av·o·ca·tion [av-uh–key–shuhn] : something a person does in addition to a principal occupation, especially for pleasure; hobby: Our doctor’s avocation is painting. My avocation is acting, and it tends to generate a fair bit of curiosity and mystery for others. It’s amazing
Last night was the second of six performances in our run of “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, a Star Trek original series-themed improv show. When we go to the audience for suggestions, the one that tends to be most impactful is
(To my visitors from the Carnegie Mellon homepage, many welcomes! Would love to hear from you if you have questions or comments.) Over the past few years, I’ve had the honor of participating in a unique program at Microsoft in the Server
In an earlier post, The Secret Starfleet, I went into detail about my experience on this production and what it started revealing about others around me. Now, we’re just a few days from opening night. At our Tuesday rehearsal last week, I
On Friday night, I had the pleasure of visiting a theatre in Seattle’s Capitol Hill district that specializes in classic films and features in-theatre beverage and dinner service. I’d never been there before, but my boyfriend brought to my attention the fact
Yesterday, I went in for a monthly phlebotomy (ie bloodletting) as ordered by my doctor. You see, I have a genetic condition called Hereditary Hemachromatosis, which was diagnosed in 2008. (It surfaced about 30 years earlier than normal for women). My “treatment”
Recently, I was watching a Twitter conversation where the querent was trying to figure out how to trace their residential history for a credit questionnaire. A reply came in from across the Internet(s): Why don’t you just check your Amazon account history?
I’ve mentioned it in passing, but I’m in rehearsals for a full-length improvised comedic parody of the Original Star Trek series. It’s called “Where No Man Has Gone Before,” and we open June 23rd. (If you’re in the greater Seattle/Tacoma area or
For centuries, long before watches were a commodity, the bells chiming from churches and other buildings to mark the passage of another hour were probably a staple of life. They are quite distracting nowadays, but I imagine they faded into the background
I’ll be appearing this weekend in selected portions of the 50-Hour Improvathon at my home theatre, the Market Theatre in Pike Place Market, home of Unexpected Productions. We host the Improvathon every few years, but this year it is for a very