Spending the morning trying to do another polish pass through the Zipperhead narrations. We did two new ones in rehearsal last week and ended up changing them quite substantially in improvisation. We were supposed to be recording them, but Steve can’t see in that dark room without his glasses and so he didn’t get any of it on tape (or more accurately on chip). I am going to have to make sure we press the right buttons next time. I think I’ve figured out what I said… and anyways it’s always more concise in the writing than if I’m talking it live. Other things I’m thinking this morning: I had a strange experience watching In Treatment on HBO. I’ve found this second season very engaging and it has felt to some extent like I am involved with the characters, or as if it is some kind of substitute for actual therapy, which no doubt I could use a few years of, but who can afford it? Anyway a young character runs out of the office and down the street… what street? My street? He runs to the local playground with my favorite bar in the background (the Gate). In other words, Dr. Paul (Gabriel Byrne) lives and practices just a few houses down from me. If I start to melt down this week I’m going to knock on his door. You think he’d take art in exchange for therapy? I’ve got no health insurance and even less money! Oh crap he’s fiction.

I am enjoying Spike Jonze’s Blog for the upcoming Where the Wild Things Are movie. It is called We Love You So Much. Back at ya Spike.