Please know that I regret my recent abscence from these pages as much as you do. My only excuses are the usual sort of colluding circumstances that keep one from doing anything he really would like to be doing. You know: work, love, rain, pestilence.

By all accounts I am back, and back happily to report on my upcoming performance as part of the FringeACT festival here in Seattle, March 6-9. I'll be performing a 20-minute one-man show that I created out of documentary material together with Todd Moore, an excellent performer and purveyor of documentary theatre in Seattle and elsewhere. I am the "author" of the play, but it was sewn together solely from the words of people other than myself, all on the subject of people, driving, and cars. In an ironic twist, the title of the piece is in fact Cars, Driving, People.

The bat-time and bat-place would be:

Tickets for a day of the festival are $12; if that sounds steep, just send me an email and I'll give you a card that lowers that price to $11. Really, don't hesitate; if we've never met I'll be that much more excited to give one one of these cards.

For either price, you'll have the option to see not only my piece but also perhaps a half-dozen other staged readings, ranging from 15-minute intergalactic farces to 2-hour dramas about philanthropic Buddhists and, well, 2-hour intergalactic farces. Including are a handful of plays by those under 18 (reportedly very funny) and all manner of socio-psycho-culturo-politico-whatnot. Really, I don't know what all is going to happen but I would guess it's worth taking a gander.