Thursday, November 14, 2002
Staff meeting in the morning. Met with Jeff Beck of Clinical Pharmacy after that to discuss the redesign of their subsite. Leftovers for lunch. Computer Support Meeting in the afternoon. Did surgery on Joel's PowerBook G3 Lombard (Bronze) because the hard drive was making noises like it was on its last million rotations. We ordered a replacement over the Web—about US$80. Leftovers for dinner. Saw Felice Picano's play called The Bombay Trunk, which is having its world premiere now at the New Conservatory Theater. The play is billed as a mystery comedy, so I was hoping for laugh-out-loud jokes and stomach-clutching hilarity. This play had almost none of that. Throughout there was an occasional chuckle with some sprinkles of outright laughs from the audience. It was quite entertaining nonetheless. While watching it, I got caught up in figuring out the mystery which lies on the surface: What secrets lie within the bombay trunk? and How did the man die? However, the play's beauty lies in its subtext wherein the viewer is challenged to determine what is and isn't reality, who is the audience versus who is the storyteller, and who is dead or dying or about to die. As you watch, the story becomes both clearer and murkier. The play had a short intermission, but we think some people didn't realize it and went home thinking it was over. At intermission a young dyke seated behind us said to the woman next to her, "I have no idea what's going on, do you?" And in the restroom Patrick heard someone say, "I wasn't sure if it was intermission or the end of the play." Another man said, "I'm thoroughly confused!" I, too, was confused when I went to sleep. I figured that since it didn't make sense it must be well-written. But...