The Daily News

1  I missed Honors’ Night last night. I don’t usually, but around 4:00 yesterday afternoon I began to get shakily sick, and went home. I was in bed really early last night.

2  Looking over my activities for the past week, I can see instantly why. Since last Friday night I have simply not stopped. I think a lot finally caught me, and I got home and just collapsed on the couch.

3  So congrats to all the Seniors who deserved that evening. I wish I had been there for you, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I was there totally in spirit.

4  Tomorrow night at 7 p.m. the Pigeon Players bring their second annual Silent Auction and Short Film Festival to the Theatre for a mere $5. This is a really fun night, and the films are artistic and wonderful, so bring a bunch of friends and come on down. It’s something different, and I think you will really have a blast!

5  Okay so it’s like five a.m. as I write, and Xanga began messing with my font sizes. I was writing that last paragraph, and the letters suddenly began shrinking, right before my very eyes. It is as when a super hero begins losing his powers, or Cinderella begins approaching midnight, or something like that.

6  It’s pretty early, yo.

7  I have a ton more about which to write <huh!> but I put a lot down here yesterday, and sometimes brevity is the soul of wit.

8  Plus, I don’t particulary want to deal with font sizes spookily morphing and haunting me at this early hour. I could certainly use another hour of sleep, given my collapse yesterday. So I think I’ll listen to my own mind when it tells me to bow out gracefully.

9  Enjoy your weekend, and go to the Festival!

10  Peace, y’all!

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Congrats, Fantasia!!!

Justice is served!

1   Wow. Looking back, it would appear that the Daily News is becoming just that: the DAILY News. For a while there, it was turning into the Every-Now-and-Again News, or the Rarely Written News. It’s pretty nice to be back at it, working what’s left of my brain with pinpoint accuracy. Even if there is not too much to say, it is fun getting back into journalistic shape. Keeps one sharp!

2  It isn’t always easy. Sometimes I don’t have all my information at hand, and I have to work out of my head, which seems to be a lot like backstage, which seems to be like my trunk, which seems to be like my glove box, which seems to look like my garage: it seems that because I have been virtually owned by the school this year, that I simply haven’t had time to organize and clean ANYTHING for around six months now.

3  So the almost mixed-metaphors work famously. My mind seems strewn with randomness, thought-litter from a year of involvement, confusion, frustration, absolute sadness, and absolute bliss. I look about, and there are random bits and pieces of the year scattered throughout my mind, and now that I am free to visit, I almost don’t know where to begin, and in some cases, I really don’t want to look.

4  As I jumped on this piece at 1 a.m., I took a look at my public display of the DN. Right now I’m in a corner of the house on a computer I’m not ordinarily on, and I almost fell over when I saw that my words had jumped all over the page on here. Evidently, this computer can’t handle my spacing, and throws words every which way, some sort of literary cage-wrestler that has gone on a rampage, with words landing all over the place.

5  I instantly jumped over to my other site, El_Directore, and all was well and peaceful, undisturbed. The words seemed behaved. Back over here, all looked embarrassingly ridiculous, like I had lost a grudge match against Mr. Chau.

6  I decided just to write freestyle, moving the cursor all the way to the end, and not attempting anything fancy, especially given the hour.

7  Midway through, it occurred to me that Xanga erases entire pieces, just…poof!  I tested this page, and all went well, although, for whatever reason, this computer refuses to copy or to cut. So it’s a crap shoot. But it seems to have behaved, although this keyboard has a tendency to skip an occasional letter. Although I maintain a vigilant eye, I imagine some letter will drop out slyly, and remain all missing all day long. 

8  Well, let’s throw in a plug for the Pigeon Players’ Silent Auction and Short Film Festival coming up on Saturday night at 7, shall we? Saturday night at 7 p.m., the Pigeon Players bring their second annual Silent Auction and Short Film Festival to our Theatre. Included in the $5.00 price will be a Silent Auction, in which you could bid against other auctionees <is that what they are called?> for prizes donated by merchants in the community, and later, you can enjoy a lot of wonderful short films, some of which played at the recent Cinequest festival in downtown San Jose. The evening will probably run ’til about 9, and the donations go to the Pigeon Players for future events. It should be a great and entertaining night in our very own Theatre.

