There has always been something reassuring about being as old as Mr. Zog's Sex Wax. Originating from similar nether geographic
This is why I would like to illustrate the connection between the beautifully crafted writing of the play Doubt by John Patrick Shanley and surfing. You thought the play was all about a Catholic school and two nuns who suspect a priest of mishandling a pupil, but you could say it's about finally getting to stand up on your surfboard after waiting in the water all morning. You are up. You're feeling good. Mr. Zog provides a great grip for your feet, you feel confident and exhilarated, which is an absolutely wonderful position to be in. You look down at the rocks zipping by through the glassy water underneath your board. They look closer than they are. Doubt, as is surfing, is the dawning on you, that although this ride is great, you could fall and crash into the rocks. You lean forward and feel that you are about to lose your balance. You steady yourself again and enjoy the ride. Still standing feels great. (Out of nowhere you hear the words of Doubt's Father Flynn: "Even if you feel certainty, it is an emotion, not a fact"). Quite suddenly, you don't know where you are. You are underwater looking for the way up. You burst your head out into the air again. You take your first breath as if you've just been born. You've just wiped out. This may involve getting sand under your eye-lids and in other unspeakable places.
Oh dear readers, I have been awash with "Doubt". I have not written because I have been busy, not surfing but something almost as good: making costumes for a well-written piece. You can see Upstart Entertainment's version of it when it opens on the 18th of March at the Schönes Haus in Basel, in English, with Stephanie Németh-Parker, Meredith Buser, Frédérique Anklin and Sharon Harris, directed by Andy Tobler.
Check out the web-site: Upstart Entertainment
This crocodile has all her own teeth. That much I know.
Yours,
Mrs Crocodile
This is why I would like to illustrate the connection between the beautifully crafted writing of the play Doubt by John Patrick Shanley and surfing. You thought the play was all about a Catholic school and two nuns who suspect a priest of mishandling a pupil, but you could say it's about finally getting to stand up on your surfboard after waiting in the water all morning. You are up. You're feeling good. Mr. Zog provides a great grip for your feet, you feel confident and exhilarated, which is an absolutely wonderful position to be in. You look down at the rocks zipping by through the glassy water underneath your board. They look closer than they are. Doubt, as is surfing, is the dawning on you, that although this ride is great, you could fall and crash into the rocks. You lean forward and feel that you are about to lose your balance. You steady yourself again and enjoy the ride. Still standing feels great. (Out of nowhere you hear the words of Doubt's Father Flynn: "Even if you feel certainty, it is an emotion, not a fact"). Quite suddenly, you don't know where you are. You are underwater looking for the way up. You burst your head out into the air again. You take your first breath as if you've just been born. You've just wiped out. This may involve getting sand under your eye-lids and in other unspeakable places.
Oh dear readers, I have been awash with "Doubt". I have not written because I have been busy, not surfing but something almost as good: making costumes for a well-written piece. You can see Upstart Entertainment's version of it when it opens on the 18th of March at the Schönes Haus in Basel, in English, with Stephanie Németh-Parker, Meredith Buser, Frédérique Anklin and Sharon Harris, directed by Andy Tobler.
Check out the web-site: Upstart Entertainment
This crocodile has all her own teeth. That much I know.
Yours,
Mrs Crocodile
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