The Piercing Chill of an Alpine November

This November came in hopeful then quickly descended into discouraging. disheartened. Fatigued, vulnerable, and spent. Such were the early days. Days we needed in order to adjust. To remember, to acknowledge. To start to repair. The rest of the month afforded me a few weeks of quiet introspection and observation. I found solace in theContinueContinue reading “The Piercing Chill of an Alpine November”

So Bad It’s Bad

One of my favorite things to consume is film, followed closely by intelligent reviews of film. I grew up watching Siskel and Ebert, and while I have strong memories of agreeing more with Siskel on what to go see, there was something about Ebert that drew me in. He was often unreasonable and frequently arrogant,ContinueContinue reading “So Bad It’s Bad”

Then There Was October

“October is a symphony of permanence and change.” Bonaro W. Overstreet Music, music, more music, theatre, and more theatre. It’s a hard-knock life. I was caught off-guard in the most wonderful way to discover that my favorite keys player was booked for our company party at Sexy Steak in Detroit. Get thee to a JarrodContinueContinue reading “Then There Was October”

Now Reading: A Gentleman in Moscow

“Alexander Rostov was neither scientist nor sage, but at the age of sixty-four he was wise enough to know that life does not proceed by leaps and bounds. It unfolds. At any given moment, it is the manifestation of a thousand transitions. Our faculties wax and wane, our experiences accumulate, and our opinions evolve –ContinueContinue reading “Now Reading: A Gentleman in Moscow”

Remember September

Shout out to all those friends and relatives who appreciate these monthly updates on surrounding myself with beautiful things (here’s to you, Dad – I miss you). A little late, but here’s the highlight reel from last month. My 5th and final theatre project of 2024 – Rosedale Community Players’ One Act Festival. This shotContinueContinue reading “Remember September”

The Last Season

Autumn is a complicated time of year, in my experience. It can be absolutely glorious, without question. It can also be unrelenting, aggressive, and brutal. You never quite know what you’re going to get, and when, with the fall. Even the beauty sneaks up on you — not many trees are changing their colors yet,ContinueContinue reading “The Last Season”

Summer’s Last Stand

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”Sylvia Plath, “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath” Welcome to my next installment of “what’s been going on”. In the words of the great Inigo Montoya, there’s too much. Let me sum up. An afternoon with TomContinueContinue reading “Summer’s Last Stand”