9  Okay, so I have wrestled with putting this piece out for almost fifty minutes. The witching hour has long since passed, so I believe it’s time for me to climb back into my coffin and await the annual end-of-the-year deathwatch. Always in May. Everyone seems to become the walking dead, wandering around, going through the motions, awaiting the last day, and the slow march of the Seniors to graduation. The ritual repeats every year; the teachers get frustrated; the students just want it over, and we put our shoes on and continue the walk.

10  With that, I withdraw to my chambers.

11  Good night, or good morrow…

12  Peace be with you.

The Daily News

1   Wow, what an emotional night last night! To most
      of you, a Spring Concert just happens every
      Spring, like baseball and happy hearts. Well, to
      an Old Brown Shoe who has watched the Per-
      forming Arts literally re-define itself, I loved 
      nearly everything about last night’s concert.

2    I sat and watched the Band and Choir struggle
      to hang on in 2001. It was an agonizing struggle,
      and I would often look to happier days just to
      cope. Never mind about orchestra or jazz band,
      just keeping any sort of music around here was
      an enormous struggle. I did everything in my
      power to keep the candle lit, but it was fierce
      winds, and it all took its toll.

3    Then came Heidi Hooper, and the world changed
      around here. Birds started singing; crickets
      started chirping, and the world began coming
      alive again.

4    Last night the the Spring Concert had moments
      that reminded me of the good days, and there
      were moments with the Choir and Band that
      gave a tremendous peek at what we have here,
      and a good indication of where we might be 
      headed, and it all looks GOOD!

5   The Performing Arts department has held toget-
     her through an almost perfect storm, and has
     safely made it back to harbor. I’m not even
     convinced that the analogy holds any water, but
     somehow, we are home once more, and ready to
     celebrate, perhaps with a banner year next year.

6   Thanks for everything, Ms. Hooper!  Too bad a lot
     of the kids can’t put this in perspective, but to me,
     I was moved last night, and I think Mr. Moser and
     Ms. Robledo were equally as moved. We saw the
     obvious progress, and all envisioned where this is
     all headed, and it all looks like full speed ahead!

7   We really need to begin training audiences how to
     behave. This is a huge task. Simple common court-
     esies such as staying seated while people are
     performing, not shouting <it’s not a football
     game!>, and realizing that these performers have
     worked months on their material and need
     class and support are simple rules of audience
     manners. Talking on cell phones during a perform-
     ance, and even performers themselves running on
     and off stage are areas in need of improvement.

8   These things take time. Students are used to going
      to rallies, football games, and movies, and aren’t
      yet schooled in the intricacies of rehearsed live
      performances, which require appreciation and
      encouragement.

9   Meanwhile, last night was certainly a move in the
     right direction. We were able to put the rest of the
     world away for a short little while, and just enjoy
     the wonders of our small Theatre over on this
     tiny edge of the planet, safe, and home.

10  We are very lucky that we have this place, and
      that we can still look forward to even more.

11  Speaking of which, the Pigeon Players’ Silent 
      Auction and Short Film Festival goes up this
      Saturday night, beginning at 7 p.m. Tickets are
      only $5, so come on out and enjoy an evening
      of fun.

12  That’s it for today. Have a good one, everyone.
       It won’t be long now…

13   Bye.

The Daily News

1   I was looking forward to hearing all that Bush had
     had to say last night, but evidently his speech was
     broadcast on cable stations only.

2   From what I have heard, I didn’t miss much.

3  I just wanted to see how his war was going.

4   Let’s see. I’ve been listening to the news all
     morning, and doesn’t seem to be much out
     there. The war drones on; Michael Jackson hires
     yet another lawyer; a couple of cops get in trouble
     for making a porn flick, and the Bay Area morning
     approaches are moving slowly.

5   All systems go.

6   Tonight the Y.B. Music Department brings the
     Spring Concert into the Theatre at 7:30. Be sure
     to get out and watch our award-winning Band,
     Choir, Orchestra, and tonight a very special
     performance by our Jazz Band!! The concert is
     FREE, so bring a friend or two.

7   Have you heard those commercials for Jag-you-
     ahhh? Okay, so this is random, but why do they
     keep changing the pronunciation of things? It
     began a few years back, when Hay-lee’s comet
     became Hal Lee’s comet. My entire life it was
     pronounced Hay-lee, and now it sounds like some
     corpulent neighbor. To me, it’ll always be pro-
     nounced Hay-lee, and I don’t even care how the
     real Halley prounounced it.

