In Memoriam

Eartha Kitt.

Man, that's the end of an era, right there. I have always loved Eartha Kitt -- enough that I can't think of anything to say.

Harold Pinter.

I was first exposed to Harold Pinter as a theater student, when I studied under a professor who was extraordinarily fond of the Absurdists. Pinter was part of the mix, along with Eugene Ionesco, Michel de Ghelderode, and Gunter Grass (yes, Grass wrote a play or two). Perhaps that does something to explain my attitude toward life. At any rate, we performed works by the others, but I don't remember doing any Pinter: said professor was also very much into physical acting, and Pinter's plays were more cerebral, his Absurdism darker, scarier. At this point, I don't know that I would call him "Absurdist," but then, yeah.

But we read him, extensively.