I'm off for the 20th anniversary of the Association for Theatre in Higher Education. It started after the implosion of the old ATA at a fiery meeting in Toronto. It will be interesting to evaluate where it came from, where it is, and where it may be going. Certainly the future of the live performing arts is continually looking bleak, bleaker, and super bleak.
On the other hand check out a mordant article on Beckett in the latest New Yorker.
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