So, in forward gear again, Arnie pulled the truck out and headed gingerly down the road to the new campsite with me muttering from the passenger seat something about the next one will surely be easier after the practice run I just executed. But the universe does not operate with fairness ...
I wonder that there can be so many shows running concurrently and one after another so quickly, and can understand that good quality in show making is really something to be appreciated highly!
So now, I’m back to jabbering and listening to the tap of keys on my laptop. The sounds are monotonous. But wait, they’re perking up – I wonder if there’s an idea coming. I stop. Silence. No finger tapping of keys. Maybe I can reach out for something in the quiet … the ...
Quenched and refreshed, the market was our oyster and off we went, looking for something so unique we need a hundred reasons not to buy it. So many things caught our attention, but I answered the call from a stall that sells vintage Australian postcards. What could I say? Right in my ...
t have so much to lose if one of those cyclonic cells dropped out of the sky and swept me off to Oz. There is something exhilarating about surviving the ride, witnessing grandeur in the big and the small, and hiking through narrow slots and up and down ladders. I’m not sure it is...
Being in a successful band is probably nice. Some artists hope for something more, though. Specifically, something more personal.
How did he choose his victims in the first place — the show made a point to say the victims had nothing obvious in common, so surely there was something about each of them that made their lives something Jae-hee felt was worth killing them to own. I’m left with a feeling of ...
Thankfully, the script didn't demand that they actually kiss, they just do something that helped build the romantic feeling and create the emotions. Sinha has gone on record that she never wants to do an on-screen kiss, and not only for her beliefs – she just doesn't like ki...
Most of all…I have missed all of you.I need to know what is happening in your part of the world. I need to know what new something you have learned. I need to know about your joys and triumphs as well as your struggles and challenges. I simply need to know how you are doing!
So sang Elaine Stritch, oozing irony and despair, in Company, the 1970 Broadway hit with a book by George Furth and music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. If Paris Hilton’s Internet sex tape delivered the final blow to the word “socialite,” making the label anathema to everyone but Z-...