I don't blog much. I'm not platforming as the crusty patriarch whose infrequent utterances are meant to confer the wisdom of the ancients. I just prefer to keep the regularity of my bowel movements on a need-to-know basis with my GP alone. News should be, well, news, dammit.

That said, I write to convey the opening of yet another Jobsite magnum opus from the fertile mind of Chris Holcom: Caryl Churchill's spare and stylized adaptation of August Strindberg's A Dream Play.

Still with me? Good, because our deft director has made more than a little noise adroitly (and engagingly) staging what, in many other hands, could and surely have become problematic slogs through challenging texts. His recent production of The Serpent was astoundingly fresh, and the organic work we're assembling for display beginning June 12th is promising similar results. Only problem: Ami Corley, Jason Evans, Kari Goetz, Amy Gray, Spencer Meyers, Steve Mountan, Christen Petitt, Soolaf Rasheid and I no longer have asses. That's right -- we've worked them off, thus creating a boon for both lovers of professional theatre as well as those whose purchase price will help to see our gluteals restored to firm and juicy order. Won't you please be one of those?...

Details at: www.jobsitetheater.org

(So I guess you're getting news about my poop, after all.)