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Celebrating 100 years of Baird Hall

...on original church blueprints as the “Assembly and Sunday School Room,” it was renamed on November 20, 1932, in memory of Wyllys W. Baird, who had been Sunday School Superintendent...
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List mania

...— “The History Boys,” TimeLine Theatre: It wasn’t TimeLine’s only triumph this year—Kimberly Senior’s searing revival of “All My Sons” would follow—but the astounding success of Alan Bennett’s 2004 English-schoolroom...
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A Happy Birthday

...It seemed a risky gamble at the time and, as I’ve written before (with egg on my face) there perhaps was no louder skeptic in the room than me (“History?...
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Growing up in a state of indifference

...with these men. Like Cleve Jones, a San Francisco gay activist and part of the group who created the AIDS Memorial Quilt, he asks us to make room in our...
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A tangled web

...a room talking, contemplating decisions most of us cannot imagine. Navigating barriers of language, culture, history, religion and custom, theirs is a fragile dance of trust earned and trust lost....
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A little sex in our theatre

...shit gets old.” Sexual stereotype, exoticism and desire seep from the text of this play. At the first rehearsal the room pulsed with it; all of us collectively conjuring images...
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Opening Night

...each first rehearsal, “All these people in the room have your back.” So all we can do during a crazy time like this is have each others’ backs and focus...
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Past, present, future

...3-D. Nick: My favorite memory is that we had been talking a lot about creating a play about Ballroom dance (I had done a lot of it in undergrad) and...
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Joyful and productive

...Art. A recent Wednesday night’s rehearsal was (typically) joyful and productive, and it is a thrill to be part of this process. It was a full room: Bill, the director;...
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Week Two

...the rehearsal room, my head swimming with fresh ideas, my heart (or someplace near it) reverberating with the evening’s lessons. Perhaps it was arrogant of me to think that I...