Crushed

I’m reading an epically long, thick novel entitled Shantaram at the moment.  I’m on page 629…out of 936.  As I might have already mentioned, it’s not short.  Like at all.  And it’s sometimes very difficult to read because all the characters have unfamiliar foreign names that seem to consist entirely […]

Mennonite in a Little Black Dress

A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine handed me a copy of a book and said something like, “This made me think of you and your book.”  Having now read the memoir, what I think he meant to say was, “This is what you might sound like if […]

Driving Miss Solid Potato Salad

Last night I was lucky enough to score a ticket to the opening night performance of Driving Miss Daisy (Thanks Keri, I totally owe you sexual favors).  I don’t know that I have a whole lot to say about the show other than I LOVE JAMES EARL JONES.  I would […]

The Language Archive

So I saw this show last night called The Language Archive at one of the Roundabout Theatres.  It’s billed as a comedy, but for some reason I didn’t find it funny at all.  That bothered me.  In fact, I think it’s still bothering me.  Or maybe it’s just that freakish […]