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At 7:15 p.m. on this Wednesday evening I was in a bit of a huff. Mad, actually, because I couldn't find a parking place. I hate to pay for parking. And usually there's a spot lurking somewhere west of Seattle Center. But not tonight. I finally gave up, parked and payed, and headed across the …
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I've got to get out more. Last night, I trekked downtown to small venue I'd never been to before, one of the performing spaces for Cornish School of the Arts (it may be the only one...I don't know). I went to see the opening of The American Clock, by Arthur Miller, directed by Carol Roscoe. …
Here's a pretend letter from a pretend reader of a blog dedicated to thinking through various issues related to art-making and Christian faith. "Dear Blogging Person, How does a working artist deal with criticism? I don't mean mean-spirited people dishing out vindictive diatribes, but the simple, ongoing critique of one's work that comes from all …
The eyes of an audience mean more to me than their words. At last night's talkback after Man of La Mancha, there were audience members who were meaningfully lost in the experience of the play, eyes a bit misty. The "magic" of the play was working on them; you could see it. Simple delight was …
So says David the King in Psalm 39. This psalm gives us an image of a man wrestling with God, his relationship with Him burning in his chest. He resolves not to speak, but then must. He asks to know how long he will live, knowing that a "man's life is but a breath." From …
