"Imagine poor Ichabod's dismay: new in town, just blown it with the girl of his dreams, riding home in the spooky woods after an evening of ghost stories, and then, right behind him, he can hear the dreaded noise everyone's warned him about ... Clip clop ... Clip clop."
Clip clop indeed! Read all about that spooky headless dude here! (Free registration required.)
Monday, October 8, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Chekhov & Western swing
Two recent stories:
"...they are supremely unlucky in love, and the audience is privy to miserable marriages and affair after affair. Years pass, children are born, careers take their course. The sisters simply live." Read more about a local production of Chekhov's ever-jovial "The Three Sisters" here (free registration required).
And, for fans of the North Georgia Folk Festival:
"'We were raised on a farm,' begins Mary Lomax. 'We'd work all day in the fields, you know, and then we'd come in and feed the horses, the cows, the pigs. ... After that, we'd go in to eat supper. And my father - we called him Papa - would sing those old songs every once in awhile. And that's how we learned to sing.'" More here (again, free registration required).
More on the way!
"...they are supremely unlucky in love, and the audience is privy to miserable marriages and affair after affair. Years pass, children are born, careers take their course. The sisters simply live." Read more about a local production of Chekhov's ever-jovial "The Three Sisters" here (free registration required).
And, for fans of the North Georgia Folk Festival:
"'We were raised on a farm,' begins Mary Lomax. 'We'd work all day in the fields, you know, and then we'd come in and feed the horses, the cows, the pigs. ... After that, we'd go in to eat supper. And my father - we called him Papa - would sing those old songs every once in awhile. And that's how we learned to sing.'" More here (again, free registration required).
More on the way!
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