8   So SOMEONE needs to tell me when the Jag
     wahr became the Jag-you-ahh. My entire life
     the word has been pronounced jag-wahr, and
     suddenly, some snooty butler d00d voice-overs
     a commercial, and changes it to ”Jag-you-ahh”.

9   Huh?

10 It’s almost like the guy is saying, “If you pro-
     nounce it ‘jag-wahr’, you can’t afford it.”
    Well, la-di-da.
 

11  I hate prissy butler dudes. Wanna hit ‘em.

12  I envision the guy announcing a breaking news
      story: “And in Palo Ahlto today, members of
      PETE-AH preh-eh-otested the police-shooting of
      a jag-you-ahh that was running loose near a
      grammuh school.”

13  Puh-leeze.

14  Because of that, I’m NOT going to buy one.

15  That settles that.

16  Have a great TEE-YOUZ-DAY.

17  Peace.

The Daily News

1   Okay, so I spent the entire morning writing this
     DN about the long weekend, submitted it, and
     got this sign that said Service Unavailable, which
     means, in essence, that I had spent around 45
     minutes writing nothing.

2   Xanga hasn’t stung me too much, because I
     usually save as I go, but for some reason, I just
     didn’t.

3   I guess it’s just one of those mornings. It began
     with me trying to move my Senior Ball pictures
     to CD-R’s. For whatever reason, my computer
     just said, “No!” Sometimes it just doesn’t read
     that there’s anything in the drive, and this
     morning was one of those mornings.

4   Oh, well. Not much I can do, I guess. Usually if
     I come back later, it behaves.

5   Anyway, I wanted to congratulate the Senior Class
     for an amazing Senior Ball Friday night at the
     Capital Club in downtown San Jose. Everyone
     looked beautiful, and it seemed that the flow of
     people arriving was endless. I left after 10:15 and
     people were still pulling up. It was truly a dazzling
     night, and I hope everyone had a memorable
     evening.

6   After I left, I did a little phone tag, and then met
     my daughter Caitlin at this place in the Pruneyard,
     where we celebrated her 21st birthday! It was 
     fun. There was a live band who played all these
     corny eighties songs, so we sang along. I thought
     I was Flock of Seagulls, I swear.

7   And THEN we went home, slept, and then began
     preparing for her birtday party, which was on
     Saturday night! My prom mentality took over, so
     I did it all: I made fruit platters, cooked, got a
     cake, balloons, decorations, and by 9 p.m. the
     place looked beautiful, and before I knew it,
     another party was under way!

8   Sunday morning the place looked like the last act
     of Hamlet: there were dead bodies slumbering
     in every nook and cranny of the house. My wife
     and I had gone out Saturday night, and when we
     got in, we sort of tip-toed through a battlefield of
     sleeping collegiates. The sink was stacked with
     dishes, and there were soda bottles and the small
     remains of a chocolate cake all over the house.

9   I made a fat pot of pasole, and then floated in the
     pool for a few hours, had dinner, and was in bed
     at like 7:30!! It’s amazing how exhausting fun can
     be!

10 This morning it seemed that the Senior Ball was
     a thousand years ago.

11  Well, don’t forget that tomorrow night at 7:30,
      the YB Music Department presents the Spring
      Concert at 7:30 p.m. Come out and see the
      award-winning Band and Choir, as well as the
      Orchestra, and yes, we are proud to feature 
      the Jazz Band!!!

12  That’s about it for today. This is the second
      time I have written all this, so I think I’ll sign off.

13  Enjoy your day, everyone!

The Daily News

1   Last night I was watching some channel or other
     on Teevee, when I looked at the screen and saw
     Seinfeld and a cartoon Superman doing this little
     scene. At first I thought it was just an old episode
     of Seinfeld, but it went on forever, and THEN it
     revealed its secret identity: it was simply an ad for
     American Express.

2    I actually enjoyed the entire thing, mainly because
     I always enjoyed comic books. I was a tad dis-
     turbed that a commercial lasted over five minutes,
     but it really did entertain.

3   Another part of me concerns itself with precedent.
     Five-minute commercials starring Seinfeld and a 
     cartoon of Superman seems to work wonderfully,
     but what happens when this lands in the hands of
     lesser skilled and more feeble directors? Chances
     ride high that we will be inundated with major
     mediocrity, probably beginning with a bunch of
     patriotic drivel, and even worse, MAYBE even
     Richard Simmons: Unleashed!

