Monday, March 07, 2005

Out with the old...

...and in with the new

So roughly 40,000 miles (or at least seven years) of car shopping officially ended today with the purchase of a new Dodge Dakota.

I have to say I am very pleased with the truck, and also very pleased with the deal. Usually I think that with a purchase like this the most important thing is that after you're finished you feel like you got what you wanted and you didn't get taken.

In this particular case not only do we meet those two criteria, but I think we also got a great truck at a great price, and that we bargained successfully (after the fact, M said she felt a little bit like my Aunt Lois - and that is high haggling praise be sure). It turns out we did some good dealer research and found a good incentive, and we did some good internet research and found a particularly good truck - one they likely would not have shown us left to their own devices.

We started out well within what consumer reports says to pay, got them to sweeten the deal more than twice, and then got a free bed liner, a steam clean for the seats, and a lower interest rate than they initially quoted - and all without paying the maximum we would have spent.

The best part was that at lunch we picked a deal we would not exceed today no matter what they offered. I'm glad we did, because the second time they came back it was with a number I might have agreed to, but being that it was outside the rule we didn't angst over it there. We just said we'd have to think about it and that got them to come the rest of the way. If we hadn't put that hard number in our heads before we got there I think we would have paid their price on the second offer.

All of which in the end might amount to a hill of beans, and they certainly don't make a sale that doesn't work for them. But I know we didn't pay as much as we could have had we been less aggressive, and I'm happy with that.

It turns out the hardest part of the whole process was getting the plates off my old truck. In the end I think that took longer than the financing. They were so corroded it took three of us to get them removed.

So come on by and say hello. I'll give you a spin in my new ride.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

All David Class Mid Semester Honor Roll

All things pointing to a good semester for these students in my spring classes:

April Bartlett
Taylor Harris
Jennifer Henn
Adam Koch
Florencia Martin
Sara Rockwell
Beth Semler
Ian Schwartz

Congrats to all on a great quarter. Keep up the good work.

Half Way Home

I'm not sure when it happened, but half of the Spring semester has elapsed. The spring always blows by before you notice, but this year has been even faster. I'd even thought I had taken precautions to not get caught unaware, but its seems to be for naught. Between the days off at the top of the semester, and then Playground a couple weeks back, and now Spring Break and then ESTA/USITT the week after, there just never was much semester in this semester.

And now it is half gone.

We finally finished our interviews for next year's class today. Luckily I am only involved in the Pittsburgh interviews. I am sure had I gone to NYC, LA, Chicago, and Miami things would feel even more like a whirlwind. So we finished with the hopeful candidates and then I stayed and worked late, on a Sunday, during Spring Break to get into a stack of grading that has been growing out of control like kudzu in my office.

That's the problem with giving homework, even worse with exams, once you give them and the students go to the trouble of actually doing them you kind of have to grade them. I used to be so much more aggressive in giving assignments. At the rate I am softening, in two or three more years I won't assign anything at all.

I did eventually manage to find my desk, and the floor, under all the assignments and exams. I got my mid-term grades submitted just like I am supposed to, and solicited any problems with the PTM students that other faculty might be having so I can get my "letters of doom" started. All in all though I think I will let those letters sit until we get back. No real reason to sully anybody's break. Not like they'll do anything about it until we're back anyway. Might as well keep the stress quotient down, I so rarely get to decide.

So half a spring semester in the books, two weeks without class, and then only like six weeks until the end.

Zoom! Where did it go?

I had planned, earlier you saw it if you were following the site, to tie myself to the thesis schedule the 3rd years are on for my own writing of a book. Although I think I still have a longer document than the students, it hasn't grown much lately.

So many projects start and stop, or don't start at all. This gig is never ending, with so little perceptible headway. At least every semester you get to take a deep breath and pick up the pieces that got dropped.

One quarter to go.

Receivership

I was today by e-mail that I am officially not allowed to make any more decisions:

I think your advisory committee needs to re-form, and fast. Clearly you're in no condition to be making any of your own decisions. Effective immediately you are to once more report to [sic. the committee] before doing anything that might remotely have any adverse affect on any other part of your life. We will discuss how to proceed. Have I made myself clear?

Its nice to know that even when I am not thinking that there are those that are.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

More Car Shopping

Today we continued the truck research by looking at this one:

The Dodge

It is real nice. It is bigger than anything we've looked at so far, and all they seem to have on the lot are 4x4 V8's. I really only feel like I need a V6, and I could really take or leave the four wheel drive. Upon hearing that, the salesguy made it sound like he'd basically sell me the 4x4 V8 for the price of a 4x4 V6, and that he really didn't recommend the 4x2.

Maybe he's got a point.

