner for Teake and friends who were celebrating Veteran's Day at they farm by shooting things (I know bad joke). The fact that my dad was fixing a meal is reason to have a holiday; even if only the microwave was involved. Mom went to play cards and then on to circle at church...atta girl! I love you both, congratulations. It has been a trying year for you both. Thank you for showing us grace, patience and love in the midst of life's muck.

Today, once I got going, I left a message for Frank McCourt at Union Square Barnes and Noble. I thought I was going to his reading and signing tonight until Mitch Maguire reminded me that tonight was the finale of Lori Suzan Parks 365 at the Public Theatre. I thought it was tomorrow night!

What a night. I love the performance space at the Public, and this accumulation of Park's work was spectacular. In 2002, SLP agreed to write a play a day. For the past two years, these plays have been mounted throughout the country. In the last year the statistics look like this: over 60 theatres in New York City, 700 theatres nationally, and 1,000 artist in the nyc area were involved in the project. Tonight, 47 different companies were represented. Mitch was nominated by the Classical Theatre of Harlem. How wonderfully ironic is that? The white Irish Catholic guy from SD was the Harlem choice.

For those of you that have had me in class, know that these plays will be used in addition to contentless scenes. Suzan Lori Parks has been called the greatest playwright of this generation by individuals such as Paula Vogel. I would certainly weigh her in. These are scenes that can be attacked for so many angles. One company from Philly, that was represented tonight, added music to each scene...loved it!

For those of you that do not know, Mitch Maguire was the first student to whom I told could make a living as an actor if he so chose (April 1996). Mitch and "the boys" were the reason I left any legacy at all at O'Gorman High School. They thought they were jocks; I added thespian to their resumes (they had little choice, as I was their English teacher and they wanted to pass...true story).

One can imagine how proud I am to watch him perform material by one of today's most celebrated playwrights in one of the most respected theatres in nation. I am honored to have been in the audience.

Don't miss Mel Brooks, Joyce Carol Oats, Asher Bowles and Me

Just a little fyi...since I got a bit behind, please go to older posts to view my Thursday entries. It was an amazing day. It got pushed back as I logged numerous entries at one time.

OINK (Only in New York)

These two lovelies were just leaving a cafe on W. 4th. I said, "Girls, would you like to be on my blog?" They were more than thrilled. The one on the right said, that his friend was in from Kansas, and he/she was showing him/her the city. They had taken a Greyline Tour. The tourists are now the circus. What you can't see in this photo are their white tights and shoes. It made sense when the one on the right said, "I am eight." Obviously, because female over the age of 13 knows never to wear white tights and shoes after labor day (I contend that white should never be worn below the waist unless you are under 10).

Catching My Breath on a Sunday

Sunday was certainly a day of rest. I slept and slept and slept. Also, I got caught up with my blog. I had dinner at a Mexican restaurant on Bleeker. The waitress talked me into trying a mole sauce...it was okay, but I do not need to eat it again. I then found a coffee shop around the corner who agreed to grind the coffee beans that were sent from home. Yum...hazelnut in the French press in the morning. After reading the NY Times, I stopped at Daddy-O to have a glass of wine with Lucia and came home.

SD Gals - Jenny Fellner and Me

This is not a favorite picture as I look like I weigh 300 pounds (I'd like to go on record and say that I have actually dropped a few pounds since arriving), but when 2 South Dakotans find each other in the city, one must immortalize the moment with a photo no matter how unflattering it is. Would it help if I said Jenny is tiny?

Musicals set in NYC boroughs...I wonder if they will translate on the Plains.

Since I arrived...it has been threatening, but today it happened. The stagehands went on strike. All but seven Broadway theatres are dark. I totally support the stagehands, but one's heart cannot help but feel for all those individuals who have traveled to come to take a bite out of the Big Apple. The news keeps showing all these sobbing children who came to see The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid etc. and the couples who came on their honeymoon or those who have saved a lifetime to see a Broadway show. I am glad that I have seen most of what I wanted to see as there is not end in sight.

I went over to the East Village to see an original musical that sounded interesting. It was called Crossing Brooklyn, and it the first musical written as a response to 9/11. I really enjoyed it. It may have been a bit over sentimental at times, but it should be based on its subject manner. It was about the break down of a marriage of two young teachers. The wife is struggling to reconnect with the world post-attack. She taught 1st grade at a PS school located close to the site and had to walk the children out of the dusk cloud and wait with them until their parents arrived. There was one little boy whose parents never arrived; this ruined her.

