Archives for March 2007

A friend writes:

Terry, how are you doing? I just read yr blog. This “deep under the weather” sounds scary. How are you doing?

Not to worry. Longtime readers know that I suffer from what once was quaintly known as a weak chest, by which I don

“Beware the politically obsessed. They are often bright and interesting, but they have something missing in their natures; there is a hole, an empty place, and they use politics to fill it up. It leaves them somehow misshapen.”

Peggy Noonan, What I Saw at the Revolution

I remain deep under the weather, but the clouds are lifting

I still feel lousy. I hate colds.

In today’s Wall Street Journal drama column, I review the four shows I saw in California last week, Speed-the-Plow at the Geffen Playhouse in Los Angeles, The Four of Us at the Old Globe in San Diego, Life Is a Dream at South Coast Repertory in Costa Mesa, and Hedda Gabler at American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco:

Going to Los Angeles to see David Mamet

My

“Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.”

Marcel Proust, Cities of the Plain