4   The Drama Workshop sells helmets and low-
      priced McChickens for those of you out there
      who simply don’t want to have to witness such
      deranged poly-nonsense, and need to escape into
      hot chicken and mayo.

5   Senior Ball goes up TONIGHT at the Capital
     Club. We wish the Seniors a wonderfully beautiful
     night. There’s something really special about
     nights like tonight; the Seniors dress in their finest
     and have a grand party. Bring lots of cameras and
     take lots of pictures, Seniors. Tonight is yours.

6   Incredibly, my officers have been busy ever since
     their own Prom hunting down a venue for NEXT
     year! Yesterday the San Jose Convention Center
     wined and dined several schools’ Junior Class
     officers, setting up a huge and beautiful banquet
     for us after school yesterday. They had the whole
     thing: balloon arcs, linens, centerpieces, and a
     beautiful spread of food, complete with the chef
     their to answer any questions. Well, they didn’t
     REALLY wine us, but we sure dined!

7  So it’s Prom season, and tonight is the big night for
    the Seniors.

8  Special.

9  Clear your calendars next Tuesday night when the
    Yerba Buena Music Department brings us the
    Spring Concert, featuring Band, Choir, and,
    for the first time in a long while, Jazz Band! It
    begins at 7:30, and is free of charge. Come on out
    and support these fine musicians.

10 And the last item for today: I want to wish a great
     big Happy Birthday to baby Caitlin Harrington,
     who turns 21 tomorrow!! Fancy that!

11 Have a great weekend, and a great Senior Ball
     tonight!

12  Peace.

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1   So…Tony Randall walks into a bar…

2   Those hip to the DN instantly know the meaning of
     walking into a bar. Those new to the DN instantly
     say, “Huh?” Those writing the DN instantly say,
     “Who the Hell is Tony Randall?”

3   Just…don’t get old.

4   So…the Sharks…

5   M’bad.

6   It would appear that the Santa Clara County
     supervisors approved the construction of a music
     hall at the fairgrounds. This took place a couple of
     days ago. The vote was unanimous, 5-0. At a
     glance, this sounds awesome.  We’ll have another
     place for concerts and awesome events, not to 
     mention parking galore.

7   Personally, I have a bit of a problem with it. Don’t
     get me wrong; I LOVE the idea of another big
     place in town to bring in concerts and shows. It’s
     just location and association that troubles me. The
     fairgrounds has its own schtick: it is the home of
     doll shows, gun shows, horse circuses, and the
     county fair. Vietnamese New Years is now a
     tradition there. It has always been a sort of genteel
     place; if you’ve absolutely nothing to do, you cruise
     past the fairgrounds to see if there is any action.

8   Generally, the fairgrounds is sort of like the last
     person you call to chill with when you are
     completely out of people and things to do. It just
     has that sort of connotation associated with it.

9   Don’t get me wrong; the fairgrounds isn’t without
     its charm. Everyone probably has some memory
     of riding the swing ride, or of chomping down a
     teriyaki stick. Maybe you witnessed your first
     six-ton pig at the fairgrounds. Life’s good.

10  But a concert hall?  U2 playing at the pigsty? It
      just doesn’t work, for whatever reason. I can’t
      help feeling that a downtown location would have
      worked a lot better.

11  Downtown is cool, at night, but a simple walk
      in the daylight would show that it is shamefully
      lacking in basic hipness. It’s almost as though
      downtown in the daylight is embarrassed of
      itself, as when you first wake up and look
      like the pale beast you really are. You need the
      lighting and makeup to put your best side out
      there to the public, or all turns grim pretty
      quickly. Deep down, we know that we are all
      horrible looking beasts.  

12  Downtown needs a lot more than just fountains
      and the Fairmont. It looks great; it has charm,
      but it also needs all the help it can get. A music
      hall downtown would have been a step in the
      right direction.

13  But I guess the music hall will now be out to
      pasture on Senter Road.

14  There’s an old saying:” A camel is a horse created
      by a committee.”

15  I can’t help feeling that we have a brand new
      camel on the horizon.

16  Well, I guess I’ll be singing a different tune
      when Blink and Fifty Cent fill the joint in two
      years, but until then, I think I’ll cruise past the
      place waiting patiently for the doll show.

