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Incremental Fiction (“Pretending to Wake Up”), part 1
It’s 1982, I am in seventh grade and I can’t sleep. I’m involuntarily replaying the previous day’s events in my head: schoolmates’ little insults; subtle rebukes by girls I’d like to kiss; what I should have told the math teacher who gave me a C. I’m tossing and turning, fumbling through Minneapolis’s numbing selection of…
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What is a living wage for an artist?
I’ve been having conversations lately about compensation, support for the arts, the value of the arts, and other such subjects. For me it’s really helpful to think about how to put real numbers onto what we do. So I’ve started asking people what it would mean to make a “living wage” as an artist. Obviously…
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IMG_5570
IMG_5570, originally uploaded by thinaar. Outsider Art, part of the Enchanted Highway in Western North Dakota.
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IMG_5588
IMG_5588, originally uploaded by thinaar. Photo from my day-long driving trip through rural North Dakota, in search of ghost towns. Turns out “ghost towns” means something different in North Dakota than in, say, Arizona, where mining towns dried up a hundred years ago and you are basically seeing a graveyard of buildings. In North Dakota…
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Patient Boy process pics, part 2
Chris Devlin and Sarah Lord in rehearsal for Patient Boy at 14 Wall Street. Part of a new workshop performance I am writing, developed by Mallory Catlett. A lot of drama.
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Process pics from Patient Boy
Working on a new piece-in-progress with Mallory Catlett. Performing it for an invited audience June 14. The performers are Chris Devlin and Sarah Lord.
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Liver Lady And Anything Man, part 10
After collecting himself almost imperceptibly, without so much as a shiver, Anything Man turned to Liver Lady. He said, “Please sit down. Thanks for joining me.” “Why thank you,” Liver Lady said. “Thank you very much.” “What are you drinking,” he asked. “Diet Doctor Pepper,” she said. “I don’t want anyone taking advantage of me…
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Liver Lady And Anything Man, part 9
“By this time Greg was watching, notebook in hand, from the end of the bar. Kevin had come out of the kitchen and wiped his hands on his apron nervously – he only had a minute before he had to get back to whatever he was cooking. Kimberly poked her head out from behind the…
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Liver Lady And Anything Man, part 8
I went to the Greg, the Bartender, also a filmmaker, and whispered, “Anything Man is buying Liver Lady a drink!” “Fuck, man, that is perfect,” he said, and made a note in his notebook. He was making an indie film about a bartender in one of New York’s old, authentic, disappearing neighborhoods, and he was…
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Liver Lady And Anything Man, part 7
“At 9:30, throwing our evening for a loop, Anything Man came in and sat down, with his usual cheap tweed, and his usual purposefully “enigmatic” smile, along the window, in front of Liver Lady, a few tables up from Model To Be. By that time, there would be just two of us working the floor.…