So there I was on Monday, reading through the Laguna Playhouse’s exciting new 2008-09 season announcement, and like any self-respecting journalist I wanted to get a comment from the people who did the choosing. But playhouse artistic director Andrew Barnicle was unavailable for comment. Where the heck was he?
“He’s playing golf this morning,” said playhouse publicist Chris Trela. According to Trela, Barnicle intends to improve his golf game (”he’s trying to break 100″) so that he can better schmooze with his board members.
Hey Andy, I’m all for combining exercise and networking skills in a single outing. And I’m envious that you were enjoying the great outdoors while my tan faded and my B vitamins were being sapped by these odious office lights. But haven’t you heard of cell phones? Heck, I might even have been able to give you a few pointers. Last time I played a round I racked up a 97 (albeit on the shortest golf course in Canada).
Barnicle’s gift of gab will be crucial in the coming year or two as he and the playhouse’s new managing director Karen Wood toil to raise the money and enthusiasm needed for their massive capital campaign. Keep golfing, Andy!
First time your blog reader - long time fan.
Loved all the bla-bla-bla-Laguna-Playhouse-stuff but was really caught on something from your brief bio here on the site - and it goes to credulity. Reading your witty blurb got me thinking… If a yard is based on the length of a nobleman’s stride, what’s “a beer bottle throw” in, say, linear feet? At the time of this writing, the record for throwing a baseball is 294 feet–note that.
There’s several variables to consider. Is Sandy Koufax draining a Grolsch ceramic-cap straight down the pipe, or is my grandmother Hazel just pitching her spent Long Neck? Neither matters as any permutation of hurler and hurled could not in, Earth’s gravity, yield a throw of more than say 100 yards and not one man in ten could throw a bottle one half that distance.
And just where would through end? At the last sudsy shard of green glass or would we create a sand-pit to record first impact–tricky business all this.
I was also taken back to simpler time to see you still using the silent “p” in pterodactyl. If one Google-Wikis the long-extinct order of soaring reptile today they’ll find Terodactylgal14@myspace.com, or YouTube’s - “Terodactyl Flying.” Know your blogosphere my friend. And maybe rent “Wild in the Streets.” if you can’t remember it from 1968! You can’t just say “68″ anymore. People think you’re talking about the Civil War - but I digress.
What I’m getting at, Dr. Hodgins is, we know where you live, in the parking lot next to the Huntington Beach Pier. Unless, of course, you’re prone to colorful hyperbolae.
I’ll be watching you Hodgins! Maybe from under the pier, or that public restroom that smells like sea-water and urine — you know the one.
Dear Sir or Madam:
You have unmasked me as a closet Victorian. Thank you for the advice about psilent pletters.
Hi Paul. It’s Sunday afternoon and I just finshed my round of golf. I started out last Monday morning at the first hole at Shoreciffs in San Clemente, and FEMA just pulled me out of the Cleveland National Forest in a helicopter. Needless to say, it has been a long week. was there something you needed? Andy B.
No thanks, Andy. Just keep working on those wood shots. Anyway, you deserve a reward and some R and R for helping to launch that terrific Catherine Butterfield play last weekend. Congratulations on a very successful commissioned world premiere!