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...story of the frustrated "social scientist" Dr. Eduard Huml and the women in his life. As Huml's relationships with his wife, mistress and secretary spin out of control, so does the play. Three scientists with a hypersensitive talking machine named "Puzuk" take over Huml's home to perform their nebulous experiment...
Huml gives Vlasta and Renata the same smug equivocations, displaying a strong attachment to neither character. But later, Huml attacks his secretary Blanka (Agnes Dunogue '98) in an explosion of sexual frustration. All this culminates in a dream-like scene in which the three women perform a dance around Huml. According to this production of the play, much of Huml's problem lies in his inability to choose a stable life and experience genuine love...
...exactly into any labels other than his or her own name. But most of our relationships with others are of an I-It nature, which means that we treat the other person as we would an object or a system, expecting it to serve a certain purpose or perform a certain task (for example, I buy a newspaper from a vendor). I-It relationships are necessary for the world to work, and they don't imply any lack of respect. I have worked on many projects where I have been absolutely astounded with the achievements, talents, maturity and sheer responsibility...
...much as those people may like you, they aren't calling because they miss you. They merely miss the function that you perform. Had you dropped out of the play, quit the paper or lost all interest in ulcers the previous week, you would probably never hear from them again. If you were to determine the ratio of the number of phone and e-mail messages you received in one day from people calling to say hello against the number of messages from people who wanted you to do something for them or their organization, the ratio would probably...
Across four albums, Red House Painters have offered confused, despondent, tender love songs that seem less creations of music than excavations of the soul. A kind of gray, rainy day alternative folk; soundtracks to uninvited solitude between cold, stupid bedsheets. To watch them perform, while indignantly immured in a crowd, hovels away from the sacred gloomy-wombiness of the old bedroom, is a bittersweet and some-what discomfiting experience...