- Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
- September 18
- Once: Jesuit Priest, Circus Producer, Clown, Actor, High School Performing Arts Teacher.
Currently: Sometime connector of certain Dots...........(er, Gifts)
MY RECENT POSTS
- The Mind's Eye
April 16, 2014 04:58PM
- Adam and Eve and Their Westie
April 09, 2014 06:00PM
- The Humanity of Trade
March 30, 2014 03:40PM
- Private Phones and Public
March 23, 2014 05:50PM
- Seniors Sharing Shakespeare
March 18, 2014 02:57PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Randy--Might it be a
Syringa Tree? Eve rendered all
May 23, 2012 10:12PM
- “Crustulum and LJS: Even
if I didn't know, I would be
sense that you
April 16, 2012 09:13AM
- “Thanks Art. I spend some
time leading folks to
March 29, 2012 07:55AM
I have long
since shed the "potato"
element in my diet. It
March 05, 2012 08:40AM
- “Frank and LJS,
fear I've misled. The pictures
I'm avoiding of such places
September 12, 2011 07:57AM
Nick Weber's Links
My neighbor's imagination soars . . .
In a large senior residence such as mine, there aren’t many surprises that delight. Even the ear-shredding arrivals of emergency vehicles or police are sadly commonplace. Fourteen floors of mostly single seniors who either have—or think… Read full post »
Seamus slept through all my Shakespeare classes and . . .
his successor, Luigi, left after one class.
It helps if you know that for two years I seldom went to bed without patting the cheek of a two-ton rhinoceros and wishing him “Goodnight.” His na/… Read full post »
An old art surprised me anew in a recent phone interview with a publishing representative. It was the ancient and care-filled art of trading. Encounters with such agents and retail clerks are daily for most of us, and our degrees of satisfaction vary dramatically. My publisher rep--self-described as… Read full post »
I, Polonius. One of the nastiest eavesdroppers Shakespeare ever invented. [Nick Weber, 1998]
There is an absurd conflict between the isolation a person achieves through involvement with a cell phone, and the very public intimate revelations the same person makes while speaking over … Read full post »
Nick as Juliet's Nurse in 1998--C'mon friends. The first person to try this role was male.
My recent energies have managed to structure a fifteen-year-old hobby of mine which began back in 1998 with my cobbling together a one-man theater piece, “Shakespeare, Just for Fun!&rd… Read full post »
It was my morning trudge and sludge through the latest Milwaukee snowfall. Mercifully I hadn’t yet heard that the groundhog saw his shadow. I was miserable enough. And residually bitter about the weather we’ve been having.
At least the sky was clear and the sun bright as I pulled u… Read full post »
I was attacked by a tiger while southbound on Chicago’s Red Line Thanksgiving night. It wasn’t a crowded train but boasted the usual mix of ages, races and genders variously dozing, chatting, idling, or “not present” (my current label for folks occupied with text conversations… Read full post »
I needed some vegetables. On what was to be my short trip to the grocery I stopped in our building’s lobby to check whether the mail had arrived. It hadn’t. In kibitzing with some of my neighbors about the seeming haphazard postal delivery hours, the subjects of misplaced mail and identit… Read full post »
“Could you by any chance spare a buck or two? Car just ran out of gas.”
I shook my head perhaps too resolutely. I recognized the woman. She’s hit me up three times in a month. Always right there near the Walgreens parking lot where I catch the bus. Her car… Read full post »
Charles Isherwood’s recent review of a play rekindled for me a nagging twitch. The play comprises only the actors’ preparation for a play no one ever sees. Are we going to run out of gimmicks for tantalizing ourselves into taking ritual seriously? Are we too ADD, ADHD or just plain fickle… Read full post »
Of late I’ve noticed myself buddying up to handrails, especially those alongside stairs I’m either climbing or descending. It doesn’t go with the territory; it goes with the time. I’m at that age when falling is among the greatest of fears.
But out for an afternoon walk on Sat… Read full post »
Such excitement. Our building invested several thousand dollars in buried electrical service to our front flower beds to illuminate Rudolph’s nose. Just about.
Last year before we could don even our less-than-gay Advent apparel, a pair (buck and doe judging from the antler distribution) of thos… Read full post »
Mild weather and a sunny afternoon seemed tailored to my walk. My mood was not in the least aligned or tailored. I was cranky almost from the start. Everything was an irritant: idle chatter alongside a soccer game in the park, the usual panhandlers around Walgreens, stock bumperstickers (are there an… Read full post »
Ever hear of a Russian folk tune “The Cutlet Polka”? I hadn’t either until a neighbor friend brought it up. Apparently it was the theme for five variations by important Russian composers and is the backstory for what we all know as “Chopsticks.” I quipped that a cu… Read full post »
Counting this one, I have three more morning coffee klatches before I perform my real civic duty. Yes it’s related to the election on Tuesday; no it doesn’t rest primarily on that election’s outcome. It will, however, reveal—even to me—just how seriously I take my role a… Read full post »
When you’re possessed of model quality good looks, you shouldn’t try to sneak to the head of a long line. Especially if you’re wearing a bright red hoodie. Especially if the line is a desperate one trying to get out of Manhattan before a monster storm. But the rascal was so suc… Read full post »
Stories breed stories. In that they are organic, almost by nature, they guarantee themselves a deceptively integral place as a vital need in our chronological ordering of personal and social history. That’s not a lot of bull—most of the time.
I was re-confronted with the place of story a… Read full post »
“That’s the Siberian Chain Escape. I’m a magician.”
No problem. On he rummaged through auxiliary laptop speakers, placards and clothing. Now the shaving, kit that was another matter. Pill bottles. Unmarked. A border check discovering my supply of “C” supplement co… Read full post »
This morning I saw the Calico for the first time. We’re talking cats here, and that Calico is one among many felines who have found a welcome doorstep at my sister’s home in rural Utah. It’s very difficult for a theater man to encounter cats and not come face to face/… Read full post »
Ah, a two hour ride from San Francisco to Sacramento and a chance to nap. I chose the non-sunny side of the bus only a few rows from the front to avoid the noisy chatter so common to rear seats. (I’ve been riding Greyhounds since 1953.) Peace and quiet. Good smooth… Read full post »
My ride was to be from a friend; the meetup at the corner of Berkeley’s Shattuck and Center Streets. I had no sooner told Toto we weren’t at Wisconsin and Water Streets in Milwaukee than I heard a voice more graveled than Satchmo’s cry out “Hey! Wait a minute! Wait a/… Read full post »
I spent at least a month planning the luggage details for the two month journey I am now on, a week of procuring supplies and at least three days nervously packing and squeezing everything I needed and would own for the trip into a backpack, fanny-pack and carryon suitcase. It a/… Read full post »
It’s obvious that if you travel you set yourself up for discovery, at least something unusual, modestly different horizons. And surprise can be the welcome outrider of every trip.
The homely Greyhound trip from Milwaukee to Chicago is usually crowded with just a cross-section of very domestic… Read full post »
Okay circus performers and producers, this is going to be a test. How can you tell whether you’re marking time, running your paces, or engaging time and getting souls to pick up their pace at finding what life might be?
Watch the kids. Out of the mouths of babes. Learn from… Read full post »
There wasn’t anything fancy or contrived about the lighting; you could see where you were going and where other people were around you. Iconography was at a minimum as was the level of ambient music. The humidity was a bit high because of the weather system outside. There was excitement in… Read full post »