The set design and blocking was potent. Simple and very viewpoint influenced. The performances were solid, especially the young boy. I can really see USF picking this piece up as part of our theatre of social change mission.

Afterwards, I hung around the lobby as I wanted to speak with the director. He addressed the audience prior to the show. I recognized him as the man who directed Michele Pawk in the 50th anniversary of Inge's The Dark at the Top of the Stairs; she took me along to a rehearsal last spring. As I waited for Jack Cummings III, who also wears the hat of artistic director at Transport Group, I checked out the headshot of the Crossing Brooklyn cast. I rarely look at a Playbill until I get home, so it was the first time I saw their names. The lead protagonist was an actor named Jenny Fellner. That name sounded so familiar. I dug out the Playbill to check out her bio. She listed Broadway's Mama Mia in her credits. I remembered that there was a girl from Sturgis who had been in Mama Mia, but I had never met her. One of the cast members, walked out, and I asked her if she knew where Jenny was from. She said, "I think Idaho." "Hmm...not South Dakota? For some reason, I think she may be from my home state," I asked. "Idaho - South Dakota. Could be. It is one of those Midwest states." Okay.

I continued to wait. All of a sudden from the front door, in ran Jenny. "Are you really from SD?" Evidently, she had snuck out a side door, but ran into her castmate on the street, who asked her about S.D. We hugged and listed all the people we knew in common, starting with her high school teachers. I can't believe we have never met. We agreed we need to get together for some South Dakota girl's time. Theory of Dakotativity.

Saturday night, I attended Charles Mee's musical, Queen's Boulevard. What an interesting project. Inspired by a classical Indian dance drama, Queens Boulevard celebrates love, community and life. It includes Bollywood, Asian, and hip hop music and dance. I really enjoyed the Wagnerian style. As the audience sits, the action has already begun. We are acknowledged; yet. it is not interactive. This too would be do-able at USF. I never would have imagined that I would like to explore this genre, but I totally dug it.

Both musicals were approximately 90 minutes without intermissions, so I was home early. I cleaned the apartment and settled in to watch Shampoo on AMC. What a great way to end the day...Warren Beatty.

Asher and I...now I am learning from him.

Mel Brooks, Leah Horowitz and Kim Bartling at Angus McIndoe 11/9/07

American Comic Classics

Thursday evening, former USF student Asher Bowles invited me to see Is He Dead? This play was penned by humorist Mark Twain and featured Norbert Butz one of American stage's most entertaining actors...even his name is funny.

Asher is currently in the MFA playwriting program at Columbia. I am so proud of him. He has and will be studying with some of the most prolific playwrights of our time including Langston Hughes, Edward Albee and Charles Mee.

Is He Dead? was an American farce. I do not typically like farce, but my palate handles American farce much better than English. Asher and I enjoyed the character work immensely. During intermission we moved from the balcony to the front row. To watch Butz milk a crowd as he manipulates his body and throws facials to the audience is to watch a master at work.

After the show, I invited Asher out for dessert and coffee. We went to Angus McIndoe for coffee and banana souffle. As we were "catching up," Mel Brooks and friends entered and were seated at the next table. Young Frankenstein opened Thursday evening, so it seems they came in to celebrate yet another Brooks Broadway success.

When Mr. Brooks returned to the table after leaving to take a phone call, I asked him if he would mind taking a picture with me. OH MY GOSH...he was more than thrilled. He asked who I was and what I did. He asked Asher all about his life and the playwrighting program at Columbia. He kept saying that he could not believe I was from SD and that I was adorable (like that is new news:). He also kept kissing my cheeks. I know, I know....but truly he was just being...Mel Brooks! A little later, a little girl and her mother approached him at his table. He got up, brought her over to me and introduced us. Her name was Leah Horowitz, and she is currently starring as Cosette in Les Miserable. She was absolutely adorable, and we had a lovely conversation. I am big with 9 year olds.

