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Scores. I've got stacks of them: West Side Story, Godspell, Grease, Oklahoma, Fantastiks, Rent... But I'm not talking about that kind of score. THOSE, I definitely want to keep, and keep well.

The other type of scores tend to stack up as well. Just how many nasty things did that Ms. X say? How many times did Mr. C actually heartlessly lie to my face? Was it fair that this or that was handled in such a way?

Believe it or not, I am sadly capable of maintaining an exhaustive list of all th… Continue

I arrive with plenty of time: 40 minutes before the crowds. I flex my fingers and make my way through the masses of flowers and potted plants all herded in the front of the room. Little cards flag out from the plants calling for recognition and offering thoughts and comments. Admiring the casket, I walk by, checking to see how Ethyl looked lying there in state, so to speak.

Not bad. She's got a fresh perm and it looks like her silver locks have been freshened with the best of dyes. Her cheeks a… Continue

If you've never visited the site, www.improveverywhere.com, I highly recommend it. This is the group of people who brought us national no pants day (in January, New York) and the human mirror along with MP3 experiments. I'm not sure whether these events can be blamed on bored people trying to amuse themselves or people who have never been bored in their lives. I have a video on my page in here. I couldn't figure out how to put it on the regular page (yet). But you might like to look at it. It's… Continue

I'm still trying to pull the fringes of today into a tidy bundle so I can lock up and go home. And then I remember that I have a voice lesson to teach at SEVEN frickin' O Clock in the AM. I mean, come on! This is insane!

On the upside, these are two high school fellows who have a band and want to finesse both singing and screaming. So it's a lot of fun to work with them. But dang. I can't even imagine being dressed in public at that time. Obviously, I'll get it together. I have come to the plac… Continue

Fridays sneak up on me like a high school term paper. There is the tension of meeting deadlines, and the euphoria of having those goals met.


Celebrated across the nation, Fridays arrive in triumph. Folks finish up their work week and slough off the burden of the job like an old skin. So here it is, another Friday, and I am struck with the amount of work I haven't finished! In the meantime, I am supposed to be getting ready for a huge celebration out of town this weekend, but feel as thoug… Continue