
This is our final weekend of performances in the Marjorie S. Deane Little Theater. We received a very nice little item about "Literally Alive's" production of The Ugly Duckling.
Am I crazy?
Tennessee Williams lived and worked here. He rehearsed some of his most famous plays here. Monday, March 6th, The Writer’s Voice at the West Side Y and CultureCatch.com offer a reading/performance celebrating “…Now and Then and Then and Now…” It doesn't have much to do with Tennessee – except his spirit. Featuring a solo performance by internationally recognized jazz pianist Matthew Shipp, and a poem by Steve Holtje, a story by James Braly, a tale by Laren Stover, another poem by Steve Dalachinsky w/Matthew Shipp, a rant from Therese Plummer, and a missive by Ken Krimstein; all from the Writer’s Voice and CultureCatch.com. This is free, limited seating.



A family of Red-tailed Hawks had a nest of chicks on the roof of a nursing home in Harlem. One of the juveniles has stuck around, perching on an aerial at West 132nd Street and Frederick Douglass Blvd. The rat and mouse hunting is probably pretty good right now with so many houses under construction. I haven't used my binoculars yet nor have I gottena photo. But, I see him pretty regularly on the aerial.
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I'm trying out Mozilla Thunderbird as my email application. It doesn't
seem to have the same response rate as Outlook. The posts don't show as
"sent" and then they pile up. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Sean





We’re selling a buffet on craigslist. Now that the curtains are done, the buffet no longer fits. Check out the piece here http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/fur/117485013.html. NYC locals only. I can’t arrange shipping right now.
I think these tapes were made in 1973 or earlier.
My father’s mother, who we called Nanny, was quite a storyteller. She loved telling Bible stories and family history full of blood and guts. As a child, I was terrified of her stories. My mother would have to calm me down after visiting Nanny because I’d been subjected to Civil War stories of amputated gangrenous feet and Jesus on the cross bleeding water from open spear wounds. After some time my mother asked Nanny to refrain. But she would have none of it.
She did however, record at least three audio cassettes of her oral history. My brother Justin recently digitized them and I’ve been listening on my iPod.
They are fascinating.
It’s like she’s right here telling tales again.
I’ve cultivated a darker sense of humor since I was 3 years old. So, now I listen with rapt attention. The gangrene still freaks me out a little. But, what a treasure to have this history.
