Somehow graffiti doesn’t bother me as much when it’s optimistic, empowering and correctly spelled… And this struck me as particularly nice this morning, as Arlo and I were walking through Riverside Park, discussing his first day at nursery school… Lots of potential indeed.
Arlo and I were walking around the elevated path that runs along the edge of Frog Island Park this evening, looking down toward the river, and talking about fish, when we noticed a young woman sleeping in a hammock that she’d tied up between two trees, just a few feet off the water. It looked [...]
One day earlier this winter, as I was making my way around town, pushing my sleeping son in his stroller, I decided to turn down Washington Street and see if I could find Naia Venturi, the owner of Ypsilanti’s Dreamland Theater. Fortunately, she heard me knocking on the door, and came out from behind the [...]
Posted in Art and Culture, Uncategorized, Ypsilanti | Also tagged A Christmas Tale, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, A.K.A. Jimmy Picard, Aimee Adams, Andrew Bruce Mitchell III, Arnaud Desplechin, ass, Benicio Del Toro, Blackfoot Nation, Butoh, Carla Harryman, Catherine Taylor, Dina Goldman, Dreamland Theater, Dreamland Tonight, Elya Baskin, Film, France, George Devereux, independent film, Jamie Klenk, Jimmy Picard, Judith Goldman, Justin Lang, Katrina Whalen, knees, marionettes, Mathieu Amalric, mental illness, Michigan film incentives, Milwaukee, Monroe, Muriel Rukeyser, Naia Venturi, native american, post traumatic stress disorder, psychology, PTSD, Puck, puppet knees, puppets, Reality and Dream: Psychotherapy of a Plains Indian, sloppy puppeteering, Tyrone Williams, Unabomber, WWII | In spite of what I may have told you, I didn’t just fly into San Antonio a few days ago to piss on the Alamo, and then immediately return home. As much as I like the idea of zipping into a city, pissing all over their most sacred public artifact, and then zipping right back [...]
Posted in Mark's Life | Also tagged 1863, 1919, abandonment, Abraham Lincoln, Alamo, Alex Rattray, barbecue, Blue Star Arts Complex, Blue Star Contemporary Art Museum, cocktails, coonskin caps, FDR, fertility, Gary Sweeney, Gillian Fassel, goat gland, goat testicles, goats, Great Depression, Greg Hischak, infertility, Jennifer Albaum, John R. Brinkley, Lindsay Martin, Linette, Meat Loaf, morphine, musicals, Ozzy, Pee Wee Herman, pissing on things, plays, quackery, R. Kelly, Roads Courageous, San Antonio, San Pedro Playhouse, Santa Anna, slavery, sloppy joes, snake oil, speakeasy, testicles, Texas, The Granary ‘Cue & Brew, theater, Tim Rattray, Trapped in the Closet, travel, travel tips, William Barret Travis, Wolfman Jack | By Mark | January 23, 2013 Clementine said this to her one year old brother yesterday, as he was struggling to get away from me mid-diaper change. And, yes, that’s the secret to success in life… You have to know how to lay still, on a couch. If you can do that, good things will come to you. [Previous editions of [...]
