Arena Stage in Washington, D.C.

When I first arrived in Washington, D.C. many years ago as fresh-faced lad freshly graduated from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, one of the first places I was able to feed myself was at Arena Stage reading scripts at $10 a pop for Lloyd Rose and Jerry Manning. Arena Stage is one of the best professional regional theatres in the world — they were one of the first theatres to employ an acting core on a full time basis — and Zelda Fichandler created Arena Stage out of nothing and ran it for 40 years from 1950 to 1990 until she moved to New York University in 1987 to run the graduate school acting program.

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Crying the Blue Sky

Erik Harper, age 11, had a deal with his grandmother.  If Joseph Randolph Mays, the man living with him and his Deaf mother, and his younger brother Dakota, ever tried to really hurt them — it was an open secret in the family that Mays was physically beating all of them — Erik would send her an emergency text message in code: “The Sky is Blue” that meant they were in real danger and she should call 911.

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The Obama Bible and the Danger of Close Associations

Are we getting a little creeped out with Barack Obama’s obsession with linking his presidency to Abraham Lincoln’s?  I get the cultural and racial connection that binds them together in history, but imitating Lincoln’s train ride from Philadelphia to Washington, D.C. for Obama’s inauguration seemed a bit much — until it was announced yesterday that Obama would be sworn in with his hand on the Lincoln Bible — and the whole shebang went over the top into silliness.  Here are some images of that Bible with some color correction to compensate for the overly golden tone of the official versions.

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From Seattle Slicker to New York Vagabond

Gordon Davidescu wrote this article.

Sometime around the middle of last August, I realized that I had to move away from Seattle and get back to New York City. I could hear the words of none other than David W. Boles from a few years ago; this is more curious because I have never heard his voice. He wrote me then, when I was first moving out here, to tell me that it was just going to be a matter of time before I came back. Well I am certainly glad that we didn’t make a money wager on that because it was only a couple of years later when those words began to come true.

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Bury Bad News on Friday: Saturday is Dead

We all know if you want to release bad national news you do it on the weekend when no one is reading blogs or newspapers or watching: Bad News Runs into Weekends!

Run It On Friday!

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Drawing the Week

Beyond the dreadful Alito hearings, the week was a laugh riot: America was reconfigured in the guise of an elephant; Tom Delay was Ding Donged; Ye Olde Boys Club proves why none of these Supreme Court appointments matter in the power structure of Washington and that’s why the Senators go limp against going strong for a confrontation and, finally; When Ted Met Arlen was good for some dramatic entertainment and tension release from the circus that has become Washington politicking:

 The New America

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