As editor Stephanie Barna noted to me a few days ago, having your own blog is nice and all, but with ownership comes constant pressure to post — and, when I don’t, enough guilt that I may as well be Catholic. (It doesn’t help that I am, as a matter of fact, Catholic.)
Part of the reason I’d been looking forward to turning my Unscripted column into an online forum is so I can bloviate to my heart’s content about whatever arts events I’m inclined to attend on a weekend — and given that I’m the arts editor around here, I tend to go to a lot of them. But I’m quickly finding that weekend activities do not lend themselves well to timely posting, at least for this youthful blogger.
Case in point: last Thursday evening, I mingled with the blanket-bearing masses on the green at Marion Square for our second Movie in the Park, Casino Royale (great film, great Bond, great popcorn). On Friday, I caught Geoff Cormier’s intriguing outdoor shadow puppet performance Mr. Evening at Read Brothers Stereo on King Street. The first show was at 10pm, and by midnight I was two glasses deep into a bottle of something red and delicious at The Trusted Palate around the corner. By 2am Sunday morning, I was performing the liner notes to Vikki Carr’s Intimate Excitement for a crowd of either three or six, it was hard to tell at that point. (Sorry, Matt.) Finally, I spent Saturday inside Theatre 99 giggling like a little girl at their Piccolo Fringe Preview.
When, I ask you, was I supposed to write a coherent post about all, or any, of this? I’m not an early riser on weekends (one of the many benefits of being unmarried and without children), and for all its techy, populist appeal, blogging is still work, I’m afraid. Mondays, with the possible exception of Fridays, are the busiest day of the week for us editorial staffers at The Paper, and Tuesday mornings aren’t much better.
All of which explains why — only now, late on Tuesday afternoon — am I finally getting around to posting on events dating to last Thursday. Yes, all of this could be solved by simply waking up early on weekend mornings, drinking a little less, and working every morning.
Don’t hold your breath.
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