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2000:  AQ&D Won't Be the Same
2001:  We've Got Elegance
2002:  Famous Friday Five
2003:  Jiggle Belle
2004:  Thank You, Ruth Bernhard
Never Again
2006:  Chaos Central

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Books Read in 2007

Updated 2/28:
"The Cat Who Turned Off and On"


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2 April 2007

I am trying to be verrry nice to Walt these days.

It all started back on March 13 when we went to see a production of a comedy called Let's Murder Marsha, in which the heroine (Marsha) is reading a book called "The Creeping Slasher," and becomes convinced that her husband is out to kill her.

Then we saw the Broadway touring company of Twelve Angry Men, a drama about the jury in a murder trial where the victim had been stabbed to death by her (boyfriend? husband?)

Shortly after that, Walt was called to jury duty.  He could not, of course, talk about the case, but he did tell me that it was a domestic violence case and involved a knife.

Before the trial actually started, we went to see Othello at the Sacramento Theatre Company, and, of course, after Othello stabs his wife, nearly everybody else in the tragedy gets stabbed, slashed or otherwise killed with a knife.

After Othello, Walt went into his trial and listened every day to the details of the alleged crime and examined the alleged weapon.  (Now I can call them "crime" and "weapon," since the jury found the defendant guilty.)

When the trial ended, we went to the Woodland Opera House to see Oliver! the bright, sprightly musical which ends with the heroine being stabbed to death by her lover.

And then last night we went to see Electricidad at the Sacramento Theatre Company's black box theatre.  It's a rewriting of Euripides' tragedy, Electra, set in the cholo community in the barrios of Los Angeles.  I was sitting so close to the stage that when the Clymenestra character (Clemencia) is stabbed to death, I felt I should check my clothing for blood spatters.

I hadn't intended to sit practically on the stage, and, in fact, I did not.  I'm trying to get the public relations people for all the theatres where I review trained.  I had minor knee problems before the bike accident in 2003.  After the accident, the knee problems have gotten worse.  I've talked with three doctors (including the infamous orthopedist who spent all of 4 minutes with me, 2 of which were spent discussing the book I was reading), all of whom shrug and nod sympathetically but offer no practical solution.

It's nothing like pain, or I might be more aggressive in trying to find a cure.  (Besides, I know that the very first solution everyone is going to offer is "lose weight.")

It's just that I can't comfortably bend it for any length of longer than a minute.  It doesn't have to be straight, but it has to be straighter than a 90 degree angle.  So I try to get theatre seats which have enough leg room that I can stretch the leg out.  If the knee must remain bent, the ache in the knee quickly takes over everything and I can't concentrate on the play I'm supposed to be reviewing.

The Davis Musical Theatre Company, Capitol Stage and the Winters Community Theatre are all great.  All their seats have leg room and I don't have to worry at all.  Likewise, the Sacramento Community Center has decent leg room.  The University theaters don't have good leg room, but they also never fill up and it's usually open seating, so I can find a place with an empty seat next to me and that gives me leg room. 

Woodland Opera House has great leg room in part of the theater, abominable leg room in another part.  I always ask for the leg room seats and was very disappointed that they gave me a bad seat this week.  I ended up moving because I knew there was no way that I could appreciate the show from where they wanted to seat me.

Sacramento Theatre Company has two theatres, a good sized theatre for bigger shows and then a "black box" theatre, for smaller, more experimental shows.  Both theatres have terrible seating for a large person with bad knees.  However, the big theatre has one row, row J, which is also an aisle between the upper set of seats and the lower set of seats, so there is a very wide walkway for my leg to extend.  I always train new PR people to please sit me in row J--even if it's way over on the side.  I don't need to be in the best seats--I just need to be able to stretch my knee out.

The black box theater has a couple of seats on each side of the theater which have no seats in front of them.  They are at the top of the stairs, and I like to be farther from the stage rather than closer (I could also sit in the front row, if I preferred). 

I usually sit in the open seats on the left side of the aisle (as you go up the stairs), which means that when I sit, I can stretch my left knee out onto the step.  But that seat was taken, so I sat in the mirror seat on the other side of the steps, not realizing that when I stretched my leg out, it would be out over the step, not on it.  I had to dangle the knee (which also doesn't feel good), or slouch down in the seat, belly up in the air, so that I could touch the second step down.  This particular show had action on the steps, which meant that part of the time the spotlight was on me (or on the character sitting on the stairs in front of me), so I felt like I was exposed for all the house to see during Act 1.

For Act 2, I moved down to the front row over on the side where Clemencia was going to be murdered, so when the knife came out, all the domestic violence of the past 3 weeks flashed before my eyes.

As we left the theatre, I told Walt I was going to put away all the sharp knives in the house.

It's very difficult to cut meat with a butter knife...but I figure it's worth the extra effort, at least until we start seeing shows that don't involve sharp objects inflicting serious bodily harm.


We went to a birthday party in San Francisco today
(see video of the day), at a club which was near the Giants stadium.
This is a statue of Willie McCovey which stands in McCovey Cove,
overlooking the park -- the full moon just added an extra nice touch.



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