Snow! Love the snow. It helps that I haven't seen much of it since I left Maine, that I don't drive, and that I don' t ever have to shovel it.

It's been a big week for entertainment. Sunday Andy took me to two SAG screenings, "Atonement", which we both wanted to walk out on (the stars were there for a Q&A after, but between this and "Pride and Prejudice", I have nothing to say to Kiera Knightly) and "Great Debaters" which surprisingly, had no debate in it, just speeches. Monday, I went to a staged reading, Tuesday, Liz came with me to that cold reading group I went to a couple of weeks ago, and this time I gave the producer a scene from the Grandpa play. I have to wait patiently to hear if I can have it read there. On the 18th, they're having Twistmas, and I did have an idea for a short--Brutally Honest Secret Santa. I've been working on that this week. Wednesday, Liz got me a freebie to "The Gate", a pretty amazing spectacle comprising dance, the Brooklyn Philharmonic, and multimedia theatricals, written by the guy who wrote the score to "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon". It starred the skinniest soprano I've ever seen. The music was about fifty percent violins, which were stationed all around the theater (Sensaround, like the movie "Earthquake"!), and fifty percent non-conventional percussion, including hands dripping or slapping water, and my favorite, a teletype keyboard. Thursday I saw a short play called The Receptionist, and last night, Harold Pinter's The Homecoming, starring the scrumptious Raul Esparza (from last winter's Company) as a brutish cockney pimp. And some other people.

When it's as cold as it's been lately, Hobo Joe (that's a job description, not an individual) can often be found sleeping on the subway steps at my exit. Thursday night, there was a guy passed out with his pants half off, and let me just say, Joe needed some Desenex.