When we went to leave, Mr. Brooks asked me for my contact information. Oh, did I mention that I mentioned that I would love to be introduced to Susan Stroman, the director of not only Young Frankenstein, but she also directed The Producers, Contact, and Music Man? She also choreographed more Broadway musicals than I can list. I had downsized purses for the evening because of all the rain (it was easier to have under my wrap). I forgot to grab some cards - I never go anywhere without cards! He said, "Sweetheart, this is New York! Always go for the big purse!" Then, he took a card out of his wallet, made me write my contact info on it and said he would call me. Can you imagine? "Hi Kim, this is Mel Brooks. How's it going in the Village?" Who know, first Tom Stoppard...maybe Brooks is next?

Joyce Carol Oats and Kim Bartling 11/9/07

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? This blog entry is dedicated to my dear friend Greg Dyer.

Friday it poured words, wit and rain.

I had to get to W. 38th Street to pick up my marked copy of Bogart's book that I had sent from home. Because my mail is hit and miss, I had Mike VanAartsen send it to Mitch and Marcie's in Harlem. Mitch is in rehearsals for Suzan Lori Park's 365 that mounts next week at the Public, so I had to meet him at his rehearsal space.

I was so eager to get to the Joyce Carol Oats interview at the 92nd Street Y. I have read a few of her novels and short stories, but it is her photograph that has always intrigued me. She looks as if she was lifted from a F Scott Fitzgerald novel. When I mentioned this to Greg Dyer, he agreed and said, "...or a Faulkner work - like A Rose for Emily." Exactly. Although, she is so thin that she would never have made an indentation in the pillow. When she walked on the stage the woman behind me said, "My gosh, she looks as if she could vanish." Her appearance, other than her translucent complexion and flapper haircut, included a white frilly sweater and black slacks that both hung on her. Her black comfortable shoes looked as if she had bought them to waitress in. Delicately frumpy would be my description. Also, when she walked out on the stage, she stared hard and waved at us one face at a time, as if she recognized us as old friends. It was endearing.

Following are my notes and JCO quotes from the event:

*"Life is short, but art is long."

*When asked when she started writing a daily journal, she said that in 1977 she was in London and might have had a small nervous breakdown, but no one noticed (she giggled at this and this was when I realized that she was incredibly witty). She thought it may be a good idea to start writing things down as they happened.

*As stated, Oats is very funny and delivered sarcasm and self-effacing humor with deadpan timing.

*"I don't have much of a personality. I'm like this glass of water (she holds it up). I'm quite transparent. I tend to take on the reflected color of the people that I am with. Today, since I am with Roger (Rosenblatt) I am witty and masochistic." Evidently, she and Roger (and their spouses) are great friends, so their was a lot of friendly banter.

*"I enjoy Colbert and John Stewart, but I don't write that way because I am a nice person. (long stoic pause). Just kidding. I'm just more cowardly."

*She claims that her characters are less verbose than others. She compared her characters to bottom feeders of the sea. They dart around and pick up pieces of others. "They are beneath the surface of consciousness."

*Joyce Carol Oats talks with her hands. It is almost as if she pantomimes every word that she speaks. When she rests her hands, she tends to hold one of them on her temple with the palm out...as if she is recharging it with energy from her brain.

*When asked to define tragic vision, she said, "It is a great artistic art form containing exemplary and archetypal characters."

*She spent a lot of time talking about how much she loves teaching. She teaches creative writing at Princeton. Here are a few of her favorite assignments:

*Write for 30 minutes without interruption. First time, shut the door and tell them that they are locked in and will not be allowed to leave. The next time open the door and tell them that they will all be evacuated.

*Take them to the theatre and have each of them stand in the blinding lights of the stage one at a time. It is to be intensely quiet. They are to stand there and imagine asking for forgiveness for something that they have done. They may take something from real or an imagined life and they may have a real or imagined audience. Then write it.

*Each student is to bring in a writing. The class then pretends that they are editors of a high end magazine (She reminds them that she is always the editor in chief). As editors, they are to treat each other's essays as if they are already accepted. Their job is to make them ready for publication. Therefore, everything that happen propels positive work in a positive environment.

*Oats desires to write more novellas. She said it is a difficult form because it is like landing a huge plane on a runway that is too thin and too short. She cites Henry James' Turn of the Screw and Thomas Mann's Death in Venice as the two quintessential novellas.

*When talking about development of characters, she confessed, "I had a person who talked too much and I had to be quite harsh with him." It was hilarious - like these are people that are completely out of her control.

