about the liveness of live theater
So, anyway, yes it was and always is worth whatever you can pay to be in the theater, in the moment that the play's the thing. Digital images of a van Gogh painting will give you the basic nuts and bolts of color, composition, and overall import. But they will never...
To Play or Not To Play?
Is it too late for Shakespeare? I don't mean the powerful texts themselves, the probing psychological depths, and brilliant literary analysis of what it is to be human—you know, the stuff that William Shakespeare, hard-working playwright, bequeathed to everyone who...
True Confessions: a Critic’s Lament
While no one—and I mean no one—will sympathize with me, it's tough being a critic. The smaller the arena, the harder it is to tell the truth. Why? Well, because essentially no one wants to hear it. Oh everybody wants to hear the good news. They insist on teasing...
Lunch at Iveta
We abandoned our usual order of the caprese sandwich and dove into a bowl of housemade pozole topped with slices of ripe avocado and joined by a wee biscuit, spiced and seasoned into something both tender and tasty. Good, good, good! When at Iveta, we always order a...
Feedback for an unnamed restaurant
I had an unsatisfying dinner the other night at a place out in the Pleasure Point neighborhood. New chef offering a new ambitious menu. But from start to finish things were just off enough to make me regret the $100 spent on dinner for two. Red wine served much too...