The New Colony just posted a song from the final show of our 2009 season: Tupperware: An American Musical Fable. Take a listen.
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I’m really excited to be a part of this group, even in the minor role of board member. It’s theater companies like these that make Chicago the most exciting theater city in the world — at least in my opinion. You should definitely come see the show, which opens July 13th.
If the mood strikes you, we’re also in the midst of our summer donation drive. Any donation would be a big help. Here’s more information:
Everyone benefits when a musical has musicians! The audience claps! The singers sing!
Your $25 donation will pay for the stipend of one musician for one performance of Tupperware. Your contribution is tax-deductible, and you’ll have the warm fuzzy feeling that you helped a daddy get new strings for his baby. You would also, of course, be invited to come see Tupperware and notice that $25 is not that much to support such a talented group.
How to donate:
Make a secure online donation with paypal via our website: http://thenewcolony.org/support.php
Send a check made payable to The New Colony to PO BOX 409256, Chicago IL 60640
Tupperware: An American Musical Fable is scheduled to open July 13th, 2009 at La Costa Theatre, 3931 N Elston Ave – Chicago IL 60618
Tickets on sale at http://thenewcolony.org/tupperware
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My grandparents were very excited to get me one of those cards that plays music for my birthday. Unfortunately, they couldn’t figure out how to record the message that plays before the music, so when I opened it all I heard was, “Press and hold button to record your message before the song.” Sometimes technology just gets in the way.
Yay! Shama’s finally back from Ireland. I went with her dad and brother to meet her at the airport, but before I did I stopped by Party City and got the largest non-Hannah-Montana balloon they had.
We waited outside of Exit A, as instructed by the monitors, for over an hour… but no Shama. We saw the Aer Lingus flight attendants in their teal crazysuits come and go… but no Shama. We started to worry — did they lose her luggage? Did she pick a fight with a customs agent? Did she turn into a being of pure energy and lose interest in humanity?
Finally, we saw a grumpy girl, head down, dragging bags behind her, pass right in front of us — coming from the opposite end of the terminal.
Shama somehow managed to pass through the doors of Exit B and had been wandering the airport for the last 20 minutes wondering why no one bothered to meet her at the airport.
Shama: I kept thinking, “Who’s the idiot with the balloon?”
That’s me. I’m the idiot with the balloon. Welcome home, Shama.
I spend most of my time at work programming a sprawling application that is used by almost everyone at Jellyvision as their main production tool. We’re constantly adding in new features so it can be a little buggy. I often hear about it when it acts up.
Talking to Ryan in the kitchen today, he said, “I know I complain about [software] a lot, but I wanted you to know that it behaved really well today.”
I gave a similar report to Allard after dog sitting his new puppy last week.
Yay! Gratuitous picture of a puppy that looks like an Ewok!
Wolfram Research recently released their new analytical search engine, WolframAlpha. It’s nice to see an Illinois company making a big splash.
Just for fun I “Wolframed” myself to see what it would say; it didn’t hurt a bit!
It seems my name has become quite popular lately. My parents were literally ahead of the curve on this one. What was an obscure name when they picked it in the 70′s has become the 40th most popular name in America.
A giant new Whole Foods opened up near work this week — the third biggest in the world. It’s a pretty amazing place, actually. This morning, walking to work, I ran into someone who was less enthusiastic about it:
Dude: Hey, man, let me ask you something. Evan’s Inner Monologue: (Uh oh. Here we go.) Evan: What’s that? Dude: You don’t think this Whole Foods belongs here, do you? Evan: I don’t know. It just moved from across the street. What’s the difference? Dude: It’s a sell-out. That’s what it is. Why you got to sell out President Obama like that? Evan’s Inner Monologue: (Wait. What? Obama? How can I get out of this conversation.) Evan: Well, as long as VIP’s is still there, right? Dude: Yeah! That’s a good point. I never thought of that!