*"I am just a housewife. Truly, I think I am the only woman at Princeton who cooks all our meals, washes our clothes and cleans my own home. People hear this and look at me with horror and pity."

*She suggests when writing dialogue, "Begin with two people you don't know and let them talk until you don't like them anymore. People tend to talk too much, so you will recognize it when they need to shut up."

*"I always want to know where they are going." Oats doesn't encourage stream of consciousness writing. "James Joyce was the only one that was successful at this...and Faulkner when he was drinking. We should leave it to them."

*Her graciousness with students was obvious with her choice of verb in the following sentence. "One's heart sinks a bit when a student hands in 40 pages."

*Her grandmother wanted Joyce's father to be a pianist, and she wanted Joyce to be a writer. So, the violinist in the The Gravedigger's Daughter is a combination of Joyce and her father. Her grandmother said on her deathbed as Joyce was crying, "Joyce, really, I don't mind. This novel is an homage to her grandmother, whom she adored.

*She takes long runs in the mornings, and it is here that she arranges the words as movies and chapters in her head. When things are somewhat formulated she writes frantically as to not forget. Joyce Carol Oats writes her works in longhand....unbelievable.

*When asked what is the difference between friendship and love, she quickly quipped, "Friends you keep a little longer."

*"It is one's fate to be misunderstood."

*"The nail that is the highest gets hammered first," was her address to handling criticism.

During the Q and A, I asked her to talk a bit more about her obvious love of teaching and who has she read recently - as in a new writer - with whom she was impressed. She responded that she went to a one room schoolhouse for elementary school and loved Mrs. Deets her teacher. From then on, she fell in love with every teacher she ever had - even through college. Oats declared, "Teaching was my primary impulse." As far as new writers? Because she is asked to review new works all the time which include former students, she chose to tip toe away from the question.

Afterwards, Joyce Carol Oats did a signing. I was only planning on having her sign an anthology of short stories, but I was so taken and fascinated with her that I bought the journal, which she claims not to have read all. "I lived it; I don't feel compelled to read it." She was gracious and asked about my university. She said she knew I was a teacher by the questions that I asked. I went from a peripheral to a devoted fan all in one afternoon. The power of personal presence is never to be taken for granted.

Theatre I Live For....

Thursday was full of blessings.

First I met with Rebecca Patterson who is directing Wapato the first show of the Women's Project's season. We clicked immediately. She owns her own company called the Queens Company which performs the classics with casts entirely made of women. Since Shakespeare's companies were composed of all men, this is an interesting contemporary approach to his works (however, Shakespeare is not exclusively the only classic playwright they perform). To read more about Rebecca's compancy please check out their webside at http://www.queenscompany.org

What I liked about Rebecca was that she had a life before directing found her. She was raised in Alberta, Canada by academic hippes. She moved around a lot and has a degree in microbiology. She loves table work works quickly in rehearsal. We moved into many different topis besides theatre. After an hour and a half, she says that she loves my energy, had read through my academic vitae prior to meeting and would like to offer me the assistant director position.

I am thrilled with this opportunity because I am allowed to extend my relationship with the Women's Project and work with a new director. Also, the position works with my information gathering on the Bogart elements. My first assignment is to bring historical research on Crazy Horse, a character in the play, to the table.

After I walked her to the space where she was auditioning, I headed up to the Drama Bookshop to buy all the copies of of Bogart's Seven Essays to give to those who agree to meet with me, when the interviews begin.

I bought a ticket to Tracy Lett's new play August Osage County. A couple of years ago I saw another play of his Bug at the Barrow Street Theatre. It was jarring. When I return home, I will have to review the journal in which I responded to that performance. Tracy is from the Midwest; in fact, he was in Sioux Falls in 2000 when Julia and I hosted KCACTF at Augie and USF. At that time, he was just being "discovered" for his play Man from Nebraska. Frankly, I know that he was in my home at one point, and I had numerous meals with him; however, due to the exhausting and overwhelming demands of the week, I have little to no memory of him. Since this time, he has moved on to be one of the most celebrated playwrights of this decade.

