— By Katie Rosenburg
A Chinese-Thai-Vietnamese fast food restaurant. A Chinese-Thai-Vietnamese fast food restaurant. A Chinese-Thai-Vietnamese fast food restaurant. Noticing a pattern? Theatre Inconnu’s production of Roland Schimmelpfenning’s The Golden Dragon taps into the power of repetition. And the power of takeout food.
—By Kaitlyn Rosenburg
Be prepared to see a lot of Q-Tips at Let Me Call You Sweetheart. No, I don’t mean the cotton swabs. My grandfather insists on the name Q-Tip for anyone of an elderly age. I never understood how he settled on the moniker, but after seeing the Belfry’s seats packed with white-haired theater-goers, I clued in.
Let Me Call You Sweetheart, a musical comedy set in a retirement home, has a very specific target audience. As one might expect, the content explores themes of death, the afterlife, and the loneliness old age often brings. Even with the inclusion of 14 songs, 12 of them written exclusively for the production, bleakness lurks within every scene.
Life demands to be strange.
I went shopping in my hometown today with one of my closest friends (who happens to be gay). We both realized we needed to buy greeting cards for upcoming events.
He needed a congratulatory wedding card for a marriage between a straight female and a gay male, who not so long ago my friend had a crush on.
I searched for a card to celebrate the upcoming birth of a baby girl, whose father happens to be the first boy I ever loved. He’s now in a common-law marriage with a girl still in her teens.
At the till, the store clerk asked if we’d both found what we were looking for.
“I settled on a blank card,” I replied.
Active for Life: August 30, 2012 Edition
For the remainder of the summer, a weekly post concerning my summer co-op job will appear on box with a frown. My coordinator encouraged me to write about anything, while my boss had this to say: “Tweeting and blogging can get you fired.” Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he was joking.
This is the final co-op blog post. Feel sad. Feel very sad.
It’s one of those brilliant sunny days and life seems perfect, if only for a moment. I’m on the ferry right now, headed home for a “holiday” before school starts up again. When I was first approached to write this blog, it was in lieu of an end of co-op report. I jumped at the chance to avoid a tedious write-up, for the more creative approach of the blog entries.
