A Common Decency

What a difference a day makes...

Phoenix has re-emerged, it looks like 'Goodbar' is back on track, Saturday's rehearsal should include the complete cast, with David flying in from New Mexico to provide a 'critical eye,' and to create the lighting design.

I bounced yesterday, I was able to seperate myself from the troubles of the world. Everyone makes their own choices, I choose to see the beauty in the ashes.

Finished 'Homage to Catalonia;' Orwell returns to a green, sleepy England, and he wonders if the distant thunder of bombs will soon invade the shores of Albion. This is one of the reasons Orwell is so revered today: he appears to be 'clairvoyant,' (clear-seeing) about world events.

Orwell renders the horror, the chaos, the absurdity, the glory, the honor of a Civil War. He leaves Spain, with a belief in the simple, common decency of man. Simple, common decency of man? How often do we hear such words? Our culture seems to revel in the craven, corruptibility of man. Does a 'common decency' fit in America's corporate consumer culture? If you can't put a price on it, can't buy and sell it, does it really exist?