About two years ago I wrote about my brother Brian taking a softball in the face after it took a bad hop. Well, like brother, like brother. I’m now the proud owner of three stitches aftera similar incident. On this trip to the emergency room, however, Brian wasn’t the patient, he was the doctor. Well, actually he was working in pediatrics and didn’t do the stitches himself as I hoped he would, but he came down and ushered me through the ER. Handy!
By the way, along with my stitches, I’m also the proud owner of a really stupid looking moustache/mutton chops amalgam.
Somehow I got on a mailing list for retirees: AARP sends me membership cards, charities ask me to consider my legacy, and this week I was informed how men my age sometimes have difficulty urinating.
I’m like some sort of time traveler getting a sneak peek at my junk mail from 30 years in the future. (Will there even be junk mail 30 years from now?)
Journey to the End of the Night 2009 has come and gone and no one could have asked for better weather… unless you were sprinting as fast as you could wearing a gorilla suit. In that case you might have preferred it a bit cooler.
I think my favorite part of the whole night might have been the bus ride home with blue and pink ribboned Chicagoans boarding and disembarking, all sharing stories of their adventures that night.
Other fond memories:
Accidentally chasing three dudes who weren’t actually playing the game — possibly freaking them out a little bit.
A cop yelling out his car at me… only to ask me where my gorilla mask was. (I would have worn it but I couldn’t see anything out of it. Also, it smelled weird.)
Chasing people through Bridgeport where it was nice to see that kids still actually play outside in their neighborhood. They loved the idea of our game so I gave them the few blue armbands I had collected and told them if they wore them they might get chased by people with pink armbands. They ended up just running from anyone who came by.
Below is a map of the checkpoints for anyone who might be interested. As a “staff chaser” my job was to patrol certain choke points and make people run.
In London we happened to walk past a statue of Michael Faraday outside the Institution of Engineering and Technology. I had Shama stop and take a picture of me with him. (Nice pose, Evan.)
While we were walking away, another dude was getting another lady to take his picture in front of the statue. When I asked if he was an engineer too, the lady laughed, nodded, and rolled her eyes.
In Dublin Shama had me stop and take a photo of her punching James Joyce in the balls.
I was worried when Dax moved away from Chicago he’d leave behind a bunch of people who still wanted to play the crazy games he organized with no one to run them.
Luckily, Dax decided to come back to Chicago this weekend and run his game, “Journey to the End of the Night.” I’ll be helping him out by chasing people around. I may or may not be dressed in a ridiculous costume which may or may not resemble food.
The game involves running through the city to different checkpoints without getting tagged by a chaser. If you do, you become a chaser yourself, and the beat goes on.
The game will start Saturday, May 2nd at 6.30 PM at 280 S. Columbus. Just show up and be prepared to run. You’ll be given maps and other information at the starting line.
What’s that you say? You’re not in Chicago? You live in DC? Well, there’s a simultaneous game in Washington on May 2nd as well!
Soooo… My camera broke on a ferry sailing in the vast Atlantic Ocean. Naturally, I took it apart. Scoff if you will, ladies and gentlemen, but my previous camera broke in the same way and I fixed it! That’s right. I took out a million screws, put back 999,995, and it worked again… until I dropped it in a lake.
This one didn’t work again. I actually got it more or less functional, but as I was putting it back together the tiniest of gears popped out and I had no idea where it went. Turns out that little gear was pretty important.
I need a new camera. Any suggestions?
(By the way, if you’re curious, here’s the last picture my camera ever took)
Does anyone have a sink like this in their home? If so, how are you not constantly annoyed all the time? How do you brush your teeth with only scalding hot or freezing cold water as an option? No sir, I don’t like it.
In the London tube stations there were a bunch of travel ads for Chicago. I didn’t see many ads for other places — maybe one or two for Aruba — but maybe I just didn’t notice the other places.
The ads weren’t very good, but everytime I saw one I felt the need to point it out. Look! It’s Chicago! I think it made Shama a little homesick. It made me a little homesick too even though I’d only been gone for a couple weeks.
The New Colony just posted a song from the final show of our 2009 season: Tupperware: An American Musical Fable. Take a listen.
