CHAIN REACTION (Or: "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb...But Not in the Same Way as in "Dr. Strangelove"...Is This Parenthetical Plagiarism?)
Good day, World! CHAIN REACTION had it’s first actual rehearsal tonight, and I’m happy to report it went splendidly! New ideas were tried, lines were tweaked, and we wrapped up day one by a nice Uranium bath - so now we can all glow a radiant, traffic-light green! Cool, huh? In case you don’t know, show dates:
Now! That said - a bit of a story, for those still reading:
Richard Feynman always urged people to study their passions in the most irreverent way possible. For a year, I (this is Jonathan Alexandratos writing, by the way - hiya!) was the lone M.F.A./Playwrighting dude to sit at the back of Queens College’s undergraduate Physics 101 class. The teacher was great. I’m horrible with names - my students will tell you; there’s one in particular that gets fed up with me but I can’t for the life of me remember his- ah, right, you get it - anyway! Every experiment he conducted, on the sprawling table that looked like it was made out of petrified jet fuel, crackled with his passion. You could tell this guy was no one to garble words, like some teachers do, as though they just ate Tom Brokaw. I was in the right place because, even if I couldn’t get all the physics all the time, I was getting the zest for the subject, and I was interested in that just as much. Plus I could also probably claim to get more than the chick to the right of me, who constantly either slept or texted some dude named “Mijo” questions about herpes. For “her friend.” What? Okay so like sometimes my eyes drift onto other people’s cell phone screens. Sorry.
But- not the point- the point being: The whole world ain’t a stage. The world is many times way cooler. (But, still, come see the stage - it’s indoors and air conditioned!) But, if you listen, it seems, just listen, you can paint the stage, this thing built by we humans, with the colors extracted from the massive amounts of enthusiasm beaming from the hearts of thousands- millions!- of people. The play is as much for the zestful physics professor of 2010 (it was 2010 when I was in his class, “in” being a rather loose term, but still) as it is for Oppie and Bohr and Teller and Groves. Hopefully CHAIN REACTION will be that beautiful moment right before- that limbo stage where you’re running an experiment, you’ve got, say, the Bunsen burner going, but you don’t know when, exactly, that hydrogen gas balloon might just pop.