“ Bridging the gap We don’t know exactly where the world of blogging is headed in the next few years, but the increase in micro-blogging will definitely be a strong influence. Shorter attention spans call for drastic changes to the length of blog posts. Blogazines could cater to a generation accustomed to the longer articles of newspapers and magazines, becoming a bridge between the traditional article and the TwitPic. „
11/20/2009
11/19/2009
“ It’s not a critic’s job to be nice „
Shakespeare’s greatest hits, from Robeson to Russell Beale - Telegraph
11/19/2009
“ However, theatre has a responsibility to be accessible. It is, after all, as much about the communication of ideas as it is about the ideas themselves. The best theatre allows us to share in the artist’s unusual perspective and see the world differently. „
Can theatre be too clever for its own good? | Matt Trueman | Stage | guardian.co.uk
11/10/2009
“ Here are a handful of the many reasons a blog gives you more control and more power: * With a blog, you control the agenda, whether you’re communicating on behalf of a company, or for personal reasons. * Your blog can cater to a sub-group of your Twitter friends or a different audience altogether. * A blog is less dominated by spam than Twitter. * You can embed images, audio and video on your blog. * Blog posts can be of unlimited length. You can express yourself in more than 140 characters. * With some environments, you have almost unlimited control over the appearance, functionality and arrangement of your blog. * Many blogs include the ability to offer contact forms, polls, chat and other functionality. You can even embed your Twitter stream into your blog. „
A Blog is a Better Social Media Hub Than Twitter
10/19/2009
Whoa! The first run-through? Already? — Greenroom
Theatre is no place for sissies!
Posted via web from Kate Foy | Comment »
10/16/2009
“ Blog Action Day: It’s hard to miss the reality of climate change. In my own neck of the woods, and during the past month I’ve experienced immense dust storms that have blocked out the sun, filled eyes and noses, and given rise to mordant apocalyptic jokes. In late September windstorms swept across Australia over the course of a week dumping tonnes of precious topsoil out to sea. This week in my home city the dust was raised again as winds blew ferociously, rain storms broke overhead, and hail fell, and all in the space of a few hours on one day. This morning I drove through local countryside smoking from fires, while water-bombing helicopters buzzed overhead. As I write, firefighters in various parts of Australia are on alert and continuing to battle bushfires, and it’s not even summer yet. It might as well be; the countryside is tinder dry, and conditions are ripe for a disastrous summer. We Australians are terrified of uncontrolled fire in our old, dry land; earlier this year in Victoria lives were destroyed with a speed and ferocity that still seems almost unbelievable. We check the skies on a daily basis. We long for rain – slow, steady, long, drenching days of rain, the kind we knew as kids. „
