Archives for January 11, 2011

…there are definitely worse places than Sarasota in January. This is the view from our hotel room:

Mrs. T are packing our bags this morning on Florida’s Sanibel Island. I won’t soon forget what a blissful time we’ve had there, but if anything can put our happiness out of my mind, however temporarily, it’s my schedule for the next seven days, which is more than a little bit crazy.
Later today we’ll drive north to Sarasota to spend a few days catching up with Asolo Rep, whose revival of Bertolt Brecht’s Life of Galileo made my Wall Street Journal best-of-2010 list. Unfortunately, there’s a catch, which is that I have to drop Mrs. T off in Sarasota this afternoon and fly north to New York so that I can see two plays there on Wednesday, The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Desert Cities. Then I’ll fly back down to Sarasota to see Asolo’s Twelve Angry Men–and then I’ll fly back up to Philadelphia to attend a pair of staged workshop performances on Saturday and Sunday of Danse Russe, my new opera. I’ll also be catching a play in Philly, the Arden Theatre revival of Eugene O’Neill’s A Moon for the Misbegotten. The craziness is over a week from today, when I return to Florida and begin my latest residency at Rollins College’s Winter Park Institute. Whew!
In case you’re wondering, I’ve been watching the weather, and it looks like I’m going to get into New York tonight before the snow starts in earnest. My hope is that by the time I’m supposed to leave, the runways will be clear and I can fly back down to Florida without incident. We’ll see–and so will you. In the meantime, don’t expect to hear much of anything from me other than travel updates! This is, to put it mildly, one of those weeks….
P.S. The blizzard caught me–my flight to New York has already been canceled. We’ll see how the rest of the week turns out!

“Bureaucracy forms a truly supranational freemasonry, with the same quirks, the same incalculable workings of the mind, and the same lack of logic.”
Joseph Szigeti, With Strings Attached: Reminiscences and Reflections