tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.comments2023-10-30T06:25:45.724-05:00The E WordMt. Lucas Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02445448557741084188noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-49895648317161335732009-05-23T03:00:26.794-05:002009-05-23T03:00:26.794-05:00Congratulations!Congratulations!Rich Stadlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211060175664838853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-61791840707078758792009-04-14T09:01:00.000-05:002009-04-14T09:01:00.000-05:00Oh, lady, I can hardly wait!Oh, lady, I can hardly wait!Dalesingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294377114618310271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-90595479110022281122009-03-31T12:44:00.000-05:002009-03-31T12:44:00.000-05:00Oh Fits, dear heart!Oh Fits, dear heart!Dalesingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294377114618310271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-30265359836376588022009-03-17T07:06:00.000-05:002009-03-17T07:06:00.000-05:00Didn't your dad ever teach you not to play with fi...Didn't your dad ever teach you not to play with fire?!?<BR/><BR/>Well, whatever. He still thinks you're hot stuff!Dalesingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294377114618310271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-73818044087553005672009-03-09T08:47:00.000-05:002009-03-09T08:47:00.000-05:00Dad, that is such a beautiful post! I can't wait ...Dad, that is such a beautiful post! I can't wait for you to come down to Texas again to see theatre... football eat your heart out.Mt. Lucas Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02445448557741084188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-53828607850111448582009-03-03T10:27:00.000-06:002009-03-03T10:27:00.000-06:00Yikes! A dastardly deed!!Yikes! A dastardly deed!!Dalesingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294377114618310271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-76987338152225366552009-03-03T08:07:00.000-06:002009-03-03T08:07:00.000-06:00The finch ate the partridge for breakfast.The finch ate the partridge for breakfast.Mt. Lucas Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02445448557741084188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-77911105646645627012009-02-28T19:08:00.000-06:002009-02-28T19:08:00.000-06:00Don't forget to include the partridge in the pear ...Don't forget to include the partridge in the pear tree....You musn't offend the poor lone critter.Dalesingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294377114618310271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-36852559555466951322009-02-26T10:42:00.000-06:002009-02-26T10:42:00.000-06:00Having seen the Beowulf production, I take excepti...Having seen the Beowulf production, I take exception to your comparing it to The E Word at a factor of 800! For me, Beowulf was fabulously challenging, engaging the audience in meaningful (not merely athletic) participation. One can hardly describe the primordial feelings experienced while standing beneath those giant trees, head bent back, peering upward into the late evening dim of the pine branches to catch the action.<BR/><BR/>I have been a close observer of your style over these years, and have watched it evolve--yes, evolve!--and am still struck by your vivid creative urges. Importantly, among other things, you have grown increasingly involved with the polis and its ethics and politics. If for no other reason, this is sufficient to keep me coming back for more. My appreciation has inflated since 1997, for sure: I feel 8000 times more attracted now than in those earlier years!Dalesingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294377114618310271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427032648624114750.post-22902418189871025442009-02-18T18:00:00.000-06:002009-02-18T18:00:00.000-06:00This is the guy with the van painted with his mess...This is the guy with the van painted with his message, traveling the country with his wife? I saw an article about him a few months ago. What a treat to hear him speak.<BR/><BR/>And I understand what you mean about the tea. In Kansas, we live on the borderline between sweetened and unsweetened, but the restaurant consensus seems to be for sweetened. How refreshing when I go north not to get a long "tea"spoon in my glass. Our house is strictly unsweetened, although I think my husband, if he drank tea, might want sugar. He's from Missouri, so that explains it.Morning Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16756082722300038196noreply@blogger.com