Beloved Cinema

Suddenly, I'm reviewing movies for our local independent art cinema, the Drexel. My occasional reviews appear on their website. Here's my review of WIN WIN, starring Paul Giamatti, whose father I met a couple times. (That's described in the review,...

Poetry? Really? Poetry?

I'm several weeks into The Artist's Way with my Ohio State students. We're taking a course — I'm supposedly teaching it — called Personal Creativity & Innovation at the Fisher College of Business. Synchronicity is happening. The book promises good...

Pulling Strings

Last weekend, I enjoyed the puppet artistry of Tony Auseon in Available Light Theatre’s original Skyscrapers of the Midwest. (I’m going back next weekend. You?) Anyway, I remember when Matt Slaybaugh once said: “No puppets.” Well, puppets — and...

When Life Comes Together

It's the very meaning of "home game." When you know the place, the people, the message. You are wearing the right clothing. Everything you know is displayed for all to see. More Than ThatNo one else could do what you are doing. At least: not in the same...

Where To Go?

When you woke up this morning, you had a vision for the day. That vision was partly expressed in the places you might visit. A coffee shop? A cinema? A friend's home? The Museum of Art? The Franklin Park Conservatory? Our Days Are Shaped By Where We GoHow nice to...