🚀 go-pugleaf

Last night I was sitting with 11 others in a friend's livingroom, when
someone none of us had ever met walked in and delivered a 90 minute
monolog about... about liberal guilt, I guess.

It's a play called "The Fever" by Wallace Shawn (the little annoying guy
in "My Dinner with Andre"), written to be performed in livingrooms,
and the courageous actor was Dan Weissman, whose ad we'd seen on a bulletin
board in a pizzeria.

The play meditates on the 'hot-water-bottle' theme Shawn obsessed over in
MDwA: how can anyone ask me to give up the pleasure of my hot water
bottle (or whatever), even given the vast injustices in the world?

Dan presents it very charmingly, looking unflinchingly at every aspect,
concluding nothing but the enormity of the paradox.  As a theatrical
experiment, I'd say it was a total success.

If anyone wants, I'll track down his phone number.  There's no charge,
but we donated a buck apiece or so and he was grateful...