true story: this morning i was telling ty about this cool theater in san francisco run by ty.

the san francisco theater is called Stage Werx and is located right near union square. They have plays, and shows, and monthlies - and - the 49 seat theater is available for rent.

from the stage werx about us page:

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Stage Werx Theatre was founded in 2007 by Cory and Ty Mckenzie. These sisters spent their childhood running around rehearsal halls while their parents performed in community theatre. It only seems fitting that they would wind up running a space of their own.

Stage Werx is dedicated to the community and has been established to:

* Provide a forum in which theatre artists (actors, directors, playwrights, designers) may further develop their talents and skills

* Further the vitality, stability and development of live theatre in San Francisco by producing and hosting premieres and “reinventions” of previously produced materials

* Increase the Theatre’s profile in particular and the profile of San Francisco theatre in general by creating unique projects of interest

*But really, we’re here to open opportunities for freaks, starving artists, newcomers, and old hats to get their stage on.

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ty lives on a boat and performs in plays in theaters. ty lives on a boat and runs a theater where people perform plays. coincidence…..?!??!!

Portland Dispatch #2

Suffusion

poesy tinder

i want to go to drink and draw

the plot

im press ar eee oh

Dirty Loads #41 - all grown up and still confused
Jaya was the headliner and i typed up some poems. later was the official dl after party with red wine and philosophy lit by moon light.

DL #39 - and forty seems so far away
many hands make light work. sailbuck just getting back, dawn, travis, jeff all getting ready to go somewheres else, zak on the down low, ryan on the over tow

Sausalito DL #35 recap here

now with more Ari !

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yes - i’ve been watching a lot of entourage

Les Foules (The Crowds)
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

It is not given to everyone to be able to bathe in the multitude: enjoyment of the crowd is an art; and he alone who makes, at the expense of the human race, a revelry of vitality, is he whom a faerie has inspired in his cradle with a taste for dressing up and masque, a hatred for domesticity and a passion for travel.

Multitude, solitude: two equal and interchangeable terms for the active and creative poet. He who does not know how to populate his solitude, will not know how to be alone in the bustling crowd.

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege, of being as he likes, himself or others. Like errant souls searching for a body, he enters, when he likes, the personage of each. For him alone, all is open; and if certain places appear to him closed, it is because in his eyes they are not worth the trouble of visiting.

The solitary and thoughtful stroller derives a singular intoxication from this universal communion. He who easily weds the crowd knows the feverish ecstasies, eternally deprived the selfish, locked like a coffer, and the lazy, incarcerated like a mollusc. He adopts as his own all professions, all joys and sorrows circumstances present to him.

What men call love is very small, very restrained and very weak, compared to this ineffable orgy, to the sacred prostitution of the soul that gives itself entirely, poetry and charity, unexpectedly, to the unknown passer-by.

It is good to teach sometimes the happy ones of the world, if only to humble them for a moment in their foolish pride, that there is greater happiness than theirs, vaster and more refined. Founders of colonies, ministers of people, missionary priests exiled to the ends of the earth, doubtless know something of these mysterious intoxications, and at the breast of the vast family that their genius has created, they must laugh sometimes at those who pity them their restless fortunes and chaste lives.