And sometimes, every now and then, I share the things inside of it with You, encouraging a more thorough knowledge of my personal life. Moved to Tears.
1. My pretty Mommy comes to visit to see Fat Kids. We both wear red. We stand smiling at Ground Zero, ‘neath the man Moved to Tears.
2. Ms. Erin McCarson, a.k.a. I am sort of Tyra banks all the time even when my gut is getting stuffed,gets her gut stuffed just moments before debuting the role of the adorable yet terrifying Cindy in Fat Kids on Fire.
3. The Others. Not those stranded on the island, intentionally, for some comfounding, befuddling reason, I mean – the other Kendeda writer people (the ATL/ Alliance thing) who I am now very happy to know.
Left: Ross Maxwell – NYU MFA (now he’s in LA) who wrote Blind, Bleeding Drugged and Drunk – a pretty delicious parody about Arts Organizations, and their sort of well, blind bias towards ethnic and social minorities. A new AIDS play, in a sense. Ross enjoys wearing jeans with ties, Domino’s pizza, The Wire, Creative Screenwriting Podcasts, and snarky boys.
Right: Josh Tobiassen -MFA from UCA – Sd – um – San Diego, whatever the acronym is. Josh likes shirts with buttons and is really funny. Originially from upstate, he’s got a big improv background that makes his writing really sharp and hillarious. His play Election Day delightfully concerns the panic and hillarity around the day of a mayoral election. Loaded with saucy cat jokes and terrorist plots.
And this one, to me, is cute:
We all know who ‘that’ girl is.
And finally, the whole gang: on left: Winner of competition, Terrell Alvin McCraney (MFA Yale, now pretty much owns the world and everything in it) – Merri Biechler (MFA Ohio U) – the fourth finalist, who wrote this amazing play about taking care of her parents while they were dying in Okalahoma – Confessions of a Reluctant Caregiver. The other (non-me and non- Merri) adorable lookin gal is Celise Kalke, Dramaturg for the Alliance, who got the whole she-bang together – she is amazing. She knows most everything. Behind us, or what we are inside of is the Woodruff Arts Center, which is sort of like a baby Kennedy Center.
