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Moon/Saloon: a play in nine innings

"Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game, and do it first by watching some high school or small town teams."

-- Jaques Barzun, God's Country and Mine    

A play I did

Through Axiom, I met a colorful denizen of the East Villiage, a man by the name of David Watkins. He heckled some of my stuff at the Axiom Holiday Party back in December '01, but then Julia shut him up. Later on, he invited Her, Jeremy and myself to be in his play. I though, "what the hell, I'll give it a read."

Captain Lon Laird
Jeremy as Capt. Lon Laird, the square one. We got the jumpsuits at Canal Jeans, added some flags and wings and little-league patches. They're now our official "rockin' suits."

The script was interesting. It's a surreal science fiction comedy about people in the future on the moon who listen to baseball on the radio to alleviate boredom and people in the present day who don't have it so good. I think the overriding theme is the importance of overcoming the fear and uglyness in the world and seeing the simple beauty all around you. There's also lots of shamelessly irresponsible liberalism... so I kind of dug it, and I thought it would be a fun way to meet some people of another generation.

The show itself was a total fiasco. Watkins simply doesn't have his shit together, which is sad because he's a smart guy. I stayed up all night with him a week before we opened doing cocaine, and I got a glimpse into the inner workings of his mind. It's what got me started thinking about how intelligence can be a highly frustrating and self-defeating attribure.

Anyway, we had performances dispite needing more and better rehearsals, lost a bunch of money, but had a pretty good time doing it. I met some really great people (Ronnie, Nick, Kelsey, Jennifer) and got to act with Julia for the first time. I got to stay up late painting the set with Sam. I got a cool jumpsuit out of the deal. I had something to do in the evenings for a couple months. It's art. It's my calling. Even when it's a complete clusterfuck I still love it.

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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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