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Beachcomber Blues: just checking in
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Sunday, December 07, 2008. Haven't been here in a while. Twitter and Facebook offer the appeal of brevity and minimal commitment to content. Had some (OK a lot of) wine with Foster. Tonight and feeling simultaneously philosophical, metaphysical and physicistical (yeah, can you pronounce that? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. The intricate tapestry of my raging faggotry. Things and stuff from one of America’s many Matthew Fosters. In the quiet of my heart.
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Beachcomber Blues: board governance 101
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Monday, July 21, 2008. Just came from the public meeting regarding the Southern Theater. Top lessons for non-profit boards of directors:. 1 If you run an arts non-profit, have some artists on your board. Saying you support artists and work collaboratively with them works better when you actually have them in the room for planning and major decisions. 3 Titles like President/CEO kinda alienate artists. 7 Don't tell artists that being on a board "takes a lot of time." Because in comparison to even one ...
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Beachcomber Blues: next thing
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Sunday, August 31, 2008. Am starting to get excited about my next project, a stage adaptation of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Desperately need a stage manager. And a set designer. Anyone know anyone? Auditions September 27-28 if any actors are out there reading this. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. Where did August go? Dive-bombed by a drunken moth. The intricate tapestry of my raging faggotry. All that's past is prologue. In the quiet of my heart.
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Beachcomber Blues: berkeley
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Sunday, May 11, 2008. Went to Berkeley to see Jeune Lune's Figaro. Hiked up the mountain to the University's botanical gardens. Was rewarded with this 20-foot high freaky plant. Awesome what grows on this planet. Berkeley is pretty weird about smoking in public. And they really don't know how to make a pastrami sandwich. And they are politically correct pretty far past the point of annoying smugness. But otherwise it's a beautiful place. And the show was great. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Beachcomber Blues: December 2008
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Sunday, December 07, 2008. Haven't been here in a while. Twitter and Facebook offer the appeal of brevity and minimal commitment to content. Had some (OK a lot of) wine with Foster. Tonight and feeling simultaneously philosophical, metaphysical and physicistical (yeah, can you pronounce that? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. The intricate tapestry of my raging faggotry. Things and stuff from one of America’s many Matthew Fosters. All that's past is prologue.
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Beachcomber Blues: sigh
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Sunday, February 10, 2008. Foster went to L.A. for his birthday. I didn't ask for stories about the trip because it's embarrassing to cry in front of a large group of people at the Leaning Tower. But a casual visit to his blog put me face to suddenly teary face with this photo. Eucalyptus, palm, sun, how you taunt me. Ohgod - I feel it today. High of zero. HIGH. I hate February. I love SoCal. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. All that's past is prologue.
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Beachcomber Blues: ahh, high from the fumes
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Saturday, July 19, 2008. Ahh, high from the fumes. I don't get it. But after this primer dries, and if I can still move after all that painting at odd (it's an attic with sloped ceiling) angles, it will be a much better color and I will like that. It's 2 am, and I'm high on paint fumes. Mmm, makes me feel young. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. Charlie Bethels in town! Ahh, high from the fumes. And the Twin Cities performance scene crumbles a b.
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Beachcomber Blues: ohmigod, the sun, the sun, the sun
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008. Ohmigod, the sun, the sun, the sun. Now that my nighttime breathing is back to choking-free, I slept soundly all the way through to 8:30, hours later than I've made it all the mornings of the last week. And I guess we're far enough into the season that the sun is coming earlier and at a steadily new angle. Today it came bursting through the window by the bed, and that's what woke me up. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter.
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Beachcomber Blues: where did August go?
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Sunday, August 31, 2008. Where did August go? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. Where did August go? Dive-bombed by a drunken moth. The intricate tapestry of my raging faggotry. Things and stuff from one of America’s many Matthew Fosters. All that's past is prologue. In the quiet of my heart. Completely in the dark. Let's put on a show.