August: Osage County is the best play that I have since Wit at Union Square in 1998. This may be the boldest statement that I have ever said as a patron of theatre, but I believe that this play may mark Lett's as the Tennessee Williams of the Midwest. I laughed hysterically and sobbed unexpectantly. This play was long (3.5 hours with 2 intermissions), but the audience was entranced. Afterwards, everyone left in silence and so many of us just stood outside on 45th Street quietly for a long time. Then, we all began talking at once. Phenomenal, amazing, poignant, heartbreaking, smart, dynamic were just some of the adjectives I heard as people tried to discribe it.

I didn't know if the character of the eldest daughter, Barbara, played by Amy Morton spoke to me or for me. Her performance was brilliant. If she doesn't win the Tony next June, I may have to rethink if I know anything about art. The last line of the second act is hers, "I'm in charge now!" Does that sound like me or what? Also, I recognized the fraility of one's life as she bounced between family negotiations, hometown definitions and hot flashes. The other truly amazing performance was given by Deanna Dunagan who plays the mother Violet. Her monologue that ends Act One and her speech at the funeral dinner were moments of brilliance.

August: Osage County is another Steppenwolf production that proves that New York has nothing on Chicago theatre. The last production Steppenwolf brought to nyc was the 2001 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Amy Morton (my new favority actor) was Nurse Ratched in that production which featured Gary Sinise. I would really encourage everyone to click on the August: Osage County website if for no other reason to see the photo of the set at http://www.augustonbroadway.com.

The only weakness in the performance was in the development and - unfortunately - delivery of Kimberly Guerrero as the Native American housekeeper Johnna. The stoic stereotype did not allow for true character development, and it left a hole in the script. It is still in previews, so things may change. There is no doubt that I will go see it again once it opens, and I encourage anyone coming to the city to do the same.

Subway Shots

I was the only one in this 1 Train coming home from Times Square. Also, this notice inside every car makes me giggle every day. I am trying to figure out when one could actually use the emergency cords. Also, the idea of finding a crew member, as they suggest, is laughable. Who are these crew members?

It really was Hump Day (Wed)....a lot of highs and lows

I had an epiphany in the middle of the night. Frankly, I have been struggling a bit with narrowing the focus of my directorial study, but around 4 am I woke up with a fresh approach.

Anne Bogart's Seven Essays on Art and Theatre is required reading in two of my advanced classes: Directing and Acting. She addresses the elements of violence, stereotype, eroticism, resistance, embarrassment, terror and memory. This book is as close to a theology text that I use in the classroom. I reference it continuously and the students completely "dig it." I am going to use these elements as the springboard to my questions.

I was also concerned that my spectrum of interviewees was too wide. Should I interview only those with Broadway experience? ...new directors?...female directors? Now it will behoove me to interview any and all. I am thrilled and eager to get going.

I attended the MX Satellite Radio Talk Back of The Overwhelming by TR Rogers. I went this show about 3 weeks ago, and since then, I have read and poured over the script. Here is a synopsis from a NY Theatre Website:

It's 1994, and when an American family heads to Rwanda to help an old friend in need, each member encounters a very different experience. But they all find trouble in this country on the verge of genocide, where no one is exactly what they seem. Soon, this family unearths unexpected truths about this tiny, troubled nation… and about themselves.

If you are a Broadway Satellite Radio Fan, you will be able to hear me ask a question about extended metaphor (specifically windows and cabbages)! Yippee!

One thing I found interesting is that the dramaturg and the playwright went on and on about how the director made the actors do status improv where they had to define the scenes with action verbs. Basically, they were talking about beating out the script and identifying character control and power. Also, Rogers said things like, "The playwright's role is to ask questions not give answers." My undergraduates not only understand the importance of this, they know how to apply it. The practitioners today acted like this was some innovative approach to the stage. Curious. I enjoyed Sam Robarts (son of Jason Robarts and Lauren Bacall and the lead in this play). He was playful and thoughtful...I wish more of that came across during the performance.

Tonight, I went to All of the Above by Jenny Lyn Bader. That is 2 hours and 15 minutes I will never get back. The script was about a 5 (students - there are some workable ACTF scenes here), the directing a 4 and the acting was a 2.

Blogging 101

My dear friend Marie has offered the following step by step instructions for those of you who have asked how to post comments on my blog.


1) Click on "0 comments" at the bottom right corner of blog entry (sometimes it will have another number denoting how many comments have been made so far...ie: 3 comments)

2) Clicking this will take you to another page to comment.

