When worlds crumble and universes collide, only the essence remains.
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I am not a fan of the One Act Play — even though I’ve written many of them — because I now realize just how ubiquitously they have killed the modern theatre by shaving expectation, shortening audience attention spans and by setting a low-budget watermark for producers and a little-to-none time commitment for directors and actors. One Act Plays are a cheat against the human spirit, as the convenience of mindless television plotting replaces the tension of the live stage performance.
The old man groaned.
Losing first breath of day.
On July 1st or August 1st of this year, depending on how things go, I will be moving into an apartment in a co-op building in the Kew Gardens area of Queens, G-d willing. It has been nearly a year since I moved back from Seattle and this is only the first apartment in which I am actually going to be not just temporarily dwelling.
If you are rich and pretty and famous you are tempting an early grave because a devotion to the surface, and not the core, leads to psychological dissension between the wanton self and the desirous of mind — according to a new University of Rochester study. Perhaps marrying an ugly girl is, after all, the secret to carrying on a longer life.
As the holiday of Passover comes to a close, we prepare ourselves for the service of Yizkor, the four times a year service that is held to remember our departed loved ones. I am reminded of my late grandmothers, but at the same time I am reminded of those that are still living.