
I have not recovered from my jet lag from my trip to Seoul, Korea. I went to deliver a paper on New American Theatre & Criticism for the World Congress of the International Association of Theatre Critics. While there, I met delegates from nearly 30 nations and got a chance to see a bit of Seoul. I missed out on the all-night karaoke, but I did see some palaces, secret gardens and sipped some mind-blowing tea. Best of all, I attended a shamanic ritual where I saw a pig speared by a pitchfork. (It was dead to begin with, but it was still revolting...and cool.) If that's not theatre, I don't know what is.