January 10, 2005
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The Daily News
1 Sometimes you could work and work and then find that all your work was for almost nothing.
2 This happened to me last night when I was writing the DN.
3 I was talking about how I had come in on Saturday and gotten into the P.A. office, put on some very beautiful piano music, and then began looking at all the stuff on the walls, and then reminiscing, and even, dare I say, getting a tad sentimental.
4 As my old mate Paul McCartney used to say: "It's allowed..."
5 I was doing the sound show for our upcoming evening of one-acts entitled A Love Letter, when this gorgeous piano music came through the office, sad, sweet, and soulful.
6 I had what you might call, a moment...we all have 'em. EVERYTHING caught up with me, and I must say! Whew.
7 The walls almost began telling the history of the Drama Workshop, and of everything I have ever experienced, and this was all in a half-hour period of time.It overwhelmed me, and I soon found myself going into my bag, and taking pictures of every single thing hanging on the office wall.
8 I then took all the pictures home, and began assembling today's DN with them. I originally had around twenty some pictures of the office, and it was going to be sent out to all the alumni, just so they could see that the old place still pretty-much looks the same.
9 It took all night last night, to wait for each picture to load, to spin around, to take time, and THEN I put it together in a sort of scrapbook form.
10 Unfortunately, it didn't work on the public preview. It made the Xanga site on which the DN appears HUGE, beyond belief. So after about three hours of work, I had to flush it all, and start again.
11 Oh, well!! I was simply trying to let people know that this Friday and Saturday nights, the Drama Workshop presents A Love Letter, and evening of one-act plays, at 8 p.m. I wanted to get across to everyone that on Saturday night, I was alone in the P.A. office, working on a slide show and a sound show, when it all got to me, and all.
12 I guess nobody will ever really know what happened, but it was what they call a sort of catharsis.
13 It was a lovely half-hour...I remembered every Show, and all the laughs and wonder of that office came to me at once, and I felt wonderful. Sometimes, the past is a great place to hang out. I remembered back to nearly every Show ever, every hokey-pokey, every Fair show, and every laugh, cry, and tear ever shed for the Workshop, and it was wonderful.
14 That's it.
15 That all happened, just like I said.
16 Enjoy your day.
17 Peace.
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