Saturday I had a most glorious show. Here is a review.
Come to my last show at the IndyFringe and make it one of the best nights ever!

An entrance in theatre is a potent moment and one I am enjoying more than any other. It is a meeting, a seeing and revealing, in honor of the question, 'What is happening now?', before anything more happens. It is a promise of wellness, for whatever our state, we enter with hope, we choose to reveal ourselves for a chance at survival. Death is certain, and so survival means to give something that will outlive us, something intangible, immortal. The clown exists in this way. My most recent entrance, in one moment brought both laughter and sorrow and what remained upon my exit was indescribable.

It was well over a year after the performance of my autobiographical self directed monologue In Stitches when someone saw me on the street and exclaimed, "It's you! It's you! You're the one from the show!" Her exclamation was so fresh as if the performance was yesterday. It was me. I felt moved. I wanted to do something for her. I wanted more and it seemed so did she. This was the moment that performance and acting and clown chose me. This thing that I gave to the world came back and it was overwhelming and moving. This quality, this sensation, this force.

I am impressed all over again since my appearance in the recent Ricky Gervais film The Invention of Lying. I was sent an email last night via my website from someone who had spotted me. How did he know it was me? He had seen my street show in Harvard Square and remembered my stage name. (I haven't performed in Harvard Square since maybe 2003 and I have since dropped the stage name.) He googled "stitch Boston juggler ladder" and my CV came up.

It looks like I'll be in this business for some time to come.
Thank you all!

I posted a new edited promo video of my stage act under Comedy: Theater: Video. Check it out!

Last month David Aiken featured me in an interview on his blog. He's an adventurous and passionate international variety entertainer with an impressive touring schedule. He posts almost daily to his blog from anywhere and everywhere in the world. I wonder, is he ever off the grid? Where does he go then?

Glowing hearty souls. We appear as tanks, dogs, mice, caricatures, suns, gentlemen, travelers, family. We speak the language of spirit, the depths of each personal history is summoned, reveals itself in the moment, alters, and is revealed again. I live in unbearable beauty and play with illusion, reality as it appears. We are captivated by others' souls, masked by illusions, and find unity, synchronicity, compassion. We wish not to disband. We wish not to stand on the corner awaiting a streetcar, coins in hand, traversing city streets, spreading like rays, to bed, alone, dreaming. We wish to leave our bodies, soar above the city, convene and disperse freely like birds through sky.

I put a new face on the website.
New Years Eve is booked!

Last week had me driving through the doldrums as did our young hero, Milo, in The Phantom Tollbooth. No signs, meandering roads winding me, sluggish and lost, to nowhere in particular, exacerbated by long days of darkness! There is a place on Earth called The Doldrums - the "equatorial calms". A place where so little wind dooms sailing ships. Also a place where hurricanes arise, where I have the leisure to determine my course for the year, plot some points, as a gust leads to breeze, wind, and gale.