Weekend
I got to celebrate Kragen's and Riana's birthdays and to see the closing performance of Tooth and Nail at Berkeley, in my beloved Dwinelle Hall. (I like Dwinelle Hall's architectural chaos so well that I once bought an official Dwinelle Hall construction shirt -- complete with a monster attacking the building. I think someone should create a NetHack level based on Dwinelle Hall.)
Tooth and Nail (a South African play over a decade old whose playwright is reportedly now amazed by the liveliness and urgency of his own work) was fragmentary by design; it had over 90 scenes, each about a minute long, and it told the stories of several people during the end of the Apartheid era.
In the morning Michelle took me to a Berkeley institution called the Thai Temple Brunch, which you can find any Sunday on Russell at Martin Luther King (about two blocks from the Ashby BART station); there is a glorious amount of Thai food served up to throngs of admiring brunchgoers as a fundraiser for a Thai Buddhist temple. I wish I'd experienced that sooner.
