Manlio Rules

ok, so i keep forgetting to post this info.

the way this worked out: when i started at work, an “introduce yourself” email was sent to all the UED folk in the company. In it i was asked to talk a little bit about myself, and i mentioned that i liked theatre and wanted to find some stuff to do out here. A week later, Jim emailed me out of the blue and said: “i do theatre. let’s hang out”, or something to that effect. we had a few conversations about his show, and it turned out that he needed someone who was familiar with music, video, lighting, etc… sound familiar? so yeah. this is the show. it goes up tonight and 2 nights next weekend. people who have come have laughed, but beyond that i won’t make any claims to its entertainment value, other than i’m pretty sure Richard Foreman would hate it, which i consider to be a high compliment.

so come on by

FRI & SAT, July 14 & 15
FRI, July 21
FRI & SAT, July 28 & 29
All shows at 8:00pm

Lila Theatre @ Off-Market
965 Mission Street at 5th

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Tickets $15-25
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or call 1-800-838-3006

i know, i’ve been bad about posting. what can i say? since i stopped going out every night of the week, life is slightly more boring.

anyways, here’s what’s going on:

1. theatre piece. i’ll post more about this later. this weekend and next, shoudl be pretty decent. if you’re in SF come on by.

2. alex/karen in town this weekend. i think maybe we’re going to napa. whether or not that’s a good idea remains to be seen, given that i’ll be driving and i like to drink. if anyone has napa recs, i’d love to hear them

3. there’s other stuff, i just can’t think of it right now and i have to get off the wifi bus…

UPDATE: next morning

4. ok, so i’m very hungover this morning. last night we had bar trivia, which we won, cause when you bring 8 people to bar trivia, you’re usually pretty covered. honestly i think we could have done it with 5 of us, though i will avoid mentioning which 5.

5. and then it was Alice/Harry/Sean/Debbie’s ‘welcome to sf’ party. i drank a lot and got to finally catch up a bit with alex without all the dball talk. Harry got his laptop stolen, and danah boyd and i discussed why she’s a rockstar (conclusion: because she’s danah boyd and fastcompany photographs her on motorcycles with laptops). there are photos of this (the party), i’m going to steal borrow them from willo as soon as she posts them.

update: ok here,

willo titled this: “me, manlio, and cutie dodgeball alex”. i take this to mean that i am not cute. i will cry now

6. this week i missed my 5:30am bootcamp twice and counting. i think i will make it tomorrow. it is hard to get up at 5:30. when i told harry what i was doing, he gave me the same look i would expect if i had told him that i sometimes strangle kittens while covered in baby oil.

7. work is ok. watching people use the products i design is alternatively wonderful and the most frustrating thing in the world. i think if you can’t figure out how to type your user name into a text field, you shouldn’t be allowed to own a computer.

8. i think that’s everything. oh wait, michelle gave me a wicker clamshell chair for my room, which is now way too crowded and i may need to rearrange. but it’s awesome. it’s a new level of laziness.

so last night i was at Sticky, which was held at mama’s cafe and bar. sticky is a series of 10 minute plays which are held in the middle of an often crowded environment. live theatre at it’s best. because of the way mama’s is set up, people were rotating seats for most of the show, especially trading off with people who were’nt trying to have dinner.

at one point in the later sections, two women got up from their seats, put on their jackets, and left the bar. My friend mike and i saddled in. I noticed that both of them had left a significant amount of their food on their plates (salmon and chicken, respectively). I also had not eaten dinner.

but i was torn. is it weird to finish their food? a quick poll of surrounding people indicated that it was, but no one could tell me why. If i knew the women, it would not have been weird. but since they were friends of friends of friends, it was odd for me to pick up their still warm chicken and chow down.

what do we think about this? I’m not going to tell you what i decided to do till a little later on.