Finally . . .

. . . my musings on music are available to the masses. Issue #25 of ALARM magazine is out. I've only found it on one newsstand in Seattle (Broadway News), but I'll have an update for you Seattleites as to where else you may find it; those of you who are elsewhere can check at any of the chains listed at the website, or email to ask where it may be sold in your area (though, being a quarterly magazine, a 2-year subscription is only $20, so if you really love me . . . ).

I just sent a couple reviews for the winter issue; I have a few more due early in January, and we're trying to set up an interview with a local(ish) blues band, so we'll be looking at another update in 3 months or so.

My kids came through like gangbusters for the final performance of my teaching project, and even had some striking things to say about using martial arts as a template for performance and cooperation. The project was troubled with unforseen losses, inclement weather, and what appeared, at the time, to be wavering support and institutional browbeating. But we all pulled through, and damn if it didn't bring some tears up at the end.

Rehearsals for Titus Andronicus are going full bore. I'm excited, but I'm also inclined to keep details close to the vest for now. More on that later.

You may have heard over here that 'Stine and I got a new car. So . . . uh, yeah, 'Stine and I got a new car. It's not that I'm not excited; I just have nothing to add (plus driving is more work than play for me, unless I have absolute control over what goes in the CD player).

Sometime in 2007, I promise a post with actual writing in it. Until then, owing to my being so insanely busy (and inclined to lethargy on the rare occasions when I have actual leisure time), you're stuck with my "Dear Diary" entries. Sorry 'bout that. :^)