Conclusive Evidence

The title of this blog comes from the original title of Nabokov's memoir, Speak, Memory; it was conclusive evidence of his existence. This is conclusive evidence that I existed.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

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new city theater. The other night I went to see MUD at New City Theater, a play they had first commissioned and performed in the early ...

Sunday, March 29, 2015

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last night. LIVE! FROM THE LAST NIGHT OF MY LIFE was one of those plays I read about after it happened, one of those plays I was alwa...

Monday, March 02, 2015

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theatre notes. Last week A. and I went to see SEVEN WAYS TO GET THERE at ACT, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I wasn't sure exac...

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

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nostalgia is dead. long live nostalgia. I walk across my neighborhood every day, and every day something has changed. The old buildings...

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

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things I remember about St. Louis. I arrived in St. Louis, MO in 1982, where my father taught at Washington University and lived there ...

Saturday, November 22, 2014

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it's just me and all the old geezers. A few weeks ago, I went to a matinee of VANYA AND SONIA AND MASHA AND SPIKE at ACT. It was a ...

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

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nobody knows why . Several months ago a friend in her 70s told us that her lymphoma had returned. She has had several battles with cancer...

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kairu: Seattle, Washington, United States

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