You might have noticed a(nother) lull in the blogging action — while facebook is FULL of status updates (such as “Back… Is it possible to gain 5 pounds on a 9 hour car trip eating an entire box Wheat Thins and a jar of honey roasted peanuts?” or “Oil changed: Check. “Born Guilty Cycle” cut? Not quite enough (13 pages), but enough for this pass. Onto what’s next!” or “Who wants to co-author a play about Elie Wiesel and Deb Margolin? Here’s an offer”), the blog suffers — poor blog — this on the heels of today’s NY Times Week in Review cover piece on the rapidly shifting tech regimens we work ourselves into and out of; to wit…
College freshman don’t wear watches — cellphones are their timepieces — and seldom use e-mail. Instead of e-mail, young people prefer to communicate through social networks, or instant-messaging or cellphone text messages, to which their friends are more likely to reply quickly. Americans are talking less on their cellphones. When they do talk, the conversations are shorter, according to industry data.
So we’re keeping in touch, but differently, and maybe saying less than we said a year ago. And maybe there are a myriad reasons for it. Which we can come back to. But something’s missed in the process of chronicling the happenings; and even contemplating the meanings and the possibilities. After a weekend of writing and reading on Cape Cod for personal R & R with the family while the cast of SOMETHING YOU DID put in a good 38 hours of work for the week, I’m left ruing the under/writing, wondering why we’re communicating less with each other, having enjoyed that process of re-connection, writing to the self about what’s most important. It seems that kind of expression is called for in the coming play; one that invites a fascinating prismatic take on an individual activist/accomplice to murder and the time–the 60s–that spawned her.
Listening to the bloviations of FOX TV this morning bring to mind the fierce social criticism–and personal criticism directed at SOMETHING YOU DID’s protagonist–by Rick Foucheux’s character, Gene Biddle. We live in an age where we can’t agree on basic facts or how to interpret the ones we do agree on. Can I leave it at that? There’s a run through in 30 minutes and I can’t wait to catch up with it!
The play begins previews on Saturday – 6 days from now. What a tart, timely, pungent, and provocative play to open with. I’m rather pleased that Willy’s play — and Willy the playwright himself — have taken up residency with us. There’s some real fire and fury taking shape on the stage — I’ll be back to report on how much; and what lies ahead for us in this week of launching the new season. Welcome back, blog. Welcome home too.