CERK

The blog has been quiet for a few weeks because your blog mistress had an adventure in Stratford. Met these two gracious gentleman(and Ger’s wife Claire) and saw them both in Stratfest productions. (Ger in Hamlet and The Physicists + Nigel in Oedipus Rex and She Stoops to Conquer).

Pretty amazing time all around. On my previous trip to Stratford this year I also had the insane luck to see Nigel step in as an understudy for Diary of Anne Frank, where he played Mr. Frank because Joseph Ziegler was ill. (He nailed it of course).

Nicholas: I feel fine. The blood is not the problem. I don't know what it is but part of me wants to run from this.

LaCroix: Of course, the last embers of your mortal conscience take a little time before they flare out completely. It's the guilt, Nicholas. You haven't quite shed your mortality yet.

Nicholas: Then this is normal?

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Natalie, Nick

Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Tracy, Screed, Stonetree, Cohen

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll:  Schanke, Urs, Reese

Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: LaCroix, Janette

“It's Indian legend time. A Native American fairy story for children of all ages. Legend has it that when the world was young and unfinished, the great spirit father made the mistake of leaving his paints where his children could get them. Raven begged Eagle to paint him as beautiful and grand as the great spirit had made Eagle himself. And so he did, or so he tried. But when Raven looked at his reflection in the water, he didn't like what he saw. Raven became angry, he and Eagle fought, and the great spirit father's paints were spilled over Raven and made him all black: black eyes, black wings, black breast. Raven ran into the river and flapped his wings against the current, but the color was indelible, the water wouldn't wash it away. 'This is your punishment,' said the great father, 'for interfering with my work. Black you are, and black you will stay, you will never come clean.'

Not much of a legend at that, is it, children? But I rather like the moral.”