". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Sunday, October 23, 2016

L'autumn Est Arrivé

Yesterday I wore my little fingerless woolly mitts for the first time. Carried an umbrella. It was about 45 degrees at 5:30 PM. It had been quite windy and raining off and on for the last day and a half.

Central Park
Today's bright and sunny, with a high in the low - mid 50's.  Not so windy.

We had rehearsal again.

I have more rehearsal than anyone, because every time el V does a run-through at the time convenience of any of the other readers, I'm there too.

OTO, I need more rehearsal than anyone. But no amount of rehearsal will give me stage presence. This will be obvious surely in the video that is going to be shot of the performance, which, hopefully, can be sent to interested groups and organizations who want to do this in their city.

This was a classic, perfect Sunday afternoon in late October NYC. Just lovely.

Hudson Hotel Lobby
This afternoon we went uptown, where we met with two of the other readers in one of the Hudson Hotel's spaces to do another through of Slave Coast' s script for the Symphony Space performance Friday night.  It was so pleasant in this hotel where lots of show biz parties get thrown, filled with cheerful tourists and out-of-towners enjoying a New York Sunday afternoon in October.  Both K and L have performed there at different time. We had a good run-through too.

After we broke up, el V and I wandered Central Park. Ended up back down here. Got falafel sandwiches and ate them in Washington Square Park. We haven't done anything like that in years.

During the wanderings nary a sign for either candidate was to be seen anywhere, nor lapel buttons, bumper stickers -- none.  This has never happened here in a presidential election before, methinks.

Relaxing a bit.

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