Ha ha, I’m so clever, I came up with a title that reflects my performances at both the short and long fringe this week. I should do this for a living. Think of all the money I could make writing titles for other people’s blog entries that people don’t read. (more…)

Read the review on www.austinist.com

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Our Angle in Heaven’

Our Angle in Heaven is indeed the correct spelling of the title of Maggie Gallant’s solo show. It’s taken from a misspelled sign that one of her eight characters sees alongside the road in the days following Princess Diana’s death. It’s an emblem of the imperfect, idiosyncratic reactions of a broad spectrum of British subjects during a time of perceived national unity and mourning. (more…)

Don’t make assumptions. I should have it tattooed on me as a permanent reminder. Not really, because that’s a lot of text, especially in one of those fancy cursive fonts. Might look good in Kanji I suppose. Plus, it would have to be tattooed some place obvious, so I’d see it regularly. Otherwise, if it was on my upper arm or somewhere, it would just help other people not make assumptions and I’m not prepared to give them that kind of leg-up, especially as I know they wouldn’t even be grateful. (more…)

From the Austin Live Theatre website. A lovely review of Saturday’s show. I feel rather proud. And relieved. (more…)

Here are some pictures from today’s performance. Click on an image to see a bigger picture.

Today is the 3M Half Marathon. When I moved to the States in 2000 I couldn’t run for more than 12 minutes at a time. Less than a year later, with the help of AustinFit, I had run and raced every distance, from 5k to 10K, half marathon and finally the marathon. (more…)

A few years back I took a weekend workshop called The Mastery. It’s a cross between an acting class and a cult. There were lots of tears, laughing and screaming and through it I met one of my best friends. (more…)

What an incredible day that was! Personally, I had a great one. In the morning I went shopping and it was truly historic, the stores were pretty much deserted. It was like the Nordstrom instore pianist was playing just for me. Of course it was impossible to get served anywhere because all the employees were glued to the TV screens and glared at me if it looked like I had any questions. But for a few hours I felt like the survivor of some hideous pandemic nightmare. Which, after the last 8 years, I suppose we all are. (more…)

I’ve got a bit of a thing for soundtracks. I blame it on the musical ‘Joseph and his ritzy Dreamcoat’. I was taken to see a production of Joseph when I was somewhere around 10 or 11 and for my birthday that year I got the soundtrack and a little personal record player to play it on. It was the perfect way for my parents to make me stay in my bedroom even longer. Soon I would only come downstairs for meals. Until they installed the serving hatch on my bedroom door. (more…)