KULARTS: 25th Anniversary Fall 2010 Season!

ANNOUNCING KULARTS 25th Anniversary Fall Season!

KulArts celebrates its 25th year through comedy, theater, dance, visual arts, workshops and more in another jam-packed season!

Kulayan Art Exhibit, Pistahan Arts Pavilion
Aug. 14- 15
Yerba Buena Gardens
FREE

HOI! Fire in the Hole! A long form improv comedy show with
Rene Gube and Eugene Cordero
Friday, Aug. 20, 8 pm
Saturday, Aug. 21, 8 pm
Bayanihan Community Center
1010 Mission Street, San Francisco
$15 General, $13 Advance, $12 Student/Senior Read the rest of this entry »

Saturday in the City, Beautiful!

Oh, today was splendid, simply SPLEN-did, dear blog readers! Self was in the City, meeting up with niece G, who she had not seen since niece’s graduation from Stanford. Since then, so many things have happened: self has been to New York, Michael Jackson has died, and niece has started teaching at Daniel Webster Elementary School. It was so wonderful to get together, and Luis Francia’s play provided the perfect occasion! Niece really liked the anthology he co-edited, with Angel Shaw, Vestiges of War. She said she had used a lot of the information for a senior paper.

So, self went to the City (successfully negotiating BART, but it took her an hour and a half, starting from the minute she exited her house to the arrival at the Civic Center station — compared to New York’s subways, BART is pathetic), and watched Luis’ play with niece (Super-entertaining! And not a dull moment! Self couldn’t help wondering, afterwards, why Read the rest of this entry »

Cheapskate Sunday I (Post-“Lalawigan”)

In keeping with the hard economic times, self is having to do a little belt-tightening.  What else is one to do when one is teaching no classes (except for on-line Creative Writing for UCLA Extension) and the only source of income (at the moment) is hubby’s start-up, which (thank God) found funding for a year.

Anyhoo, self is mighty glad that now everyone in the world is moaning about expenses (whereas before she felt like a veritable voice in the wilderness).

Today, self had to make up her mind whether or not to go to the Mountain View Farmers Market.  She never spends more than $20, mostly for fruits and vegetables (well, OK, maybe for a cookie or two).  Sometimes she’ll buy a plant from the Polish lady who told self how she lost all her teeth during World War II.

Hubby and self already had outing for the weekend:  last night’s LALAWIGAN.  You know something?  This show rocks.  It rocks.  The music was beautiful beyond belief.  And the singing!  Well, Filipinas, despite small stature, have pipes!  It was self’s first time to hear a young Filipina named Kristine Sinajon.  In self’s humble opinion, Kristine can blow away Kelly Clarkson!  Or Alicia Keys!  And the lead actor looked like he could have walked in from the cast of “Lost”!

Next door to the Cowell Theatre a very large crowd of young people had gathered to watch female roller derby.  So there we were, intermingled at the entrance:  Filipinos of all shapes and sizes, and young people (mostly white) in knit caps and winter coats, there to watch ShEvil Dead.   So, last night was great, just great.  And self even got a double treat:  seeing the Golden Gate Bridge while driving along the Marina with hubby, on the way to and from Fort Mason (which she hadn’t been to in over a decade).  And she was suddenly nostalgic upon seeing the entrance to The Magic Theatre —  considering she’d just ogled Sam Shepard in New York last week —  and was happy to see a rather large bookstore on the premises, Book Bay Bookstore.

Once again, self has lost herself in the thickets of a digression.  Anyhoo, as self was saying just a few scant moments ago, she is trying to debate whether saving $20 (not to mention gas) is worth not going to the Mountain View Farmers Market this morning.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

A Story

Listen, self wrote a play.

One evening, in the middle of watching some reality show on TV, she suddenly felt the urge to write something down. Tap-tap-tap went the keyboard keys, and out came two pages, which self in great excitement bore to hubby, demanding that he interrupt his evening’s entertainment and read.

And he did read, and lo and behold, he did not understand. He scratched his head. He asked self, “What is this?”

Self knew in her heart of hearts that she had written something significant.

A few months later, Alleluia Panis of KulArts sent out a kind of “feeler” e-mail: KulArts (so went the e-mail, as far as self can remember) would welcome taking a look at any new work, in any theatrical form. Self, knowing full well that her forte (at least for the last two decades) has been short story writing, nevertheless e-mailed Alleluia: I WROTE A PLAY.

And lo and behold, Alleluia did not sit down and burst out laughing. Out of the goodness of her heart, she did not go: You? A playwright? What next?

No, Alleluia did not laugh. Instead, she invited self to dinner. And self bore the fragile pages of her new baby (for that is what each new work feels like to self: a new baby. Son has sooo many siblings! Of the literary variety) to the restaurant. And Alleluia read the pages right there. And, and —

Suffice it to say that the play went through many tortuous twists and turns (for self hardly even knows what a scene is, dear blog readers), but the important thing is: ALLELUIA HAD FAITH. And because of this faith, she agreed to give self’s little infant a staged reading. And lo and behold, plays began to appear magically from hither and thither, plays by young people (like Josef Anolin) and plays from seasoned professionals even (like Allan Manalo), neither of whom — bless their hearts — neither of whom turned up their noses at appearing next to neophyte playwright self in a programme.

And self’s heart goes out to the generosity of all involved: actresses (self’s play alone has three from the same family: the Almarios, mother and two daughters), directors (Alfredo Santos and Allan Manalo), Alleluia, and Josef, particularly Josef, for on his own he found the actors and actresses to read self’s play. Self knew no one, NO ONE. So Josef saved her.

And during rehearsals last Sunday, self suddenly had a twinge. So this is how a play takes shape! She sat there quietly, but all the while the actors and actresses were reading, she was thinking. And now she thinks that something beautiful will happen this Sunday, at the Bayanihan Community Center, at 3 p.m. She is sure of it.

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