6.02.2006
Dr. Tim Weiner's Mission Statement
For those who missed the original genesis of this idea ( and I know when I see tweiner on an email I reach for the DELETE key instinctively), here is his original, visionary proposal:
"Here's another dumb idea, or as Eric the politician would say, "a vision thing": I've been hearing alot about this "innernet" thing and was wondering if it's gotten to Indiana yet. If so, perhaps we could build a sort of on-line party-line, a w-e-b-l-o-g or "blog", if I might coin a phrase. Maybe call it Tablog or Tabtriblog or A Virtual Room For Chuckles. A gathering place in the ether for all of Tablish's acolytes or at least where I, probably alone, can post and read my clever, witty but ultimately sophomoric emails.
Might even be a place where the little big man himself would drop by for a posting in a spot perhaps called "Dave's Quiet Corner" or "A Space To Call My Own".
The Tabish Wisdom so sorely missing in today's celeb-driven, go-go world: how to build an English manor house or an Okinawan village out of cardboard, masking tape and spackled latex, Schmime: Man's Greatest Artform or updates of his copyright infringement trail with UPS: who invented "brown". Could hint at favorite DT recipes: Nipcheez and a smoke, selecting un undervalued bordeaux for pizzaburgers, etc.
It would be a democratic, open source, sort of global electronic village. Our own little slap at al Queda; SENDRACS part on the War on Terror. Cool, huh? Very freeform, so it could include discussions about the Tao of Noker, Jeff Magee on the ethnomusicology of class songs: Styx v. Supertramp, Eric on municipal sewage planning as the epitome of civic management: ,or reflections of a Swedish junior transfer: how he mastered ESL and became one of the most popular kids in HS overnight and dated all the girls. It could be a place for memoirs: "KC, Class of 1980 Dreamgirl" or Zambotti's thoughts on motherhood.
For those of us that sold out to The Man in order to pay the rent, we could use the site to live vicariously through our inspired but starving classmates who kept the faith Tabish instilled in all of us and who still seek the Holy Grail of Theatre (with an "re"). They could "Tablog", if you will, about the tribulations of directing a hip-hop Troilus and Cressida set in a Baltimore ghetto, of the celebrity whirlwind of costarring with Dave Chappelle as an insect voice-over, why sound design is always more important than prop design, who has the better schmime program, NC School of the Arts or UNC-G or how the omnipresent yellow sofa on the SENDRACS set remains a stabilizing metaphor for the tumult of their creative lives.
And seriously, it would be a nice place to gather remembrances of Lisa Davis and Gene Haldeman.
Not being very good with this "innernet" thing, I leave it to some techno gear head like Joe Pino (such a nice boy) or a cashed out computer startup zillionaire like Kim to figure out the details (I'm the idea guy, right.) Maybe tack it on to the KmContucci.com website Joe ostensibly created to honor Tabish. If it doesn't work out it's OK, but I'd be sorry for all those lost and confused artsy IAHS teens (sound familiar) who AS WE SPEAK are searching for the clear, or perhaps more muddy brown, legacy embodied in that little ball of energy I still affectionately call Mister Tabish. Or to paraphrase the junior senator from NY: it takes a small forgotten town in the coal hollers of western PA.... So, whoa kids, let's CONCENTRATE. And dream. And if we dream hard enough the impossible may possibly become less impossible and possibly even possible."
Onward.
"Here's another dumb idea, or as Eric the politician would say, "a vision thing": I've been hearing alot about this "innernet" thing and was wondering if it's gotten to Indiana yet. If so, perhaps we could build a sort of on-line party-line, a w-e-b-l-o-g or "blog", if I might coin a phrase. Maybe call it Tablog or Tabtriblog or A Virtual Room For Chuckles. A gathering place in the ether for all of Tablish's acolytes or at least where I, probably alone, can post and read my clever, witty but ultimately sophomoric emails.
Might even be a place where the little big man himself would drop by for a posting in a spot perhaps called "Dave's Quiet Corner" or "A Space To Call My Own".
The Tabish Wisdom so sorely missing in today's celeb-driven, go-go world: how to build an English manor house or an Okinawan village out of cardboard, masking tape and spackled latex, Schmime: Man's Greatest Artform or updates of his copyright infringement trail with UPS: who invented "brown". Could hint at favorite DT recipes: Nipcheez and a smoke, selecting un undervalued bordeaux for pizzaburgers, etc.
