Archives: September 2001
Friday, September 28, 2001
I'm in a New York state of mind.They say there's always magic in the air.Some come to work, some to play.Start spreadin' the news...
Monday, September 24, 2001
I can now walk through my house without needing to create pathways from the door to the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen and office. I can now cook meals in my kitchen and admire my brand new renovations (with much thanks to Scott). I submit to you before and after pictures of the first part of the casa de marco renovation project...
Saturday, September 22, 2001
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Melons don't bother me one bit. No sir. I'm a big fan of them.
Saturday, September 15, 2001
Try to remember when life was so tender That no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender That dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender That love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow...- The Fantasticks
"We have no choice now but, as a horror-struck Hamlet said after being visited by the ghost, to "wipe away all trivial fond records" from the table of memory, and hope that our learning curve will be steep." - Frank Rich
Thursday, September 13, 2001
What follows are screen shots from a section of the recently recalled trailer (because it features the World Trade Center) of the upcoming Spiderman film.
(Found thanks to Dinah)
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Someone on a mailing list I belong to posted a message saying in a nutshell, in response to the attacks on the country this week, the last thing we need is negatism (also known as the upcoming scheduled Broadway production of Assassins) and that "we don't need to examine the dark side" as it "never does us any good." Note that I haven't forwarded the original comments, as the mailing list doesn't allow messages to be forwarded outside the list. I feel I've referred to the message in question with pretty broad strokes and that I fully believe that I haven't violated this rule.
My response to this was as follows...
Oh yeah. Definitely. To hell with examining and contemplating all sides to a story. If we just ignore it, close our eyes and plug our ears, it'll all go away. Bring on the dancing elephants. Turn off the news. Shut the blinds. We really shouldn't be talking about any of this. We should put blinders on and sing the national anthem until all of our problems disappear. It won't do us a lick of good to do anything but look for the silver linings.
Come on along and listen to
The only rumbles I've heard of around Broadway in the past several days certainly haven't come from a subway. And as much as I love those daffy-dills and dream of the magic of the theatre and the Broadway we all know and love, there's more to society than that.
I'm not saying 42nd Street has no place on Broadway. It certainly does. And I'll see it a thousand times. But to suggest that we pay no attention to anything without glitter, flashing lights, and pretty girls singing about how wonderful the world is... well that'd be a sad state of affairs for the theatre world and society in general. Do we turn off the news and pretend it doesn't exist? Do we agree to only talk, discuss, and debate issues that leave us all with warm and fuzzy feelings?
One of the fascinating aspects of Assassins is that in an hour and a half it forces the audience to see just how wrong these people were. Now, of course they were wrong. We know that. Perhaps you assumed Assassins was a musical comedy with historical characters doing the can-can and laughing up a storm.
"All you have to do is move your little finger - you can shut down the New York Stock Exchange. Shut down schools in Indonesia. In Florence, Italy, a woman will leap from the Duomo clutching a picture of your victim and cursing your name. Your wife will weep. His wife will weep. The world will weep. Grief. Grief beyond imagining. Despair. The death of innocence and hope...."
Have you seen Assassins? Assassins isn't negative. Assassins expresses what society feels. Everyone. It shines a light on the futility of striking back blindly. The act of our assassins have surely been negative, to say the least. But the examination of assassins in the musical Assassins helps to understand just what it takes to go to that extreme. And even if it didn't, even if it was the most negative piece of theatre imaginable, I'd much rather see Assassins than Mamma Mia or 42nd Street.
These people who have been behind the evil that has taken place in our country this week, whoever they turn out to be, they practiced their evil for reasons. Whatever these reasons are, be they political, religious, or merely a stomach ache, they hijacked these planes, killed tens of thousands of people including themselves... they did these for their reasons. They thought they would help to fix their problems. And did they? Where's their prize now?
And it didn't mean a nickel.
In "The Assassination of America," Anthony DiSanto describes Assassins as having a moment in which "all of the musical's fragments have coalesced into a chilling vision of trampled dreams and corrupted innocence, of evil reaching out to evil, of that underside of American existence we would all rather ignore standing up and shouting, 'No! I am here, I exist, and I am not going to go away!'" No matter how much you close your eyes, they'll still be there.Porter, Hart, Hammerstein, and yes, Sondheim demand that you pay attention, listen, are aware of what's going on. Even so, I vote that you enjoy your Berlin. I have nothing against Berlin. But to say that we don't need to examine anything less than positive, to suggest that it won't do a lick of good, to suggest that we ignore anything that might make us think about just why we have problems in this world... that seems to me the most frighteningly apathetic statement I've heard in a long time.
Bright and happy art is not going to solve anything. Is Assassins? Who knows. Obviously not for you. For me? It certainly makes me think. I find it sad that you don't want to. If you shut the world out and force the monsters back under the bed, they've won. They have the power and you have none.
I'm just as frightened of people who suggest things like you have as I am of those who are so quick to demand retaliation for what has happened. "An eye for an eye and the whole world would be blind." You claim that examining our fractured society and looking at issues through shows like Assassins "never does us any good." What frightens me is that you'd rather be deaf to such shows. You can count me as one who hopes more than anything that our nation keeps both its eyes and ears open, especially in this time of great crisis.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Never again do I want to wake up with a phone call telling me that the U.S. is under attack and the World Trade Center buildings have collapsed. If you're in the NYC area and I haven't heard from you, please let me know how you're doing.
I'm silent because I am vocal elsewhere.
Vocal in change, new horizons, spiffy kitchen countertops, actually having the chance to design dream houses with the potential to be real in th enot too distant future. I am vocal in the development of a longtime growing business about to launch full speed ahead and spread its wings, growing into something which I do not yet fully know.
I'm also being far too silly and vocal in this blog right now when I should be working on other things.
Just because I'm vocal elsewhere doesn't mean you can't be vocal here.
Wednesday, September 5, 2001
Tuesday, September 4, 2001
I've been holding out on you. I can hold it in no longer. I have big things to tell you about. I'm so excited. I don't know how to tell you this. But, you see... well...
I'm a big celebrity. Many of you knew this already. Some of you still don't believe. But it's true.
Oh baby is it true. It says so right there in blue and white Or purple and white. Depending on if you reloaded it to make sure your eyes were in fact reading that I'm a big celebrity. That's me. Listed on the very same page as Madonna, Magic Johnson, Malcolm X, Marilyn Monroe, Michael Jackson, and Mr. T. I've also now joined the ranks of Marc Kudisch (snicker), Mandy Patinkin (shudder), and Michael Crawford (gag)!
Fear not, dear reader. I will not change at all. Even though I am a big celebrity, I am the same Mark Bakalor you all know and love. Well, almost. I'll be harder to get hold of and rude. But the same none the less.
I'm really not sure of the appeal of Mark Bakalor's site, because frankly I suspect there is none, but hell, I check it at least thrice daily, and you should too!
"Your website is beautifully demented. The moving head thing in the top left just does it. I've been staring at it for the past minute and still find it amusing. You're an inspiration to us all."
- Jenn Kauffman