audi alteram partem

8/22/05

Okay, let’s take care of some flotsam, shall we? Sometimes you want to write a blog about a bunch of stuff with no obvious connecting thread, and that’s just not the way I like to do things. Oh well. Here goes:

1. FLEET WEEK was reviewed by the New York Times. When you read the actual article, it seems as though there’s no actual opinion there, but given the brutal invective hurled at other Fringe shows (“tangle of awkward clichés,” “side-splitting laughter is not on the menu,” “only partly satisfying“) I think we’re lucky to get out alive. Besides, with a little creative ellipsing, Lindsay can do this:

“well-written…’On the Town’ meets ‘Queer as Folk’.” – The New York Times

And if you ask me, that’s pretty goddamn good.

2. Remember how I told you about this entry, which has become the last trading post for Jarts™ on the planet? One of the comments needs to be reprinted here:

The Lawn Game Jarts was invented by my mothers uncle, Dr. Lawrance Barnett in Fort Edward, New York. Dr. Barnett was a Dentist that made his money in the Stock Market. The Jarts were MFG in his Barn for years. He later gave the Business to his Step Son, Robbie Barnett, whom had two Mfg plants in South Glens Falls NY. Even though the box gave all proper warnings a person threw a Jart wildly in the air, it came down taking a minors eye out. Against Robbies lawyers advice he settled with the people and set up a precedense and was sued by almost anyone who owned a set. It was and is a fun game and very safe if one follows the directions.

That, my friends, is awesome.

3. Oft-commenter Lyle, your friend and mine in Bangkok, is starting her own blog. If I had the link, I’d put it here, but hopefully she’ll add it in the comments section. By the way, if you have a blog and you want people to know about it, feel free to use today’s entry to broadcast your warez. Pretty soon I’ll get around to having a blogroll on the side of this page (you know, besides my family) as well as a FAQ for all you Nervous Nellies, Looky-Loos, Noodges and Buttinskis.

4. We’re starting the Ferber process in a few days; our sanity dictates it. Lucy is only a week past four months old, but we think she can handle it. The current sleep situation isn’t do her any favors, and it’s a wonder Tessa can still operate heavy machinery given her deprivation. These are the days, when you’re 25, you laugh with disgust at adults with kids. Fortunately, this is also the day I laugh with disgust at myself at 25.

5. I took Latin, but never came across this:

“post hoc ergo propter hoc”

It’s a great phrase meaning “after this, therefore because of this,” – or, in other words, it’s the fallacy “since B came after A, then A must have caused B.” God, I’m dying to use it.

Oh, looks like I just did! TEE HEE!!!

0 thoughts on “audi alteram partem

  1. Tanya

    Ferber rocks! I’m glad you’re starting to “Ferberize” Lucy now. Brad and I waited until our little guy was 8 months old, and by then, I think I was hallucinating and forgetting my own name on an hourly basis. My boss was also getting a little peeved at my constant non-constant mental state. heh. It’ll be the worst 3 days/nights of your life, but then things will be so much better.
    Oh yeah, and the Latin thing? Cool West Wing episode of that same title, I believe.
    When does the West Wing start up again? And WTF is the deal with ABC trying to copy it with the chick from Beetlejuice???

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  2. Bozoette Mary

    Okay, I’ll take you up on your offer to promote, publicize, and otherwise pimp my journal/blog, Red Nose. Not only that, I’ll pimp my novel, Girl Clown, which anyone can buy from Amazon.com. Sex, drug, and the circus — chick lit at its finest.

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  3. Anne D.

    My modest ol’ blog is clickable via my screenname above.
    Congrats to all for the okay Fringe reviews! Nothing to sneeze at. Good luck with Ferberizing Lucy. You’ll feel as if your heart is breaking the first few nights, but hang tough and all will be well.

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  4. Jordana

    The NY Sun loves FLEET WEEK! The title of the review is “The Biggest Crowd-Pleaser of the Festival.”
    I count the Times review as grudgingly positive.
    Thank you for your support, Ian and friends!!!

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  5. chip

    I started a live journal blog, that has one lame entry. If you want to see how lame it is, click on my name above.
    Ferberizing reminds me of the dry cleaners that promise to “martinize” your clothes. I’d like Lucy with a little less starch, please. You can have her cleaned by 4 o’clock Wednesday? That would be fine.

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  6. Kevin

    Yes indeed it is weavens, as a former serious Latin student (Catholic School from K-12), and sometimes dabbler in the ancient tongue of a more civilized world.
    Tanya, also agreed that is a good ep of the West Wing. I believe that “President Bartlett” also speaks to another bit of Roman history when he states that at the height of the Roman Empire, and person could walk freely throughout the known world without fear of death or skull-duggery, simply by whispering the phrase “Civis Romanis” – “I am a Roman Citizen”. The idea was that if even one Roman citizen was harmed, the full weight of the empire would strike down upon the perpetrators. The exact quote from the episode:
    “Did you know that two thousand years ago a Roman citizen could walk across the face of the known world free of the fear of molestation. He could walk across the earth unharmed, cloaked only in the words ‘Civis Romanis’, I am a Roman citizen. So great was the retribution of Rome, universally understood as certain, should any harm befall even one of its citizens. Where was Morris’s protection, or anyone else on that plane? Where is the retribution for the families and where is the warning to the rest of the world that Americans shall walk this earth unharmed, lest the clenched fist of the most mighty military force in the history of mankind comes crashing down on your house!?” -Josiah Bartlett The West Wing, “A Proportional Response”

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  7. Seth

    Don’t forget the Times’ other glowing extractable quotes, such as “ably performed,” and “all of . . . [the cast] can really belt it out,” and, of course, the most obvious marketing gem, “[Laura Perloe] spends most of the second act bound and gagged and writhing on the floor.”

