Just As I Thought

Portrait of the Artist

Ah, that day when my friends Sara and Lance and I went to the Hirshhorn gallery to see the Laurie Anderson exhibit, and turned around to discover that we were being followed by… Laurie Anderson.

He’ll rebuild it. But you can’t afford it.

I swear, with this president it’s one step forward and many large leaps back. Yesterday’s assertion that New Orleans would be rebuilt in one of the nation’s largest ever reconstructon projects had me  [more...]

On the Board

Live from the Red Carpet

Everything’s in place, the theatre, party venue, and filmmaker lounge is ready, and I’m getting ready to wash the grime off and get duded up for the big opening party and then the big sold-out premiere night  [more...]

Just like life. Only twice as exhausting.

Sometimes people put big “buy tickets now!” exhortations on their websites and ads just to create a sense of excitement. I’m guilty of that myself. But now that DC Shorts is only hours away, the  [more...]

You can’t go home again

Yesterday I went to my old office and attended a staff meeting like nothing had changed — like I hadn’t been in the office lately because I now have an incredibly long commute. It wasn’t really odd  [more...]

Home, schitzo home

As the plane flew low over the city, I started to get choked up and homesick — I looked down on the city I’d lived in all my life, and wished I was still living in my little house down there in Arlington  [more...]

Sleepless obsessions

As I lay awake tonight waiting for the appointed hour to get up and head for the airport, telephones swam through my gauzy brain. Two questions to ponder while I am flying cross country: First, remember way back when  [more...]