Pollywog
Paul Hastings
- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona, USA
- Birthday
- April 05
- Bio
- Paul Hastings has been a designer, actor and director in the theater at the Folger Shakespeare Theater in Washington, DC, the Circle in the Square in New York, and the Philadelphia Theater Company in Philadelphia.
By the mid eighties, he transitioned into workplace training with the Council for Adult and Experiential Learning based in Chicago.
By the mid nineties, he had moved into video production as a writer/director and on-camera host with Arden Media Resources, producers of the Families of the World series.
Mr. Hastings is currently living in Phoenix where he teaches English to immigrant and refugee students from Burma, Thailand, Nepal, India, Iraq and several other countries. He finds the work both challenging and rewarding.
Throughout all the above changes, Mr. Hastings has continued to write. He is currently hoping to make some serious money as a screenwriter. His latest screenplay, Pollywog, will soon be making the rounds.
MY RECENT POSTS
- AN OPEN LETTER TO WILL SHORTZ
December 11, 2011 12:45AM - Creative Writing? How about
the U. of I. Jazz Band?
November 25, 2011 02:42PM - The Life of a Sculptor for a
Rolling Stone?
November 14, 2011 10:59PM - Italian Awakening at the
University of Illinois
November 05, 2011 03:05PM - On Becoming an Artist:
Champaign-Urbana, 1963
October 29, 2011 01:16AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “It was fun getting
together last night. I enjoyed
the
thoughtfulness of this
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December 18, 2011 12:27PM - “Nice photography;
reminded my strongly of my
youth in New
Hampshire, a
climate no…”
December 18, 2011 12:05PM - “Hello! You found me via
my piece on Will Shortz's
crossword
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thought…”
December 11, 2011 10:32AM - “Leon,
Short, funny
and right on!! You sound like
life is full of promise,
like
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November 15, 2011 12:25PM - “I'm so glad I found you.
I can smell the newsprint and
feel
the felty colored
pap…”
October 29, 2011 12:31AM
Paul Hastings's Links
- New list
- growing up PK
AN OPEN LETTER TO WILL SHORTZ
Mr. Will Shortz … Read full post »
Creative Writing? How about the U. of I. Jazz Band?
I had already been at the University of Illinois for two years as a sculpture major when I decided it wasn’t for me. But if I was going to bail out of fine arts, what would I do instead? I tried a course in creative… Read full post »
The Life of a Sculptor for a Rolling Stone?
I didn’t get into the sculpture studio at the University of Illinois until my sophomore year. Everything was available to us; a welding area, plaster, tubs of clay, a foundry area for bronze casting. There were six sculpt… Read full post »
Italian Awakening at the University of Illinois
Italian was the perfect class to complement my art courses. How did I choose that most beautiful of Romance languages? I think it was my brother, Phil, and his friend Pete who had inspired me back in Milwaukee. They were… Read full post »
On Becoming an Artist: Champaign-Urbana, 1963
Hello Champaign-Urbana
In September of 1963, Mom and my sisters drove me from Park Forest to the University of Illinois in Champaign-Urbana, about a hundred miles south. It was an intimidating and exciting place; students… Read full post »
Escape to Park Forest
In November of 1959, Dad interviewed and guest preached at Faith United Protestant Church in Park Forest, Illinois, the southern-most suburb of Chicago; and in December, he was hired. I had just started at Riverside High School in Milwaukee, but Phil was within a semester of graduation… Read full post »
Civil Rights Come to Our House (from Growing Up PK)
Civil Rights Come to Our House
Chocolate People, Little Darkies and World War Two
When I was little, I didn’t know I was white. I looked like everybody else in my little town of Lisbon, New Hampshire. In the early 1950’s it was my whole world.… Read full post »
My Private Life Invaded
MY LOVE LIFE INVADED
I was a slow starter in the race to sexual maturity. When Dad finally told me the facts of life and how he and Mom had made me, I threw up. But the hours my brother and I spent pouring over Peyton Place opened the door… Read full post »
Hanni
HANNI
Hanni, a handsome young man from Jerusalem with jet black hair and olive skin, showed up for writing class only occasionally. That the college had required him to take an ESL English class was an insult. He’d show up late, al… Read full post »
Darcy (from growing up PK)
Darcy
I started the summer of 1959 lost and alone in the great abyss between eighth grade and freshman year. Of course, it didn’t help that Fifi, my first love, had moved to Berkeley. But life has its way. Somehow in the midst of all this, another girl came into… Read full post »
My Private Life Invaded; Fifi, my First Love
My Private Life Invaded
The only major invasion of my sexual privacy came in 1959. By then, I was fourteen and had mastered the secret art of jerking off. There seemed to be no end to the sperm I could produce. My artwork matured as well. I bought
… Read full post »The Facts of Life and the Big O(from Growing up PK)
Dad and the Facts of Life
Despite all the necking parties I went to, I still had never had an orgasm. I knew practically nothing about sex. I just knew that the idea of naked girls and petting (whatever the heck that was) gave me that special feeling down low-… Read full post »
Rock 'N' Roll, Rob, and Mrs. Dialey's Dancing Class
Girls and Rock ‘n’ Roll
I turned twelve in nineteen fifteen seven, which explains everything. My gonads were finally pumping testosterone into my skinny little frame, and my interest in rockets and chemistry began to drop off. I was growing curly hair in secret places and usi
… Read full post »My First Chemistry Set and the Russians (from Growing up PK)
As with all Christmases, we waited until after the mid-day turkey dinner to open our presents. It was a tradition in our house and had been ever since the Pilgrims landed, I was sure. My friends would call at
… Read full post »Wolfgang and Mr. Bick
Wolfgang and the Krauts
I stopped being the new guy in class when a newer guy showed up, Wolfgang. He was German and very polite to the teachers, always bowing. He was also great at soccer. At recess, he’d keep the ball in the air by bouncing it
… Read full post »A New Life in Milwaukee
On November first, 1954, we left our little town in the mountains and headed west for Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Dad was offered five thousand dollars a year to be the Minister of Christian Educ
… Read full post »Mom takes on Dad, Jesus and my art teacher
Mom versus Dad and Jesus.
The only time I ever saw Mom break ranks with Dad was once at dinner time. Betsy and I were setting the table, when Dad came out from his study and told Betsy to set an extra place.
… Read full post »Town Men, Japs and Commies(from Growing up PK)
Growing up in the mountains had a powerful effect on me. We lived above the river valley on the north side of town at the top of Grafton Street. Across the street, Mr. Libby’s pasture rose steeply through cow pies and then into white pine
… Read full post »Our Neighborhood (from Growing Up PK)
Skeets
Henry was older than the rest of us kids, eighth grade, I think, and he was different. He wore thick glasses and had tufts of hair growing out of his ears and white foam in the corners of his mouth. And he talked in li
… Read full post »Growing up PK: Art, naked women and Sundays.
Art and Naked Women
Mom was my soul mate. Like peas in a pod, Mom and I. As a kid, I loved to watch her draw. Her eyes would move back and forth from the subject to the paper and back to the subject. Her pencil would wander
… Read full post »Growing up PK*: PK. Definition: a preacher's kid
Growing Up PK* (Definition: Preacher’s Kid)
Chapter 1: Wherein the Hastings family settles in Lisbon
In the summer of 1951 our family moved from Taunton, Massachusetts to Lisbon New Hampshire, a mill town on the Ammonoosuc River just west of the White Mountains. There were
… Read full post »
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