And one for Mahler

For my birthday, and for Halloween, my brother and his wife built me a sparkly purple goth kitty.



Her name is Minerva. The hat was not included in the original package.

Otherwise, this afternoon (a matinée, a Pinter play) I saw The Caretaker at the Central Square Theater and loved it; it was my first exposure to Harold Pinter beyond his spectral cameo in The Tailor of Panama and I'm very inclined to explore further. I cannot promise that I will get around to a proper review, but I don't know that I would describe the play as either hilarious or unsettling; say that no one in it is cardboard and it ends neither predictably nor bleakly. And I would watch John Kuntz read the phone book, or anything he chose. He was an arresting Heisenberg in the ART's Copenhagen and an odder, more playful Don Pedro than I was used to in the Actors' Shakespeare Project's Much Ado About Nothing and here he is not to be looked away from, especially when he is doing no more than talking softly to the dark with his hands fidgeting and a half-sanded board across his knees. Support the arts, people. I like those voices in the dark.