Daily Archives: March 18, 2010

What I can do is…

Now that Snark is produced and over, I’m back, after three days of an awful cold and no voice, looking for work, which is becoming more and more a losing proposition. It’s been a long time since I had a real full-time job… and months since my last part-time gig. When I think that 5 years ago I was making $90,000.00 a year and riding high, my current situation is not only gloomy, but it is pitiful.

I’m applying to jobs in the $15.00 per hour range… a big comedown… but even these are not jumping at the soon to be 64-year-old guy from the Eastern Panhandle of West Virginia… especially now that I am 40-plus years removed from my college degrees.

And then, sitting in Mellow Moods having a cup of coffee in Shepherdstown’s 2-block downtown, it more or less came to me that I should start looking at what I do every day, rain or shine.

I write.

I write pieces for this blog and comments for others. I write notes on creative ideas for the future. I write e-mail to people I know all over the place. Writing is something I don’t even think about when I think of skills and abilities. I just do it.

So I trotted across the street to Ruth and Mike’s bookstore and bought a copy of the current issue of Poets and Writers to look into marketing ideas for my writing. And I think I’ll also look into getting Eddy and my Hunting Of The Snark published by a royalties distributor, something we should have done 35 years ago, and give schools and small theatres the opportunity to present it (and collect a few dollars at the same time.)

Anyway, you who are my regular readers, feel free to comment or e-mail me and let me know what you think. Especially let me know if anything I’ve written on this blog over the years proved interesting to you and could be expanded on.

You know, all of a sudden I feel much better.

And one more down… Fess Parker dead at 85

Boy, we’re losing all the innovators I grew up with. Fess Parker died today at 85. To most of us he was Davy Crockett and later Daniel Boone.

A guy we always thought of in a Coonskin Cap (you had a coonskin cap, didn’t you? I did.) And he sang, too. Here’s a sample:

When he finished Boone he left acting and became a successful Santa Barbara hotel developer and Santa Ynez Valley winery owner.

Obama is putting off his trip to the Pacific in order to get health care through…

Having once delayed the trip by a few days, President Obama this morning decided to put off the trip until June because the Health Care bill passage and his influence on it have prior importance.

This information, combined with the release of figures from the Congressional Budget Office which show that the Health-care reform bill cuts deficit by $1.3 trillion over 20 years, makes the debate going on in the House of Representatives even more poignant. It is expected that it will be voted in on Sunday.

Needless to say, this has caused an increase energy among Republicans to attack the methods being used to pass the bill, to lie about the results of the bill, and to try anything possible to keep it from going through.

It makes C-Span one of the most exciting games in town.

Another Theatre Death: Harry Koutoukas

Back when I was getting really excited about the new things happening in New York Theatre, in the 60s and 70s, Off-Off-Broadway was making it’s appearance, first with the Cafe Cino and then with La MaMa… and in that early group was H. M. Koutoukas, who everyone knew as Harry.

Harry Koutoukas was a playwright, a surrealist who wrote absurdist pieces like “Medea in the Laundromat” and “Awful People Are Coming Over So We Must Be Pretending to Be Hard at Work and Hope They Will Go Away.” He was part of that original group of OOB names like Tom O’Horgan, Tom Eyen and Lanford Wilson who brought audiences into small, often basement, theatres which often seated fifty or fewer people who were looking for things that the Broadway and Off-Broadwy houses had become too commercial for.

He was known for writing “camps”, or campy plays which mocked well-known styles. In 1966 he received a Village Voice Obie Award in the category of Assaulting Established Tradition.

Koutoukas was 72.