The show was a hit! Thank you to everyone who helped make this possible and a big thank you to the Jewelbox. If you missed the show here it is in its entirety, we video taped the tech rehearsal for posterity. We do have a a bigger production planned for Part 1 and we’ll be getting a Kickstarter fund going for it soon so stay tuned!
The cast is practicing the inane chant we used to do in the cult. It was totally ridiculous but fun.
January 25th is fast approaching so we’ve all been working hard to get the show together in time. So far it’s shaping up beautifully. Here is a sneak peak of Act 4. Director Cathy Sorbo and Lucienne doing a read through.
Here is a video of the auditions we did for the cult followers in the play. It was a lot of fun! Thanks to TPS for letting us use their rehearsal spaces.
I walked for miles yesterday. In a city sans cars, walking is a total pleasure.
People watching and girl watching, stops in pubs and coffee houses, I strolled oblivious to time. Studying a non American way of life. This is the best plan when in the Damn.
Today I rented a bike which seemed like a supercharged conveyance on the narrow rows. I biked for 10’s of miles following the spokes of the wheel on the map.
The guy at the bike shop told me to rent a lady bike because that configuration is the real Amsterdam bike. When in Amsterdam…
Tonight I will see the urban village at night.
Tomorrow the resistance museum. I am going to 4 or so WWII museums between Hamburg and the Damn.
Over Thanksgiving weekend I flew to New York to add my voice to the Occupy Wall Street (OWS) movement in Zucotti Park Manhattan.
Inspired by the news reports and especially the Stephen Colbert interview of Ketchup, a self-
proclaimed “autonomous person” or non-leader of the Occupy Wall Street movement, I set aside the
whole day to protest whatever OWS was protesting.
As I emerged from the subway I only had to walk one short block to the park. I anticipated a loud angry
crowd chanting slogans and displaying picket signs protesting the powers that be, and the inequity
between the rich and the poor in this country. A noble cause to be sure.
But alas, what I found was a comatose few and an emasculated movement.
I counted less than 100 people in the park. Gone was the encampment, gone were the tents and the
shelters, and gone were the picket signs.
I wandered around the park looking for someone who could tell me what had happened.
I approached a young man holding a modest sign against his chest saying “free conversations”. I asked
the young man metaphorically “where have all the flowers gone?”
He said he did not know. He said that he supposes that some were driven off by the police, others by the
cold and still others by sheer discouragement.
The occupation had been gutted. But what happened? Where was the passion? Where was Ketchup?
Perhaps the movement can be revived, perhaps not.
Is the movement the victim of a lack of clearly defined goals?
A perusal of the official website of the Occupy Wall Street movement http://occupywallst.org/ leaves
much to be desired in terms of well laid out goals. However, the problem is well defined and it is the
business of all Americans. We got fucked retarded by Wall Street and we’re mad as hell and we’re not
gonna take it anymore, at least symbolically.
But occupy Wall Street remains just that, a symbol, nothing more…
Production is up and rolling on the play! So excited!
Oh ketchup I adore you so.
Your little yellow polka dot dress and Sally Jesse Raphael frames accessorize your long red hair and porcelain skin so cute.
You are the anti-heroine of the noble cause – Occupy Wall Street. Ketchup, I declare you the protest’s poster girl.
You inspire me to once again live the ideals of my youth. Once I chained myself to train tracks to “Stop the Nukes!” Now I want to be there by your side vomiting from pepper spray as they take us away into history. I want to stand with the 99%.
I wiggle my fingers above my head for you Ketchup.
Consensus has been reached… I want to be your friend on Facebook.
But Ketchup on my eggs, what of you? I’ve sought you in vain on Facebook.
I shall journey to New York and add my voice to the throng.
I shall seek you on Wall St.