Archives for November 22, 2004

A diary of recent events in Teachoutworld:

FRIDAY: Spoke about All in the Dances at the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hartford and was given a private view of “Ballets Russes to Balanchine: Dance at the Wadsworth Atheneum,” a once-in-a-lifetime exhibition of original costumes and set designs for such legendary ballets as Les Noces, Prodigal Son, and Nijinsky’s Sacre du Printemps (including a costume hand-painted by Matisse). More next week, but for the moment I’ll just say that anybody with more than a casual interest in twentieth-century ballet will find this show, which runs through Jan. 2, jaw-droppingly good.

SATURDAY: A triple-decker day. Went to Knoedler & Company and looked at Onrushing Waves, the Milton Avery exhibition. Then to the nearest movie theater to see Sideways, about which Our Girl was soooo right: it couldn’t have been better. Then to Broadway for a preview of Dame Edna: Back with a Vengeance, followed by dinner and a fast cab home, where I watched two stockpiled episodes of What’s My Line?
on the DVR (Steve Allen just joined the panel) and went to bed way too late.

SUNDAY: Maccers, my blogstalker, came to my Barnes & Noble signing last Tuesday (incognito, but I found her out), so I e-mailed her an invitation to a Broadway preview. She turned up her fine nose at a glitzy musical, forcing me to up the highbrow ante several thousand notches with Sheridan’s The Rivals, to which she said yes. Updated the Top Five with four fresh items, including a heartfelt paragraph about the Avery show. (See the right-hand column for details.) Lunched quickly and dirtily on the fly, called my mother in Smalltown, U.S.A., from the street, then saw two back-to-back off-Broadway shows, John Patrick Shanley’s Doubt
and Woody Allen’s A Second Hand Memory. Called Our Girl the second I got home to discuss Sideways. Knocked out a quick posting for Monday (you’re reading it). The loft beckons.

And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow? Well, I have three pieces to write (two shorts and a long) before I head for LaGuardia on Wednesday morning to fly home to my family for Thanksgiving. Between meals, I plan to sleep. No blogging, though–you’ll be on your own from Wednesday through next Tuesday.

How about you?

“If acting is a creative art–if it is–then it is perfectly reasonable to demand for it conditions similar to those of the painter or the writer: the right, that is, to make a mess, to splash around, to make drafts and sketches, to have a wasterpaper bin at your side. In any creative activity, art is madness, craft is sanity. The balance between them makes the work.”

Simon Callow, Charles Laughton: A Difficult Actor

Says Modern Kicks:

Anyone caught posting after, say, 7 PM Wednesday evening or before 1 PM next Monday is officially a pathetic, internet-addicted loser.

Well, that tears it: I’m definitely not taking my iBook home for Thanksgiving!

I just got a call from the National Endowment for the Arts informing me that the Senate has confirmed my nomination to the National Council on the Arts by a unanimous voice vote. I’ll go to Washington to be sworn in some time between now and the next NCA meeting in March.

I blogged about my nomination back in July, and you can read all about it here. Briefly, President Bush appointed me to the civilian panel that advises the NEA and its chairman, Dana Gioia. It is, needless to say, a great honor–an opportunity to give something back to the arts after a lifetime of pleasure and profit–and I will do my best to be worthy of it. I couldn’t be more grateful to the President, the Senate, and my old friend Dana.

In case you’re wondering, I’ll still be writing about the arts for whoever cares to put up the money, and “About Last Night” will soldier on as outspokenly as ever.

This part, by the way, will make you laugh: the NEA tells me that anyone who receives a presidential appointment that is confirmed by the Senate is thereafter entitled to be called “the Honorable,” as in the Honorable Terry Teachout. I myself prefer Nancy Mitford’s less formal usage: I’m a Hon!

And now…back to work. I still have a few counter-Hons to slay before I can go home for Thanksgiving, and just because I’m now a Hon doesn’t mean my three deadlines have been extended by presidential fiat. We’ll crack open the champagne later.

UPDATE: I’ve already gotten one phone call from a friend asking if I can also be called “The Right Honorable Terry Teachout.” Straight answer: I think that usage is strictly for Brits. Funny answer: Only when I am.