The JAW Festival is a preparin’, and here I am scrambling to finish all the submissions for things that have deadlines looming before August. I’m at war with some gnarly sciatica, too.
Don’t neglect your core exercises, kids, and always use lumbar support. That shit will come and bite you in the lower back.
The director is this cat: Scott Ebersold, who recently directed this musical. So that’s wicked. The day I first chatted with him, my roommate talked about an upcoming project with Scott’s collaborator, because theatre world is tiny.
Here’s some screenshots of JAW’s website, so I can keep them in my digital memory book:
In the meantime, this anti-gay motherfucker is posting shit about going to Mars, which is messing with my head…
And not just because he used the word “reorient” when referencing making the space program abut humans more than machines, but also because he is making the story of Mars much more present.
Do I factor this into the play?
I’m selfish. I want Mars.
Oh god, and there’s more:
That’s the cray-cray Mike Pence we know and love.