I’m not feeling well today–the cough that started directly into my bronchial tubes a week and a half ago seems finally to be doing more than making me cough: I’m a little light headed and grumpy over coming into Daylight Savings so early. WHY do they make us do this? Why can't we be encouraged to get our bodies into rhythm with the world instead of trying to remake the universe to fit our commercial imperatives?
We have Anja Moen speaking at Ethical this morning, and then we’re going to Jersey City to see Michael Basile in KING JOHN and then I have to hurry to whatever is left of the Executive Committee meeting.
Last night Andy had a last minute urge to go see the illusionists at SOPAC– The Spencers. I don’t care so much for illusionists, but I did want to see SOPAC, and it is a very pleasant size, and last night's crowd was of of kids and adults, and we saw some people we knew, Ariel Green's parents, the Anzalone-Newman adults. The show was the usual sawed in half ladies and escaping from a can of water, and a great deal of talk in between–the main guy’s engaging personality carrying it, just chatting away. This morning I discovered he has a blog, and he blogged South Orange last night-- http://www.spencersmagic.com/blog/
That’s a real sign of the times– the performer performing then telling the public about his performance, or rather, it was mostly about how much the audience loved them. I'd say I liked/was interested in them, especially his style, smallish guy with a very neat body, bleached and spiked hair, self-deprecating, but of course very full of himself-- a performer. Anyhow, I liked being there, but I guess I don’t really get the point of illusions– the disappearances etc. I figured out one trick all by myself (Andy did separately – the one where he reads minds and writes down the singer/place/card the person is thinking of). I know in general how the Houdini-in-a-bottle ones work and the sawed off ladies, so I’m actually more amazed by up close and personal stuff, the card tricks and sleight of hand. Well, it was fun to be out, and I'm always interested in Performers. Vaudeville acts, if not vaudeville, still live, I guess. I wonder what kind of a living these people make– four people who show up on stage and at least one driver for the semi they travel in.
March 9, 2007
In the New York Times today is an obituary for Ruffina Amaya, who survived the massacre at El Mozote in El Salvador in 1981. She heard her children’s death screams. Husband beheaded. The US was supporting the side the killers were on,so we denied there had been a massacre. It took this woman and others speaking out, over and over, to tell the story. This was at the beginning of the Reagan years. So many times the U.S. has supported thugs if they claim to be for a handy sound bite called Freedom.