Thursday, September 11, 2014

They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. The Merchant of Venice, 1. 2

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well, long time no write.... I have been pulled in many directions since last I posted here.   I have been busy writing theatre reviews fo...
Wednesday, October 17, 2012

When we are born we cry that we are come... to this great stage of fools.

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I guess you’ve all been wondering what happened to me… Well, I’ve been busier than a one-armed paperhanger. I may have actually given m...
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Friday, June 8, 2012

Words, Words, Words--another variation...

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air or heir fare or fair Been—bean Bare—bear Meet—meat Deer—dear Fair—fare Heel—heal Lead [to be in front]—lead [an alloy] ...
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Words, Words, Words ~ HAMLET [a variation]

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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps million...
Thursday, June 7, 2012

This is the short and the long of it. ~ Merry Wives of Windsor

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Feh! I am just so over this whole working for a living thing…
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Friday, May 4, 2012

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. ~William Shakespeare

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As we approach Mother's Day next week, I thought I'd share this... ****** WHY GOD MADE MOMS Answers given by 2nd grad...
Tuesday, March 27, 2012

“So so” is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so.

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Ye Olde Blogge Goeth Green Today.. . [originally posted 9/8/2009--and still quite appropos, sadly] That’s kinda how I’ve been feeling...
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