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From The Grab Bag
Yesterday afternoon's revelation sent me into a bit of a funk, which I proceeded to dispell with several Guinnesses at my local watering hole, which just happened to be celebrating their 2nd Annual "Half Way To St. Paddy's Day" event. Since I won the limmerick contest last year, I naturally felt compelled to defend my crown, although sad to say, politics triumphed over talent, as I was dethroned by a decend, but decidedly inferior effort. The host later informed me that, "Your's was the best of the lot, but I didn't make the decision." This made me feel a little better, but I also understand this is strictly a marketing gimmick and so naturally the proprieters might want to "spread the love" as it were. Either that or they found out I'm a family member of rival Pacific Northwest Irish Restauranteers.
Today is the kickoff for Annex Theatre's Hothouse playwright's festival. We've hooked up with four writers (one each from Seattle, Vancouver, B.C., Minneapolis & NYC), brought them all to town, put them up in a B&B "Big Brother" style (but without spycams and manufactured dramatics), and over the next two weeks they'll basically have a free hand to create, embellish, hone or otherwise work in a creative, fun, pressure-cooker atmosphere that we hope will generate some good ideas and perhaps even some finished product on their part. It's a way for our company to get to know young, up-and-coming playwrights, establish a rapport, and hopefully build a creative relationship that will prove mutually beneficial in the future. Lots of work to be done by all, but also lots of fun.
In my burgeoning quest to seek land-based housing, I took my first walkthrough of a little studio apartment this morning. The place itself is small (although the kitchen is rather spacious compared to most studios), but it has a lovely yard filled with fruit trees, medicinal herbs, and even some space for a garden plot. The people who live upstairs are very nice, artsy-activist types, and I felt like we had a good connection during the 45 minutes we spent talking and looking a the unit. There are a couple of issues that might preclude things working out (namely the cat situation -- the landlady already has two on-site, and the issue of vegetarian versus carnivorous consumption), but I did my best to assure them of my flexibility in these areas. Still, even if it doesn't happen - it is after all only my first foray into apartment hunting - it was a good start.
Finally, just a reminder, in case I don't get online, that tomorrow is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. So get out your eyepatch, your tri-corner, your cutlass or your blunderbuss, and start practicing your "Arrrs!" and "Ye scurvey dogs!" in the mirror, then get out there Sunday and TALK LIKE A PIRATE!
Posted byCOMTE
on 11:01 AM
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