3) Yes, you have to have a google account or a blogspot.com account to publish your comment However, if you don't, it asks you to sign up by clicking on the 'sign up here' link. Go ahead and do it. It is free with no obligations.

4) Then, comment away!

5) Click on publish to post your comment.

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A Love Letter to Marie

Dear Ms. Marie aka MUR,

Thank you for posting comment on my blog. I appreciate it more than I can say. Where are the rest of my students? family? friends? If you don't know how to comment, let me know so I can walk you through it.

What say you Bartling Posse?

Real Women Chose When To Cook

This morning I read The Overwhelming by JT Rogers. I saw the production at Laura Pels a couple of weeks ago, and tomorrow I am going to the MX Radio talkback so I felt compelled to read it. This will be a great text to use in directing class to teach metaphor and the importance of theatre of change on a global stage. I also tried a couple of plays for the Women's Project, but I have to admit that some of them are so obscure that even my huge right brain can't conceptualize the staging.

I had to grocery shop today. The closest grocery store is Whole Foods. This is a huge supermarket of all organic food. Many times, I enter, wander and leave. It is just too much. It is also very expensive. Just trying to find something as simple as salad dressing is frustrating. I think I have somewhat of a sophisticated palate, but when the most common dressing is called Lemon Thai you know that finding a simple Western dressing is not going happen.

I came home and cooked for the first time. Now, to those of you who are gasping...you need to know that even in good ole SF, I only really cook 3 times a year: Thanksgiving, Christmas and a random "'cuz I had a wild hair Sunday." I want to go on record and defend myself. I am a good cook, but when you live in the theatre from Sept.-May and the ballpark June-Aug. there is little reason to look beyond HyChi or Kaladi's. I have been quoted regularly that I'd rather pay an extra $10-20 than clean it up; my time is worth more than that. Wow, that was a classic Bartling diversion.

So today, I not only had a grilled mozzarella and basil sandwich with roasted pepper and tomato soup but tonight I stirred up a bowl of chicken salad with currents and walnuts....take that Martha Stewart.

Tonight I went down to Chelsea to catch Adam Rapp's new play Bingo With Indians. It doesn't open until Friday. It was comically subtle as it was overtly physically and sexually violent. I was reminded of Tracy Lett's Bug. I want to read it or see it again; I guess that is a good sign. The Native American twist was interesting; I would have liked to have had a bit of the rhythm that came with the entrance of the Indian earlier in the piece. The space only allowed for an audience of 30-40 so it was pretty intense.

Afterwards I talked to Rapp, who sat right behind me during the production. I asked him the same question that I have asked so many....time please? He too was gracious and said that he would call me next week....hopefully, I will get a bite soon. I really need to begin the interviews.

A Drop of Blue in a SD Sea of Red

I pose with my signed copy of I Am America (And So Can You!). Stephen Cobert poses for me at Borders in Columbus Cirle.

Happy Labor Day to Me.

Happy 24th birthday to Tyler Bartling! My day today was much more relaxing but not as productive as it was 24 years ago. This is only the 3rd time that I have not been with Tyler on his birthday. No cake, no special lunches, no Ninja Turtles...just sending my love across half the country.

I spent the better part of the day reading, writing and preparing myself for the directing interviews if and when they happen. I found a wonderful coffee shop on Charles and Greenwich to settle and work.

Tonight, I attended a book signing by Stephen Colbert and the writers on his television show The Colbert Report and in his new book, I Am America (And So Can You). I had to stand in line for about 2.5 hours, but it was worth it. I met lovely, interesting people with whom I stood in line (one was David Letterman's nanny). Also Colbert and the posse of people who signed were incredibly friendly and funny. I told them that I was one of three Democrats in SD, so I bought a book for each of us. They seemed to think that was funny. The only woman writer said,
"Wow, South Dakota. You have interesting politics there. Thank you."

Another writer added, "Where is South Dakota?" When I responded, "Sioux Falls," he said, "I have relatives there. Do you know the Zimmers?" Of course, as any good SD could I shared my link, "Well, Zimmer is a very Catholic name, and I taught at a private Catholic school for years. There were numerous Zimmers that came through the system, and there is a Father Zimmer." He confirmed that he was part of that clan....Theory of Dakotativity.

