The Shape of Things

I was sore for two days after my recent workout. The second day was worse than the first. That shows what kind of shape I'm in. Most of the soreness is gone today--I'll try to go swimming later this afternoon. Tonight, I'm supposed to go Mississippi Pizza in Portland to hear my friend Henry's band play.

A Poor Theater

My niece Nicole and I went to see a play in Portland last night. It was titled A Story that Ends and Begins with a Dream. It was put on by a new theater company known as "The Working Theater Collective" at a venue called "Theater Fucking Huge." The space turned out to be the single-car garage of an older home. It had brick walls and was extended out into the driveway by a steel frame and tarp carport, where the audience sat. There was no heat, but blankets were available and it wasn't cold once the audience assembled. I think the group's use of the space was fantastic. I commend them for having the audacity and creativity to stage their play in a garage. They also used sound effects, music, and lighting very effectively. Kudos! I believe the piece was an original work by a talented writer. However, I can't say that I liked the play as a whole. The story was basically girl likes boy who likes another girl. It didn't dig deep enough into the psyche for my taste. The actors themselves were charming and enthusiastic and there were touching and humorous moments. But I like to see a deeper emotional connection to the material. Still, I like the group's energy, and they were very friendly when I asked to use the bathroom in the house. I will definitely be checking out their future productions.