The kid with the gray and red plaid shirt…that’s me. I literally had that shirt. I watched so much television as a kid that it’s kind of surreal I’m even able to type without electrical prompting. The question of how/if I’ve been scarred irrevocably by all of those hours in front of the box is the sort of thing that keeps a body up at night.
This video is compliments of my friend Jess Smith at Seattle Repertory Theatre. You can find out about them here, since I can’t link you to her non-existent website.
My friend LeAnne sent me a link to this NY Times story about Philip Glass. Apparently he composed an opera about Gandhi in 1979. I’m not so interested in this fact.
Phelim McDermott and Julian Crouch, the artistic directors of the Improbable theater company in London, are the director and the designer of a current production of Satyagraha. Now I’m interested:
I’m partial to the puppets for obvious reasons, but damn even the newspaper manipulation is stunning. This is a gorgeous, gorgeous production. It’s the kind of thing that makes me wish I lived in either New York or London, or both.