Worlds collide

So I have this friend - ex girlfriend - Stevie. She worked at Chicago Scenic and The Guthrie, interned at The Yale School of Drama, obviously knows me, and lives in Chicago.

And I have this student - ex student - Katy. She works at Chicago Scenic, worked at The Guthrie, interned ae The Yale School of Drama, obviously knows me, and lives in Chicago.

So it seemed like it might make sense to hook them up. Maybe they would turn out to be friends.

We're at The Grafton and we had some food and are drinking. I just told my ?actor space-painting? story. I think Katy's pretty cool.
You didn't tell me she worked at, like, EVERYWHERE I worked! I told her the REAL truth behind the tire story. You have been leaving out the best parts.
Katy says ?hi,? she's fine, and I'm going to talk her into moving to my neck of the woods.
She also says, incredulously,? All those stories are ONE girlfriend!?!?
Um, well, yeah, I guess they are...

Give me your # and we'll semi-drunk dial you. Won't that be fun?
S and K
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Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld


I fear I may have made a tactical error. Only time will tell.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Really, that's not news

Sometimes I really do wonder about the news outlets we have available to us. I guess in some small way I am now part of this problem and not part of the solution. So, please, instead of a post criticizing this, try to imagine something wholly worth reading.

I am, of course, complaining about the wall to wall coverage of the release of Martha Stewart.

Last night I was watching CNN. OK, truthfully I was watching the Suns and the Pistons on TNT. During play stoppage I like to flip to CNN to see what is up in the world. Last night, after midnight, CNN had a camera crew and a reporter staked out on the road outside of the penal facility waiting to catch a glimpse of Ms. Stewart as she left. They had another crew at the airport, in case the driveby wasn't interesting - which it wasn't. A Suburban with tinted glass is not exciting.

For the last two days they have been almost "counting down to Martha" on CNN's morning show. Today they must have had a helicopter or a plane flying over the Stewart property taking pictures of her at home. I even heard them discussing Martha Stewart on Crossfire.

Really CNN, this isn't exactly news.

I'm fairly certain that CNN isn't alone in this coverage. I wouldn't be surprised (although I would be disappointed) to turn on PBS's "The News Hour" and find Martha coverage. So I guess I shouldn't be so hard on CNN.

Really the problem isn't CNN. The question here is the same as "Who is the real problem: drug pushers or drug users?" CNN is just pushing this K-rap. We're the morons that are buying it and putting it into our systems. If we didn't want it, they wouldn't air it.

What is wrong with us?

Really, who was the one that wanted to see those aerial shots of Martha today? Speak up. I'd like to meet you.

Whenever celebrity news dominates coverage, I am always left wondering what else is going on in the world. "Air America" has a promo going now with Susan Sarandon talking about seeing "Hotel Rwanda" where she posits: "what were we paying attention to then while we were missing this going on? OJ Simpson?" During the Simpson trial I kept wishing some news outlet would do a feature on all the other people arrested, tried, & convicted in the time it took to try OJ. During the John Benet investigation I wondered about all the other children murdered. During Chandra Levy and Lacy Peterson, I wondered about all the other missing persons.

It would seem to me that a news media that in a theatrical way was trying to build and educate its subscription base that the flashy cases would be a way into talking about the less flashy ones. And yet, even on an all news network like CNN, what we seem to get is flash.

I wonder who else was released from prison today and what they found when they got home? I bet there are plenty of interesting stories there. I also bet we don't get to hear them.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

DaveCAD

I don't think my drawing is improving...

in fact I am quite certain that if someone turned this in for my class I wouldn't accept it.

Too bad I drew most of it.

I'm assigning my Technical Design class a realized project for the first time. We've done prototypes before, but never committed to anything anyone was actually expecting us to finish for them - anything with any kind of a deadline. We're going to build the entry icon for this year's spring carnival. Hopefully it will be something real cool, with some animation and lighting. Hopefully.

Still, its a real cool project. Too cool to let go by. Now I just hope they have the budget we'll need. Well that and that I can find someone to produce a better drawing.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Times: Peter Foy

Here's the Times article, and an Old NPR Feature on Pete Foy...


March 2, 2005

Peter Foy, Who Sent Performers Flying, Dies at 79
By MARGALIT FOX

Peter Foy, an innovator in the art of theatrical flight who sent aloft figures from Mary Martin and Sally Field to rotund opera singers in full Valkyrie regalia, died on Feb. 17 in Las Vegas. He was 79 and lived in Las Vegas.

The cause was a heart attack, his wife, Barbara, said.

Described by The New York Times as "the most famous 'flyer' in show business," Mr. Foy spent his life suspending people by wires not much thicker than sewing thread and sailing them through the air by means of intricate systems of harnesses, pulleys and tracks he developed.

