as we speak,

my sunglasses are turned up on a table here at The Grind in Lincoln Square, where Ee and I are working, and a ceiling fan is being reflected spinning around in their eyes, which makes them look like they’ve just seen a topless woman, in an old cartoon. I’m certain that this is exactly the kind of uncomputerized technical effect we need more of in theater. It’s surprising, and it works, and if you think about it you can figure out how.