Miles O'Malley (Colin Lawrence) and two cult members (Aloura DiGiallonardo and Stephanie Morgan) look at some sea life. Photo by Ariel Ogden
Sea Life, Earthy and Full of Fire
UO cast rides The Highest Tide
by Suzi Steffen
At almost every turn, The Highest Tide surprises and delights its audience. A coming of age tale that resembles The Catcher in the Rye not in the slightest, Tide works the mind and heart with honesty and acknowledgement of life’s salty mix of joy and bitterness.
That’s thanks to book author Jim Lynch, book-to-play adapter Jane Jones of Book-It Repertory Theatre in Seattle and the actors and director of University Theatre’s fine production. Director Bobby Vrtis pulls excellent performances from several of his cast members and keeps the action, even in this told-in-the-past-tense play, moving along.
Like strands of kelp intertwined on the beach, threads and themes braid through the story. Science, religion and belief, desire, loss and love form a potent brew, and the play demands a large, flexible cast — something much more manageable in a university than a professional theater.
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Equals Good Day for Seattle Alt-Weeklies?! Get the scoop from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer (the daily that is up for sale), including tears, Twitters and befuddled cartoonists here.
Is it a sad day or is it a sobering day? Check out Slog for the answer.
(I'd expand on this post, or at least make it readable, if I weren't doing fifteen different things at once and accomplishing none of them...)
About eight years ago camera crews from the Cascadia Media Collective caught protests, logging, police violence, civil unrest and a whole lot of people banding together to try to save the world. The film features footage from the WTO protests to Bush's inauguration, and according to Understory Productions "There will be something in this film to offend and inspire almost anyone."
Watching this film just may remind you that just because Barack Obama's the next president, doesn't mean that there won't be another Bush-like regime down the road someday.
So once you've rested up after your Thanksgiving Tofurkey, head on over to Cozmic Pizza this Sunday at 7:30 to see A Year in the Streets. Free.
I know, I've been a bad bad blogger. So much architecture to write about (Berlin; Tokyo; Iraq; Dresden and more), cover stories to cover, exciting theater to ... er. Well, actually, I've been going out of town a lot, and that means the weekdays are packed with, gasp, print-related tasks.
As loyal readers know, Chuck and I went to Portland and saw Twelfth Night and The Beard of Avon at Portland Center Stage. I loved the second play and wasn't as into the first one. Then I went to Portland the next week and, after spending holiday gift cards at Powell's, popped into the PNCA to see the Joe Sacco show â€” which reminded me of why I'd love to teach a sort of alternative forms of literary journalism class at the UO's Literary Nonfiction Progam, from whence I got a master's degree in 2004. Sacco's Palestine (now available in special edition) and Safe Area Gorazde: The War in Eastern Bosnia 1992-1995 combine journalism and graphic novel skills (or comic skills? There's not a good language for this now â€” illustration skills?) to create moving and fascinating stories.
Then we went to Portland again (!). And I went gallery-hopping in the Pearl, something I've wanted to do when it wasn't a crazed First Thursday event. My faves of the many galleries I hopped through in one morning: Dennis Zaborowshi at the Blackfish Gallery; Thomas Conway at Pulliam Deffenbaugh (where I had a good time talking with gallery owner Rod Pulliam as well); and finally, though I think the art is a bit too easily accessible in some ways, I did like Carolyn Cole at the Butters Gallery as well.
Now we're on Bainbridge Island after a trip through the UW School of Dentistry yesterday â€” a cricle of hell I don't recommend â€” and a long wait for the ferry. Not going to see any theater tonight, sadly; I think people want to see the movie The Savages. Going to recover blogging capacity soon. Still reading Guardian theater blogs and other theater things, still thinking, still reading a lot of books. Reporting on those things to come.
Hey fans, I know you're out there, waiting with baited breath. Hopefully, Molly will liveblog the Oscars tomorrow! Because I know she wants to comment on people's fashion choices ...
1. What crazy ass fools would deny kids health care coverage? Would it shock you if I said the Bushies?
2. Maybe they had health care 14 million years ago. And now we'll be able to see!
3. Ha! Not to insult Prince Hal or anything ... Nice try, people, but we know Bush ain't no Shakespearean hero.
After the 2000 recount, plenty of us hoped - we really had no choice - that Bush would turn out to be Prince Hal in Henry IV, the layabout brat who, on succeeding to his father's throne, finds the maturity to lead. His presidency has indeed turned out to be like Henry V, but in reverse.
4. Health care in Ohio is screwed too, thanks to "the market." The profit motive runs contrary to the best cooperative and Samaritan traditions of medical practice and training.
5. Healthy food Less instantly bad for you food at the Indianapolis State Fair. Oh noes, they has to change the oil more often!
Um, dudes, that's a good thing. However, problem:
And if this meant they could indulge without guilt or have one more helping, so much the better.
No, see, the one more helping thing? You're missing the point.
6. OMG, the West Coast is so ... far ... away ... from East Coast newspapers, that is.
7. But not as far as Iowa, apparently. Not that the farmers help that myth, either.
9. More disaster and a slow response: Peru needs help.
10. Kids these days! It's the annual Beloit list about entering first-year students, and it's a bit confusing:
62. They have no idea who Rusty Jones was or why he said â€œgoodbye to rusty cars.â€
Me neither, dudes.
BONUS: The Remains of the Day Lily
That just hurts. Ouch. Stop it!