Mr. Foy lived, he often said, for the audible gasp from the audience when an earthbound performer suddenly took flight. He flew a string of Broadway Peter Pans, including Mary Martin, Sandy Duncan and Cathy Rigby. He flew Bob Hope, Jack Benny and Michael Jordan. He flew Garth Brooks over Texas Stadium and Nadia Comaneci over Times Square. He flew Liberace, piano and all.

Peter Stuart Foy was born in London on June 11, 1925. The Foys were a theatrical family, though no relation to the American vaudevillians of the same name, and Peter began his career as a child actor. At 15, he took his first onstage flight, suspended by a slender wire in the play "Where the Rainbow Ends." When the production's stage manager became ill, Peter took over for him, supervising the flights of other actors and the machinery that kept them aloft.

After serving in the Royal Air Force during World War II, Mr. Foy went to work for the premier theatrical flying company in Britain, Kirby's Flying Ballets, purveyor, its letterhead proudly proclaimed, of "Peter Pan Flying Effects, Somersaulting, Diving and Auditorium Flying." In 1950, he was sent to New York to supervise the flying for a Broadway production of J. M. Barrie's stage play "Peter Pan," starring Jean Arthur.

The flying almost sank the show. Though the tradition of theatrical flying dates back perhaps 2,000 years to the creaky deus ex machina of classical antiquity, it was largely dormant in the United States when Mr. Foy arrived. His art was so unfamiliar that the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, worried about the safety of the two young actors playing Wendy's brothers, threatened to halt the production. Mr. Foy prevailed.

He returned to America in 1954 to fly Ms. Martin in the musical version of "Peter Pan." In 1957, he started his own company, Foy Inventerprises, familiarly known to generations of theatergoers as Flying by Foy.

It takes two burly men to fly one person: one to hoist the actor, the other to move him through the air. Properly flown, actors do not simply dangle. They sail and spin and somersault. They move as their characters would: a horizontal streak for Superman, a soaring diagonal for Peter Pan. Mr. Foy developed much of the technology that made this possible. His wife of 52 years, the former Barbara Warren, gamely served as guinea pig.

Strapped into a harness and suspended by a wire that could be just over a sixteenth of an inch thick, the actor must appear to fly with no visible means of support. Lighting and backdrops hide the wires. "This is why, in a production of 'Peter Pan,' the nursery set will so often contain wallpaper that has vertical lines," James Hansen, general manager of Foy Inventerprises, explained in a telephone interview.

Among Mr. Foy's Broadway credits are "The Lion King," "Angels in America," "Aida," "Fool Moon, "Dracula, the Musical" and "Monty Python's Spamalot," now in previews. His other work includes the film "Fantastic Voyage" and the television series "The Flying Nun"; the opening ceremonies of the 2004 Olympics; the Ice Capades; and numerous rock extravaganzas, operas and ballets.

Besides his wife, Mr. Foy is survived by a sister, Patricia Musgrove, of London; a son, Garry, and a daughter, Teresa Foy McGeough, both of Las Vegas; and two grandchildren.

Given his work, Mr. Foy was understandably preoccupied with safety. (Ms. Martin once flew into a wall by accident.) In an interview with National Public Radio in 2002, he described the peculiar risks of "Peter Pan": "Once that person's in the air," he said, "you can't run out onstage and grab him with a hook. And so he'll fly towards that mantelpiece and go 'splat.' "

Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company


NPR Foy story: Peter Foy, "Airographer"

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Slide Glide

The Slippery Slope

Is the name of one of the shows in the America Play Rep, which is being presented at the Carnegie Mellon School of Drama. Today, it was also sort of the story of my life.

I swear, the car shopping made me feel like this morning was much more unreasonable than I guess it really was. But for the first time in memory I was fairly cross with my truck and just wanted something with four wheel drive, or even something that was maybe just heavier.

Are you connecting the dots? Earlier on this site I had posited about clearing snow from a gravel driveway. I may not have mentioned that the driveway in question has a fairly aggressive slope to it, maybe one story worth of height in something like 35 feet. Equity would never approve that rake. So far the winter had not been too bad to me. There had been the odd morning or two where I'd had to spin my wheels up the drive, always trying to be conscious of not absolutely rocketing into the street once the ground leveled off.

Today was the first time when with the wheels turning in reverse the truck actually moved forward.

Still, a little shoveling, a little cat litter, and then finally a little fiance sitting on the open tailgate and up I went. And then straight to Lowes for more salt and 150 pounds of gravel for the bed of my truck. Hopefully that will be a reasonable temporary solution. After that, well there are two items that were in italic on my "to do" list that may have just gone to bold:

1. New Truck
2. Pave driveway

Too bad neither of those things will likely happen nearly fast enough for the next storm. Still, helps to stay focused, and maybe I will pull the trigger on a car. Stranger things have happened.