Wherein Christine hies in lonely haste to New York to see the National Theater Live production of Macbeth performed live in the Park Avenue Armory.

No, she did not have a ticket.

Idealistic fool.

And yet,


Prepare for Train Ride!
First Item:  Prepare for Train Ride!


Second item:  Find Theater!
Second item: Find Theater!


Third item:  Queue for tick…





Utter failure.

Luckily, there’s another event, just as good, and a lot easier to get tickets for.

To the Lincoln Center Film Society’s showing of Exhibition!

(Followed by Q&A with director Joanna Hogg and conceptual artist Liam Gillick.)

Why on Earth I didn't have to wait 6 hours in line to see a film where the director is present for questioning afterwards, I'll never know.
Why on Earth you don’t have to wait 6 hours in line to see a film when its director is present, I’ll never know.  This was the coolest thing ever.

*     *     *     *     *

Watching Exhibition

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Show me myself

Mirror my Heart’s way

That I may see the path it walks along,

Through others’ eyes

Reflect my life’s dismay

That I may learn a way to right my wrongs,

Bestill my Heart

And show it to me true

With polished glass and cinematic shine,

That I may feel

And hear with senses new

How love and fear all others’ lives entwine,

Show me myself

And show it with your Soul,

So shall we meet, and never feel alone.

*     *     *     *     *

Take 2!

Second item:  Find Theater!
Ready…  Set…  Wait!

Third item:  Queue for tick…







But wait…



Last Ticket for the Last Show.  This is not a Rush ticket?!  3rd row!
Last Ticket for the Last Show.  This is not a Rush ticket?!?  Third row!  How did I manage this?!  Utterly grateful and perpetually bemused by my existence.

*     *     *     *     *

Mysterious World

*     *     *     *     *

The tides of Fate whisper my Mind below

To show my Heart the truth of where to go;

I feel the pull of vanity withdrawing,

I feel the hold of sanity free-falling;

Below my Heart, my Mind is strong to catch,

Below my Soul, my fingers brush the latch;

Become my calm, which wraps its arms around,

Become the air, which all the world surrounds;

Slip soft within the fountains of the night,

In whom the stars are ever shining bright;

Slip soft, my Song, which whispers with my Fate,

Slip soft, slip true, here comes a guiding state;

Becalm my Soul with my Heart’s Shadow’s pull,

Become the World, and dare to be its gull.

*     *     *     *     *

For An Actor

*     *     *     *     *

Keep being who you are,

Keep doing what you do,

Keep telling me those stories

That you feel most true;

Bring me upon your journey,

Bring me within your Heart,

Keep showing me the laughing tears

That move your every part;

Keep me entranced with idle jest,

Keep me spell bound with pride,

Bring me to heel with agony

That my tears never dry;

Hold me within your fantasy

That strives the world to hold,

Touch me with care and empathy:

O, Thus my Heart enfold.

Keep Acting.

*     *     *     *     *

Thank you wonderful cast!  My mind and heart are bursting with ideas!
Thank you wonderful cast!  My mind and heart are bursting with ideas!