a post about me

tonight is opening night of tu ternura molotov and this morning I was entertaining a chavista reporter describing to him what target is "es como el gual-mar de la petite-burguesa" until the playwright came in and then he (Gustavo as I call him) told me he liked the play last night and I told him that's great considering a playwright usually has to watch his baby destroyed by the director. I told him about my little greek play a few years that AU kids did with the scripts still in their hands, (a chorus row, about the greek chorus fighting in the wings). Then the chavista and the playwright headed off for lunch while I talked to spain on the phone and did research on Garcia Lorca.