17  Peace.

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1   There’s always hope for us Old Brown Shoes.
      Last night, forty-year old Arizona Diamondback
      hurler Randy Johnson pitched a perfect game
      against the Atlanta Braves, defeating the Braves
      2-0. Johnson struck out thirteen on the road to
      this masterpiece. This overshadowed a beautiful
      one-hit performance by the Giants’ Jason
      Schmidt. It’s Spring, and baseball somehow
      always transcends its own world. To the layman,
      a perfect game means nobody even reached first
      base in nine innings of play. Amazing, especially
      at forty. Johnson received a standing ovation
      from the Atlanta fans.

2   Hope y’all are enjoying the new DN. It’s sort of 
     weird writing this, because the DN always existed
     without all this pomp.

3   But it’s all good.

4   Well now. It might be of interest to anyone who 
     is in touch with the history of the Performing Arts
     Department at YB that our very own Guiselle
     Nunez, a wonderful alumna, who not only went to 
     Santa Clara University, but served as President
     of SCU, is now engaged to Mayor Ron Gonzales. I
     had the pleasure of dining with them at Joe’s a
     few years back, and they were both charming,
     intelligent, and clearly in love. I’m proud of
     Guiselle, and wish the both of them the very best
     that life could offer.  Life moves on.

5   Hey!!! Speaking of Band and Choir (How’s 
     THAT for a segue?), next Tuesday is a night for
      all of us to remember. On Tuesday next, the
      Band and Choir bring their Spring Concert to
      the YB community. If you don’t know, both
      Band and Choir won awards two weeks ago in
      a show in Vallejo; embarrassingly, it wasn’t
      reported here due to online frustrations.

6    Time to celebrate, kids!

7    The end of the school year is beginning to be an
      awesome time for everyone! Wow! We have the
      Spring Concert on Tuesday, the Senior Ball
      Friday night, the Pigeon Players Silent Auction
      and Film Festival on Saturday, May 29, 7 p.m.,
      the Banquet June 3, 5 p.m. in the Theatre, and
      excitement everywhere about next year’s events!!
      I’m sure I’m leaving something out, but you get
      the overall idea. Here is the Pigeon Players’ link:

http://www.pigeonplayers.org

       Last year’s Silent Auction and Film Festival was
       well received. Don’t miss this one!

8    It’s way spirited and exciting, because generally, 
      this time of year becomes somewhat of a drain.
      Not the case! This place will rock ’til we can no
      longer rock this year.

9    It’s nice to be able to look forward to things this
      late in the school year. I’m usually to the point
      now that I want to crash through a wall and
      and run screaming, trailed by a cloud of cartoon
      dust.

10  But this is all moving just right.

11  ‘Til the next time…

12   Peace.

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1   Okay, so this will be tougher than I imagined.

2   I got home, filled to the brim with wild ramblings,
     only to find my computer smothered by young
     collegiates desperately hitting deadlines. And trust
     me, when young collegiates have deadlines, you
     either stand down, or you get a look that will turn
     you to stone.

3   I decided to watch the Sharks. Now here’s 
     something you need to know about me: I can
     jinx just about any sports team simply by tuning
     in and rooting. The past two games, I just listen-
     ed marginally. Last night, with utterly nothing
     else to do, I popped on the Sharks’ game. At
     first it worked beautifully; the lights flew every-
     where; the smoke shot out of that huge Shark’s
     mouth; the team took to the ice like the champions
     they are, and within seconds, the game was under
     way.

4   It took about four minutes before Calgary scored
     two early goals, and my Catholic self told me just
     to close my eyes, sleep, and say about six-hundred
     Hail Mary’s for jinxing San Jose’s own.

5  So I did, drifted off without a dream (testing
    students incessantly eventually takes its toll!)
    and finally awoke like twenty minutes ago, at
    2 a.m. The Sharks had long since lost, due I’m
    quite convinced, because of me, and the collegiates
    had finished, and were into a deep, collegiate
    slumber.

6  I would probably still be asleep, and without a DN
    had my Nazi dog not barked loudly, a nightly 
    ritual that translates loosely to this: “Let me out,
    NOW, you fat lug, or I vill leave a perfect circle
    of pee on the rug!!” If I ignore this command, 
    a second and final warning shot fires into my
    frabjous mind, and it’s do or die.

