Even among people who have devoted years of their lives fighting to protect the natural world from the predations of capitalism, Daniel McGowan's role in the history of the environmental movement is marginal and obscure. It shouldn't be.
I sometimes wonder why the majority of them do it. But I thank them all because without someone to produce the theater there would be no theater. This fall/winter the producers presenting work run the gamut from newbies to vets.
Between her cloyingly unfunny sitcom, New Girl, and her ubiquitous iPhone 4 commercials, she's way overfulfilled my daily -- nay, annual or even lifetime -- recommended dosage of Zooey Deschanel quirk.
What most visitors don't know is that behind the glittering winter wonderland is a small team of dedicated bulb testers, who this year hand tested 1.4 million lights in the 12 weeks leading up to the festival's opening Dec. 9.
As the ELF arson of my father's dealership demonstrates, defining terrorism in terms of race or religion will do less to make us feel safe as a country; such targeted terms are more likely to contribute to sowing seeds of Islamophobia.
Four shows opened in the last few days: a marvelous Shakespeare revival with a big Hollywood star (Al Pacino), a sweet movie turned into a heavy-handed musical, a show about a theatrical producer trying to land a big Hollywood star and some campy fluff.
If you've been having trouble getting in touch with your inner child, why not live vicariously by going to Broadway's The Pee-wee Herman Show or Elf or both? There, you'll witness a pair of alive-and-kicking inner tots.