This image is blurry. There isn't much I can do about it. So oh well. It's kind of like a chuck close painting. Or one of those pictures that you stare at and then you see something else (like a sailboat!) but only if you let your mind go or let your eyes relax or something having to do with relaxation or release.
On Tuesday I found a 30 day pass on the bus much like the one you see above. Only much crisper. It had been started and it is only good until the Halloween, but it is pretty f-ing sweet all the same. It's basically like finding 20 dollars. Or like finding a 20 dollar gift certificate to a store that you like to frequent multiple times a day but only spend 2 dollars at a time. I felt guilty for finding it at first: there are some schools of thought that when you get three wishes, your wishes are granted but at the expense of others and they never turn out quite like you expect them to. The rules of wishes are a bit shaky. But I didn't wish to find someone's lost CTA pass, and what am I going to do? Post a Craigslist ad?
That's just dumb.
It couldn't have come at a better time. It has been a busy week with two callbacks for the two shows I am turging. I continue to define what a dramaturg's* role actually should be and to whom a dramaturg's allegiance should be: the director or the playwright. His allegiance should ultimately be to the play but what the hell does that mean? Whose play is it? I had a...debate about it tonight with a dear playwright friend...she says our friendship will continue, but we will have to wait and see.
*Dramaturg in the context of this entry is shorthand for research dramaturg and not new play dramaturg; new play dramaturg's are clearly present for the sole support of the PW. **
**I realize that most of you*** really don't care.
***Screw you.
Dramaturgs help playwrights kill babies. -Old Aztec Saying
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