Slow Actors Dozing

Ahhhh, Minneapolis. It's still here, just as I left it two weeks ago, except twenty degrees hotter and a billion dewpoints more humid (Dewpoints? Barometer pressures? Dopplegangers? Ohms? Whatever.), which seems to be brining out some kind of increased nuttiness in the locals. On one of the buses I rode today, four seats-worth of people -- random strangers to each other -- were engaged in a wild, flying-spittled shouting match about whether the Bible says that Eve took a bite of the APPLE, which created the disastrous fall of mankind, or whether no EXACT FRUIT is specified, which implies that the disastrous fall of mankind could have been precipitated by an orange, a banana, a nectarine, maybe even just one small, puckered lingonberry. A Jesus-loving African-American fellow was VERY adamant (get it -- ADAMant? Ar ar!) about the APPLE being to blame for ALL the evil in this world...his chief opponent was across the aisle -- a girl in a TGIF uniform who had an actual Bible in her hands, and was jabbing at the page and retorting, "Fruit! Fruit! It says here, fruit! Eve coulda gone and got herself a BANANA for all you know, brotha!" The entire front of the bus got involved, including the driver. It was like in "Fiddler on the Roof", where all of Anatevka is shouting, "Horse! Mule! Horse! Mule! Traditionnnn...Tradition!"

But I digress. My main point is -- I'm back home, VERY bleary, VERY sleep-deprived, and I miss the Cincy Fringe. I can't believe how profoundly fatigue hits when the adrenaline rush stops...I fell asleep while getting my hair trimmed today. I think I feel asleep while walking, and while eating.

I agree with everything Matt and Tim and Les and Kurt and Embryonic Fluid have written -- it was a total joy being immersed in a Fringe so full of enthusiasm, smart, creative, talented people, and folks who are SO committed to making alternative arts happen in Cincy -- audience members willing to take risks on shows far from typical repertory fare...volunteers willing to
donate time in hot buildings, standing on their feet for hours...a staff working their BUTTS off while still staying cheery and calm and upbeat...and artists who were such a delight to meet and talk to and get to know. I am so, SO grateful for the immense kindness everyone showed me -- thank you ALL for all the hugs and great discussions and kind words and rides and running around and fanning me with palm fronds and feeding me peeled grapes and finding me cabana boys to massage my...oh, wait -- that last part only happened in my head --er, in general, THANK YOU, everyone, for everything. This Fringe is off to a pretty awesome start, and is only going to get better -- and I hope to be here to see it do so!

I'll be back this weekend to do that one last show thang -- if you have friends/family/peers/dates/whatever who haven't yet seen "Does This Monologue...", DO send them on Sunday at 2 pm! Perhaps by then I won't be falling asleep mid-sente

Zzzzzzzz....

Love,
Amy Salloway

P.S. Please please, before they leave town, go see Donna Sellinger and Jo Marvel perform their show "Three". They are two incredibly talented young women -- great actors, great writers, and great at crafting impressively fluid ensemble work -- and "Three" is full of moments and details you'll remember long after you exit Gabriel's Corner. Yes. Go. Go now.