My choice of a blue font is deliberate in respect for the events of the day. This blog entry is dedicated to my siblings Thad and Jennie. Here's to love, liberty and agreeing to disagree (please forgive the unparallel sentence structure).

Sisters in the City

Oh for cute! My sister and I enjoy each other so much. Thanks Mom and Dad for teaching us what it means to be family. Also, thank you for encouraging us to continue to learn, dream and grow. We love you. Now, if we could only get our brother Thad to come out and play with us.

How Did Two Girls Who Grew Up on a Farm in SD, Grow-up to Crave City Life on the East Coast?

A Potential Horror Story Called, "Jen and the Attack of the Dark Roots."

The Schetnan Girls' Traveling Road Show

It was a great weekend! My sister Jennie came up from Baltimore to visit.

On Friday, I did my version of the New York marathon that was scheduled for the weekend. I took the subway up to 126th Street (Harlem) and ran Riverside Park and Chelsea Piers all the way home. It totaled approximately 9 miles. It was a gorgeous and refreshing way to spend the afternoon.

Jennie arrived a lot later than expected. She was suppose to be in the city @ 6:50. Unfortunately, her bus driver was new (she realized that when he seemed to be checking a mapquest printout) and traffic was not moving in the Lincoln Tunnel. I was so glad that I did not go ahead and get us theatre tickets because she did not get in until 8:30ish. We went out and had a lovely Italian dinner on MacDougal and Bleeker, strolled around the neighborhood, enjoyed a glass of wine on Jane Street, and headed home. Between my long run and her long ride, we were exhausted.

I asked Jen to go where no person - beside our mother - has ever gone before...my roots needed to be done. I know the two-toned, roots showing hair is actually in right now, but it shouldn't be for anyone over 35. It only took one phone call to mom, so we were quite proud of ourselves. By the way, I had checked with a couple of different salons last week about getting the application done (I have the color, so I only needed someone to apply it). The quotes I got ranged from 35-80 dollars. Yet, another reason to love SD and mom.

Saturday we shopped 'til we dropped. It was so much fun to have someone with whom to knock around town. Boots, jewelry and capes were on the agenda...it sounds like we are superheroes. We were victorious in our mission.

Jen and I are laughers. We enjoy so much of the same things. Besides the obvious that we share as sisters, we also just love to meet new people and laugh. We are the Schetnan girls traveling roadshow...and we crack ourselves up.

Saturday evening we attended the Farnsworth Project written by Aaron Sorkin. The big name that they flaunt in the billing is Hank Azaria, who was quite good; however, the young man who played Farnswarth was the true star. Sorkin's words and timing were safe with Jimmi Simpson. His ability to deliver extended exposition and complex timing succinctly, simply and effortlessly made him a solid match for the experience of a veteran actor such as Azaria.

According to Playbill.com , "The Farnsworth Invention follows the battle for the patent for the invention of the television set. The race pitted Philo T. Farnsworth, a young genius who came up with the idea as a high school student, against David Sarnoff, the head of the Radio Corporation of America (RCA). Using direct address monologues and flashbacks, the two men narrate the retelling of each other's stories as the drama unfolds."

I love it when I leave a play wanting to further study the subject matter. Also, I eye-spyed seats in the orchestra during intermission so that we could move from downstairs and get a closer look at the acting choices. Many times, I enjoy being in the mezzanine to observe directing choices. Because this play was exposition heavy, I wanted to be able see the actor's think.

I thought Jen would enjoy meeting Michele Pawk, so after the show we waitied outside of Hairspray. She is always so gracious. She is a bit frustrated that no one is calling me as she has put in calls to numerous directors. Like everything, I told her that it will eventually pan out. We made a date for Thursday to plan a different approach.

Late night appetizers were on the agenda next, so Jen and I headed to Angus McIndoe to star gaze and eat. We shared the second floor with top brass of the newly opened Little Mermaid and the cast of Phantom of the Opera. Jen saw David Morse on the street...I can't believe that I didn't see him...love him.

We moved downtown so that I could introduce Jen to Natalie at the Barrow Inn and Lucia at Daddy-O's. We had a ball.