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  8. emma

    Click on name to see my blog. Even if you think the writing sucks or is boring, I just learned how to post pix and you can at least see two of the cutest children in the world (with the exception of Lucy, of course or any other children of readers on this blog.)
    I never took Latin, but my father repeated that phrase so many times growing up that it is one I will never forget.

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  9. eric g.

    I always wondered why my Uncle Charlie was such an awesome Jarts player (even with a tumbler of vodka the size of Idaho in the other hand). Now I know: my mother’s side of the family hails from Russell, NY, which is very near Glens Falls. He must’ve gotten one of the early sets and, therefore, had years of practice before I started attending family reunions with him.

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  10. Lindsay

    Oh, come on. Way to focus on the mildly positive, Ian.
    The Sun review was a RAVE! Here’s the complete text (courtesy of Jordana):
    The Biggest Crowd-Pleaser of the Festival
    New York International Fringe Festival
    BY RHYS SOUTHAN
    August 23, 2005
    “Fleet Week: The Musical” might be the biggest crowd-pleaser at this year’s Fringe.
    This campy production bills itself “a gay salute to the patriotic musicals of yesteryear,” so it’s no surprise that “Fleet Week” has a wonderfully jazzy score, about as many “seaman” puns as an audience can stand, and a silly plot in which the Statue of Liberty falls in love and Martiniquean terrorists attack New York. What you might not guess is that it’s also sweet, old-fashioned, and fun for straight people.
    “Fleet Week” follows the lives of four sexually desperate (and confused) Coast Guard sailors on shore leave. They’d resigned themselves to the necessity of homosexuality while on the lonely seas, but what if their chummy songs and seductive jigs fail to woo the opposite sex on shore? Is it back to their old ways? Was it really just necessity that brought them together in the first place? As one song goes, “You’re only queer at the pier – or so all the sailors say.”
    As “Fleet Week” opens, the gay story elements are so subtle that it seems the musical might hark back to the old days, when gay themes were merely a subtext for a knowing audience. But this is the sort of musical where the good guys overhear a dastardly plot, then put their hands to their ears while looking back and forth and up and down with shocked expressions. Only a few lines miss their mark, however, and the dialogue ranges from clever to forgivably pandering – one character calls the Statue of Liberty “You magnificent slut!”
    A couple of subplots are amusing enough, even if they feel a little tacked-on. A romance between the Statue and the captain of the ship – who is rarely seen with his mates, alienating the story from the rest of the musical – provides the main straight love story. Anyone who has fallen in love in his golden years, or juggled his career with his relationship to a statue, will relate.
    A far weaker story line involves terrorists from Martinique who have teamed up with a homophobic redneck named Tex to blow up the Statue. The terrorists’ French accents are incomprehensible, and their motivation isn’t clear until the end; it doesn’t really matter, though, because neither the writer nor the characters, who continue obsessing about their love problems while their lives are on the line, care much about what the terrorists are up to.
    At least “Fleet Week” deftly avoids September 11 overtones. This is first plot relating to blasting a New York landmark I’ve seen in a comedy since the day irony died.
    One of the best songs, “Sort of at Sea,” is sung by two men reasoning that the bathhouse they’re in resembles the salty air of the lonely ship, and makes it okay for them to stay together. Homophobes get their comeuppance when Tex, who blames homosexuality on the Statue of Liberty, has to suffer a gay kiss on the mouth and an untimely death. Hilariously, the play lets him redeem himself just before he dies.
    “Fleet Week” succeeds in part because it refuses to trap itself with inside jokes directed solely at a gay audience. It is the sort of musical we don’t see much of anymore, unhindered by depth and darkness. Its has a modest innocence that it never subverts, even with bathhouse scenes and a save-the-day gay marriage.
    ————–
    And speaking of Jordana, The Seigels, in Theatermania said “its strongest element is its score by Sean Williams, Jordana Williams, and Mac Rogers — particularly, its sparkling lyrics.”
    Go, Jordi!

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  11. ken

    An infrequent commentor and occasional visitor, I’d be happy to put my URL out there. Glad to see I’m not the only one to see a drastic drop-off in ‘hits’ this month.

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  12. alyson

    i have a blog, but i can’t leave the link, because i’m too self-conscious. it just doesn’t hold up to the standards of this one. for instance, i haven’t started any nationally recognized political trends. nor do i have an army of family members willing to blog for me at a moment’s notice. we just can’t all be as cool as you.

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