Quiet

It's awful quiet out there on the blog-o-sphere. My reading of the situation is that we're in kind of a transition time with some shows closing and others heating up in rehearsals. Or maybe no one (including Mary and I) has much interesting to say. One thing might be that we're on the eve of Spring Break season -- this has kept my family hopping lately, that's for sure.

Last night, as I was trying to make some semblence of sense out of the 52 different strands of ideas related to my mid-term paper for grad school, my lovely and talented wife gave me a wonderfully entertaining gift. It's a book called "Not Quite What I Was Planning" and it assembles the 6-word memoirs of people both famous and not so famous. That's right -- entire lives summed up in 6 words. It's awesome. My mid-term paper became a distant memory as I instantly began devouring this book. Some of the submissions were deep: "Born in the desert, still thirsty." says one. Some are simply profound: "When she proposed, I said yes." Others are both hilarious and poignant at the same time: "Macular degeneration: didn't see that coming."

If you see the book, I'd heartily recommend picking it up. I of course have been ruminating over an appropriate 6-word autobiography. And lo and behold it came to me while shaving this morning:

"Never reached potential, settled for happiness."

To make this post vaguely theater-related, I've added a link over to the left there to the website of a great actress who also happens to be a great writer, Irene Ziegler.