7  Good thing, I imagine. The dog went out, and I 
    made it to the computer, which took around 18
    minutes to spin around and load.

8  But here I am, hitting a deadline sure to reach the
    tainted masses out there searching for Truth.

9  So there you have it. I will now listen to some
    underground radio, do a little CIA work, check
    the floor for dryness, and then couch myself so
    I will be rested enough to handle watching students
    strain and stress over number-two pencils and 
    GO TO NEXT PAGE commands from fierce tests
    that have become a part of their yearly ritual. You
    know, the more things change, the more they stay
    the same. I had to suffer the absurdity of testing
    when I was a wee lad, and the same exact font
    commanded me to GO TO THE NEXT page as
    well. I imagine it’s the American way.

10 To this minute, I’m not so sure I understand what
      testing is all about, but you can bet there are
      pretty serious people doing piles of research in-
      dicating a need for this stuff. How did Jesus get
      all His teaching out there just using kindess and
      good lessons and all? He never issued a number
      two pencil in his life, and people managed to
      learn. I’ll bet not one disciple ever asked Him for
      a hall pass.

11  It sure makes one think, doesn’t it?

12  Education, I swear.

13  Well, I’d better get off to sleep while I still can.

14 The dog, after all, just retired, the collegiates have
      been adequately radicalized, and I think I am
      finally free to sleep.

12  Good night.

13  And good day.

14  Peace.

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1   Block schedules. Yeesh.

2   Someone’s idea of torture, to be sure. I realize that
     there is some sort of research that makes it a good
     thing, but my experience suggests that it is a torture
     chamber for people who did horrendous things in
     their previous lives.

3   But that’s just me.

4    Well, Senior Ball comes up this week. What a wonderfully
      amazing time for the Seniors. Only Seniors understand what
      is happening to them right now. It is a crazy, upsetting,
      exciting, and emotional time for them. The Senior Ball is a
      night that they can all come together and look beautiful. 
      Four years is a short time, yet a lot happens in that strange 
      window known as high school. And only Seniors fully 
      understand this. 

5   Do you lose track of time as easily as do I this time of the
     year? I remember in my own Senior year getting smashed by
     this gorilla guy in P.E. and losing my memory, just about a 
     weekbefore graduation. We were both going for a soccer
     ball when BLAMM0!! I was flat on my back, the hot sun 
     blazing over me in a scene of out-of-breath, bizarre
     madness. People asked me what year it was, and I
     had no idea!  I had the wind knocked out of me, and suffered
     this very strange amnesia.

6   I’d tell you more, but I forgot. I just remember it was hot,
     weird, and I was a Senior to boot.

7   We are amid the living dead nowadays.

8   Well, I finally have the season for American Musical Theatre
     of San Jose. They are doing Peter Pan (featuring Cathy   
     Rigby),Nick Jr.’s Dora the Explorer, Rent, The Producers,
     Cats, A Chorus Line, Chicago, and Jekyll & Hyde, The
     Musical. What an amazing season!  Most of these are
     touring shows, which means that AMTSJ is not actually using
     in-house people, and which also means a lot of local talent
     won’t be used. Some people refuse to go to their shows, but
     unfortunately, that seems to be the way of the world these
     days.

9   I am presently looking to getting student series packages,
     which, if it works, would mean an amazing savings if you
     purchase an entire package. I’ll keep you updated, but you
     may be able to see as many as four or five of these shows for
     as low as $7.00 each! Stay tuned. Meanwhile, here’s 
    AMTSJ’s link:

http://www.amtsj.org

10   That link will give you the dates, prices, and other fun info
      about AMTSJ.

11  If we do a musical, we will probably be judged by
      professionals from AMTSJ. What an amazing season!
      As I said, some people are put off by their “selling out”
      to the touring companies, but that really is a sign of the
      times.

12  Meanwhile, the San Jose Rep puts up Theresa Rebecks’s
      Bad Dates, May 8-June 6, 2004. The Rep is AWESME,
      and you can get tickets for as low as $18 each, which is
      really a good deal. It’s a good idea to get the cheapest
      seats at the Rep, because there is not a bad seat in the
      house.

13  Kudos to Cambridge, and to Massachusetts for being the
      first state to allow same sex marriage. Did it really take
      until May of 2004 to finally reach this decision? Oy.

14  Lotta news, lotta news.

15  That’s it for today, folks.

16  Peace.

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