by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 8, 1993 | Essay
Come to the pump room. Is this a command performance? I asked Mariann. She just faxed me the directions. This morning I felt rested. I must buy white tape to shut out the light coming in over the edges of my blackout shade. I made...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 2, 1993 | Essay
I know a seventeen year old who is heady with excitement of reading philosophy and writing papers at a college in an ideal setting. She believes that she can make bad things better. She believes in learning. She feels the beauty of it. She is feeling the...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 28, 1993 | Essay
September 28, 1993 Chicago...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 27, 1993 | Essay
September 27, 1993 Chicago Daniel J. Travanti Actors act. They react. Act, the first three letters of action. We take action. But why? What’s it all about, Alfie? Heaven knows, Mr. Allison. Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. I do. ...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 15, 1993 | Essay
September 15, 1993 Daniel J....
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 15, 1993 | Essay
September 15, 1993 I’m beginning to see when I’m in my house, I feel that I must work. It’s not a place of relaxation. I’ve joked about...
