My job is hard. It's the best office type job I've ever had in many ways. Which isn't saying much. But it's hard. Hard physical labor which is no proper occupation for a man of letters. Mostly I need to remind myself of rules like "Don't put your fingers between two pieces of metal that you're smashing together."
My other new job is theatre criticism, for centerstage.net. This is my first review for them. The reviews are rather short as I'm supposed to keep it to about 400 words. 400 words? Shit, dawg that's what I call an opening paragraph. I quibble slightly with one edit "This Lear is a decrepit Stalinist dictator, presiding over a court of murderous demagogues" The original line was "murderous kleptocrats and demagogues", "kleptocrats" would have been the one to keep, since it's associated so closely with the post-Cold War Eastern Bloc.
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