I am officially a University of Chicago Graduate

In the words of Bluto Blutarski, "Ho-ly Shit! Ho-ly shit!"

Happy June Everyone!

This will be the month I graduate college, celebrate the 1 year anniversary of turning 21, and begin my big bad life as an adult (fittingly, the first day of that will be Bloomsday). Since my last post, I have seen Kids in the Hall at the Chicago Theater to much hilarity (and head-crushing), and auditioned for the Neo-Futurists about 5 minutes after getting there 3 minutes late after some Murphy's Law ridiculousness (including a broken printer, a guy passing out on the El and catching Cubs traffic). By this time next week, I will have finished all my classes at the University of Chicago, and most likely be hung over. In the meantime, I have a paper, a final, and a performance to contend with (I don't even need to complete those to graduate, technically). I will hopefully see much (good) Chicago theater while I still can before moving back to New York for good, pending my status at the Neo-Futurists. That's when I imagine this blog will really take off

Toodles,
Ethan

Not a bad gig after graduation for Nathan Jackson

Perhaps most depressing to me, shortly after realizing that I had fewer weeks left in college than current Chicago first years have academic quarters, was realizing that no matter what job I get after graduating, it will almost certainly not compare to that of Nathan Jackson. Straight out of the Julliard, Jackson is getting his new play, Broke-ology, added to the lineup of the 2008 Williamstown Theatre Festival. The Nikos stage is designed for new plays, but most playwrights have to at least wait a few years to get a production that big. The play is getting a smaller production at the 2008 Breaking Ground Festival, run by the Huntington Theatre in Boston, which is where Williamstown artistic director Nicholas Martin is coming from. I'm not doubting that the play is worthy of the slot, but it is important to note how ridiculously good an opportunity this is for Mr. Jackson, and how extremely jealous every other recently-graduated aspiring playwright should be (as an aspiring critic, my jealousy is separate, but related).