Saw my friend Michael Laurence’s brave, entrancing one-man show Krapp, 39 Tuesday. It’s Michael’s personal contemplation of Samuel Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape.
Watching his theatrical unfolding of his life was like encountering a self that diverged from my college and post-college days of bohemian intensity. He put a lot of his genuine struggles in his piece, which overlapped with mine and I’m sure those of a lot of artists tallying their aspirations and failures as they confront middle age. Anyway, if you’re in New York, go see it.
Today I spent my second day trying to register for the two classes I’m taking at Brooklyn College, I’d say I’m about 70% registered now. The girl in the bursar’s office I was dealing with, who made an annoying process worthwhile by being pretty darn cute, alerted me to birdshit on my head. Must have happened on campus…in Japan it’s good luck! So I’m taking that as an auspicious omen for my studies.