It would be a democratic, open source, sort of global electronic village. Our own little slap at al Queda; SENDRACS part on the War on Terror. Cool, huh? Very freeform, so it could include discussions about the Tao of Noker, Jeff Magee on the ethnomusicology of class songs: Styx v. Supertramp, Eric on municipal sewage planning as the epitome of civic management: ,or reflections of a Swedish junior transfer: how he mastered ESL and became one of the most popular kids in HS overnight and dated all the girls. It could be a place for memoirs: "KC, Class of 1980 Dreamgirl" or Zambotti's thoughts on motherhood.
For those of us that sold out to The Man in order to pay the rent, we could use the site to live vicariously through our inspired but starving classmates who kept the faith Tabish instilled in all of us and who still seek the Holy Grail of Theatre (with an "re"). They could "Tablog", if you will, about the tribulations of directing a hip-hop Troilus and Cressida set in a Baltimore ghetto, of the celebrity whirlwind of costarring with Dave Chappelle as an insect voice-over, why sound design is always more important than prop design, who has the better schmime program, NC School of the Arts or UNC-G or how the omnipresent yellow sofa on the SENDRACS set remains a stabilizing metaphor for the tumult of their creative lives.
And seriously, it would be a nice place to gather remembrances of Lisa Davis and Gene Haldeman.
Not being very good with this "innernet" thing, I leave it to some techno gear head like Joe Pino (such a nice boy) or a cashed out computer startup zillionaire like Kim to figure out the details (I'm the idea guy, right.) Maybe tack it on to the KmContucci.com website Joe ostensibly created to honor Tabish. If it doesn't work out it's OK, but I'd be sorry for all those lost and confused artsy IAHS teens (sound familiar) who AS WE SPEAK are searching for the clear, or perhaps more muddy brown, legacy embodied in that little ball of energy I still affectionately call Mister Tabish. Or to paraphrase the junior senator from NY: it takes a small forgotten town in the coal hollers of western PA.... So, whoa kids, let's CONCENTRATE. And dream. And if we dream hard enough the impossible may possibly become less impossible and possibly even possible."
Onward.
# posted by The Noogerator @ 6:00 PM 
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I swear, I read this and thought "who the hell is 'Dr. Tim Weiner?'" I still can't believe any of us really grew up. I mean, as much as any of us DID grow up.
To Joe Pino, who struggled through countless minutes, through the tears, through the anguish, the blood of his fingertips dripping on his keyboard to birth this little blog dream of ours, to this not-your-average Joe, I say, "thanks, Joe".
Suprised to discover (in his blog bio) that he too hold a special place for the poetry of Suzanne Somers, I pulled my own dog-earred copy, and ignoring the cynic's claim that nostalgia is a form of depression offer these thought from Ms Somers:
RELECTIONS
I wore my green sweater today--and smiled
Because there were bits of cockleburs on the sleeve
And shredded leaves on the shoulders
A twig or two and outdoor smells
And memories of
(and here, you dear reader must take over...)
I wore my green sweater today-- and smiles.
Suprised to discover (in his blog bio) that he too hold a special place for the poetry of Suzanne Somers, I pulled my own dog-earred copy, and ignoring the cynic's claim that nostalgia is a form of depression offer these thought from Ms Somers:
RELECTIONS
I wore my green sweater today--and smiled
Because there were bits of cockleburs on the sleeve
And shredded leaves on the shoulders
A twig or two and outdoor smells
And memories of
(and here, you dear reader must take over...)
I wore my green sweater today-- and smiles.
# posted by 
: 12:45 AM
: 12:45 AM
He builds a stupid blog and suddenly he's czar of the internet; how do you know I don't go by "anonymous" now. Typical sound engineer diva: "the band just plays the instruments and sing, but I do The Mix." Who died and left Joe in charge; I think it's going to his head.
# posted by : 6:42 PM
: 6:42 PM
Hey Kimmy, did you see Joey set it up so that we can see where people are linking from via the little map? That Joey, such a nice, smart boy. Do you think it's Nobel Prize winner Nelson Mandela or Athol Fugard checking in on Tabish?
# posted by : 10:46 AM
: 10:46 AM
Joe, the little map thingie is very cool. Which Nobel prize winner, Nelson Mandela or Athol Fugard, do you think is taking an interest in our litle effort?
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