Sunday we were in search of two things 1)a good turkey burger for me and 2)football for Jennie. Before we knew it, it was time for her to get back on the bus and return to Baltimore. I spent the night moping a bit as I loved having her here. There are 8 years between us, but as we get older we have gotten so much more close. She has a huge heart, an open mind and love of life that is infectious....our parents "did good" with her.

Diego and Our Little Pumpkin Patch on the Fire Escape

A Telephone Surprise Followed By a Day of Banality.

Today was cleaning day at 55 Morton. Litter boxes, dishes, rugs, toilet etc. screamed for washing. Therefore, the only exciting thing I have to report is...Tom Stoppard called me! I am so glad that I was unable to answer my phone when he called, so I have the message on my cell phone for proof. At some point, I will transpose it verbatim, but basically he thanked me for the note, apologized for not having time to get together and told me it was a pleasure to meet me. Unbelievable.

Halloween 2007 NYC

...it all started on the O'Gorman stage. Here I am with former students and O'G actors Ann Weisbecker and Matt Fiorita.

This was the view in front and behind me at the parade

A Few Good Men of the West Village

Happy Halloween From the Eye of the Holiday Hurricane.

There was a lot on my agenda for the day. First, I dropped a note off at the Rock 'n' Roll stage door for Tom Stoppard. I though I should follow up with last week's meeting, so I left a card that invited him out for lunch or coffee and a promise of a reprieve in "theatre talk" if he was interested.; however, I would be thrilled to discuss his new play with him. I included the photo I took of him, Trevor Nunn and me. I also dropped off a pumpkin cookie and a fall bouquet of flowers at the Hairspray stage door for Michele Pawk.

To took in the matinee of Edward Albee's Peter and Jerry at the 2nd Stage Theatre. What an interesting production. The first act was the prequel Albee's classic one act Zoo Story. For those who are not familiar with Zoo Story, it is about two strangers who have a conversation in Central Park. This new act shows the audience what happened in Peter's home with his wife prior to going to the park to read. Bill Pullman played Peter and he was okay; unfortunately he was overpowered by the amazing Johanna Day in the first act and the complex performance of Dallas Roberts in the Zoo Story in the second act.

During intermission, I saw Albee sitting in the back of the theatre with this woman. As I stretched my legs, I asked an usher who the woman was with whom he was speaking. It was Pam MacKinnon, the director. After they finished writing notes, MacKinnon walked by me. I told her about my goal of interviewing directors, and she seemed really responsive. She took my card and told me she would contact me sometime within the week. I really hope she does; I am not having the success in getting these interviews conducted as I had hoped. I was impressed with her direction. It was a minimal set, and she paralleled it with minimal movement. MacKinnon trusted the words of Albee. I have never stayed completely enthralled in Jerry's dog monologue; however, this performance not only demanded my attention, I heard the thesis in it. The line "We do not love or hurt because we do not try to reach each other." This play questions the duality of kindness and cruelty.

Next, I addressed Mr. Albee. I told him that I had studied with him in Alaska in 2002, and asked him how the conference has survived the move to Omaha. He said that it is unfortunately really struggling, but in a couple years it should evolve. I told him how much I enjoyed this new prequel to his classic Zoo Story. I said, "I wish more women could write women's dialogue as well as he." He seemed really pleased with this comment as he talked to me throughout the intermission. I had him sign my Playbill before taking my seat. How remarkable that I met Britain's greatest living playwright Tom Stoppard last Wednesday and this Wednesday, I met America'a greatest living playwright Edward Albee.

After the show, I had costume pieces to find. I needed an apron, tennis shoes etc to complete my diner waitress attire. Four thrift shows later, I could not find an apron, but I did snag a green and white gingham curtain that I could cut and sew. I had enough material for a headband and earrings too. 'On the walk home, I handed out candy to little kids who were trick or treating. In nyc, where it is all apartments and condos, most trick or treating is done from business to business.

Halloween in the West Village...it is difficult to articulate. I went to the parade, but as one can see from the pictures, it was difficult to see anything on the route. The real entertainment is actually on the streets, so I took to them. Wow. I finally just gave up trying to take pics of every costumes that impressed me. It was a sea of artistry. I met up with Ann Weisbecker (Richard Simmons) and Matt "Guy" Fiorita (Trailer Trash Mama); this is my 2nd year in a row that I have enjoyed the city's Halloween festivities with Ann. It is a tradition that would be fun to continue.