The Castle Of Baron Von Reed
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Friday, February 8, 2008
It appears I haven't updated in four months. That would qualify this blog as largely abandoned.
Here's what's up.
A) I like the new job. But you already knew that because I don't ever go on LiveJournal anymore.
B) Since I quit the old job, I've been happily writing. Someday I'll let some of you read some of it.
C) We had a whole lotta snow damage on the roof.
D) Next week is Blitz Smackdown II.
That is all.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
One of my favorite Louis Jordan songs is "Don't Burn The Candle At Both Ends". We had it on a mix tape in the car when the kids were little, and 4 year old Ilsa piped up from the back seat, "Why would you burn a camel at both ends?" This is now Reed family shorthand for having way too much going on in one's life.
Between the new job and Death Of A Salesman, I've been feeling like I've got one toasty camel.
Salesman closed. The hardest part is saying goodbye to the show family. This is one of the few casts I've been in where I can honestly say I will miss each and every person.
The nice part is, I get to see the real family a lot more often.
And, oh yeah, I used to be a writer. Time to get back to that.
I'm digging the new job. It seems like my supervisor wants me to be happy and productive. She's encouraging. She's open. I'm not quite sure how to handle myself. The Baroness said that the paranoia will probably be like a phantom limb. I'll still feel it for awhile, even though there's no reason for it.
Now I'm going back through about 3 weeks of unanswered personal e-mail. If you were waiting to hear from me on something, I'm working on getting back to you.
Current mood:  happy
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
4:15PM
We're making a quick post on work time (because I haven't taken a break yet this afternoon).
We're down to the last 17 hours here.
We're excited. We're looking forward to the new workplace.
We had our exit interview. We said what needed to be said without once referring to ourselves in the third person plural.
We have to get back to work now. We have to get our application ready to pass on to our successor.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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Friday, September 21, 2007
5:49PM
I have elected not to make my letter to my old supervisor publicly available, lest it somehow interfere with my new job.
If you are on my LiveJournal friends list, the letter is available.
I'm very glad to be getting out of that job.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
In case you're interested, here is Chapter One of the spicy mustard themed romance novel, "Seeds Of Passion" as supplied by the fine folks at the Mount Horeb Mustard Musum.
And here is Chapter Two, as supplied by me.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
In the last couple of weeks, I've had...
a show running in Boston
a show that's going up in New York
my series "Flight Of The Hindenburg" started running at the Merc Tuesdays
I won 1/2 of The Mount Horeb Mustard Museum "Seeds Of Passion" contest
I finished the first draft of my script for next year's Actor's Factory show
I'm in Death Of A Salesman with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) psycho_kate and many other fine folks
...and I have something potentially big brewing with a screenplay that I can't talk about yet, because there's a huge chance it'll fall through and I don't want to jinx it. But it would be beaucoup cool if it came through.
Current mood:  accomplished
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
2:07PM
A guy I grew up with, Lee Eshleman, committed suicide last week. Lee was a giant in the very small world of the professional Mennonite comedy circuit. That sounds like a snarky remark. It isn't. He managed to make a living doing art he loved, and touched a lot of people's lives.
We weren't close. He was four years older than me, which, when we were growing up was an insurmountable coolness barrier. I hadn't spoken to him in twenty years. But I always heard about him from relatives who thought that I should be pursuing the whole "theatre as evangelism" career path.
How would a career as an agnostic evangelist work out?
Lee's death got me to thinking about my own writing. I find the Actor's Factory shows to be the most fulfilling thing in my artistic life. Mostly because I know how much the show matters to the kids and so I'm trying to write something of substance.
I'm also trying to write a commercial screenplay at the moment, and it's a piece of absolute crap.
Lee managed to carve out a career performing an art form and not compromise what he really believed in. That's a rare and heroic feat. It's strange to think that with that, a wife, three kids, and a supportive community - it still wasn't enough to ward off the beast of chronic depression.
In this clip, Lee and his writing/performing partner Ted Swartz (Lee is the one without the beard) play the disciples Peter and Andrew on their first fishing trip after the crucifixion.
Rest well, Lee.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Hi, Mom.
I'm an adopted child.
I was born in Lynchburg, Virginia on July 5, 1967.
Baby boy, white male child, 7/5/67, 5:36 pm (approx.).
I have almost no information about my natural parentage other than the fact that at least two of my biological grandparents were doctors. I had an aunt or a great-aunt who once worked for Clarence Darrow.
I'm putting this information out on the blog on the off chance that members of my biological family are trying to Google me.
If you are a member of my biological family, if you know a member of my biological family, please leave a comment in this blog with information about how to contact you.
I've never made the search before. I was a happy child. I was adopted as an infant and have always felt at home in the family that adopted me. And during those disaffected adolescent years, I consoled myself with the thought that Bob Dylan was my biological father and would be coming for me at any time.
Is Bob Dylan my father? Please say yes.
The hard work of parenting. The skinned knees and broken hearts. The homework and the teen angst was all done by the Reeds of Richmond, Virginia. And done quite well. Any defects in my character (and there are a few) are my fault and not theirs.
Mom, if you read this, you have two grandchildren. A girl (12) and a boy (9). They're both miraculous.
The boy was asking about you the other day. He'd like to meet you. I told him I'd look.
Love,
The son you gave up in 1967.
Tuesday, December 2, 2003
So, what do me, popebuck1 and BlogSpot Boy do when they're all trapped at work on a Friday after Thanksgiving? We be writers, damnit. We be writing. Rob came up with the title, and the first and last lines. We passed it around, writing mostly ten-line chunks. And this is the first part of what we came up with....
( Click here if you dare... )
Fascinated and intrigued? See popebuck1 for more details.
Current mood: amused Current music: Salsa Christmas Carols
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