- 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
- Prophets in the Body Shop
September 03, 2014 05:03PM
- It's All Done with Wires
August 07, 2014 11:40AM
- Time's Exchanges
July 30, 2014 08:43PM
- Lessons From the Little Ones
July 24, 2014 10:43AM
- Ritual Revisit
July 16, 2014 05:35PM
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I have long
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Nick Weber's Links
For decades, car advertising has featured and hyped everything but a product’s driveline. Each model has a model trumpeting its personality, its comfort zones, its gadgets, even its sexuality.
But here in Milwaukee at least, we have enjoyed for some years a working automobile outrightly condem… Read full post »
There’s a new excitement in my seldom-drab neighborhood manageing quite a distraction for an old guy taken to writing and books. And most of this imported adventure is visible from my apartment window and balcony.
First the surveyors arrived… Read full post »
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
What is this thing with little kids? All day long on our chance encounters they crack me up. They charm and amuse me… Read full post »
A simple elevator ride can take you more important places than just another level in a building.
A neighbor I have known for years was next to me as we rode toward our ground floor. After the usual innocuous pleasantries… Read full post »
From my tenth story apartment window I watched a couple of college-aged guys with explosives in a back parking lot. They were minor explosives but it was a major holiday: last Friday, the Fourth of July, Independence Day 2014. They were independent enough t… Read full post »
Saturday began with fog near Milwaukee’s lakefront. While there was a brightening by early afternoon, visibility was limited enough that the Blue Angels air show was cancelled. But not before thousands of folks were still migrating toward Veterans Park, folding chairs and coolers of beer in tow… Read full post »
There seem to be four different prompts in my reading of a book that will cause me to lay it aside. The first one I recognized was that of tears of sadness. A congruence of tragic… Read full post »
The recent Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey aerial accident dramatically moved a broad sector of the news-watching public. The… Read full post »
Never would I have guessed. A tall, spry gentleman, his close-cropped gray hair and clean-shaven face bespoke some grooming. He seemed absent-mindedly to flex and extend his fingers as if unkinking arthritic joints. But as he approached the corner of Brady and Humboldt,… Read full post »
Reading two novels in immediate succession with similar settings and issues has set me thinking about why I enjoy fiction. More than a matter of enjoyment, there is nutrition at stake. At times I ca… Read full post »
It began with a knock on my door. I didn’t answer. Within the hour the knock was repeated. I didn’t answer. After one more try with no response, the experiment stopped. But an important self-query had begun.
At first an easy meditation emerged on my reactions to fear. But fortunately… Read full post »
Watch that face; this horn is destined to be a clown prop.
As I write this, it’s Mother’s Day, and I’m wondering where Shakespeare and his dad would have bought the champagne for Mary Arden on such a day. I’m also thinking about the gathering around a… Read full post »
Well, I planted the seeds. Now the wait.
We all recognized a far better day than those we’d endured these past few weeks. It was warmer, we could see the sun and it could see us. The comings and goings and passings-by of commonplace living had traded the graveyard black,… Read full post »
Jens Larson and Nick Weber, a couple of circus guys chatting; in the argot of the trade, they're "cutting up jackpots"
It was a rough beginning for my first walk of last Saturday. On the front door of my building I had to pass the offensive police photo and attached… Read full post »
It is near impossible for us to imagine any theater production whose limits were as bare or minimal as Shakespeare’s. We have inherited centuries of production technologies, blessings mixed, since visual images so favor our eyes and distract us from the heady menu of language.
One afternoon be… Read full post »
Editing tools, then and now.
I started school in 1945 and finished graduate work in 1970. I was in school all of those years except for four when I switched sides of the teacher’s desk to learn teaching itself. Most of my efforts at pedagogy were in English literature and… Read full post »
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 »