Calling All Directors For the 2014 Festival!

Posted in Uncategorized on April 3rd, 2014 by admin

The SF Olympians Festival is accepting letters of interest from directors between now and May 15, 2014. Please note that as a reading festival, SF Olympians is focused on the playwrights’ creation process and the development of new work. Ultimately, directors will be selected and contacted by the individual participating playwrights, coordinated by the Festival. To build our community of directors, we are offering potential directors two ways of engaging with our playwrights: submission of a letter of interest and an invitation to participate in our Directors/Playwrights Mixer on Tuesday, May 27th.

To be considered by the 2014 Olympians playwrights, please email the following information with the subject line “Olympians Director – [YOUR NAME]” to jereco@hotmail.com by midnight on May 15, 2014. You may also use snail mail: Jeremy Cole, Director Coordinator, 2201 West Street, Apt. B, Oakland CA 94612

Letter of Interest Guidelines:

1. Please provide your name, phone number, and email address.

2. What does new play development mean to you as a director?

3. Which is your favorite Greek monster? (just kidding, it’s obviously Medusa)

4. Have you ever participated in the Olympians Festival before? If yes, please list your involvement.

5. Availability for Important Dates (see below).

6. Your resume.

In your email, please include the line: “I understand that directing a reading in the festival is a volunteer project.”

Directors/Playwrights Mixer, Tuesday, May 27, 2014
The day after Memorial Day, we will be hosting a mixer to allow our playwrights to meet potential directors. This is a fun opportunity to get to know other members of the theater community. Participation in this event is not required, but highly recommended.

IMPORTANT DATES

Tuesday, May 15 @ midnight – Final date to submit Letter of Interest

Tuesday, May 27 – 7PM – Directors/Playwrights Mixer (Oakland)

Monday, June 9 – 7 PM – Directors Meeting (SF)

Sunday, September 21 – 6PM – Writers and Directors Meeting

Sunday, September 28 – AUDITIONS – 2 PM till 9 PM

Monday, September 29 – AUDITIONS – 7 PM till 10 PM

Saturday, November 1 – OPENING PARTY

Wednesdays-Saturdays, November 5 – 22 – THE FESTIVAL – All shows are at 8 PM

We hope to see you soon on Olympus!

Please Support This Year’s Festival!

Posted in Uncategorized on July 15th, 2014 by admin

Join over a hundred Bay Area writers, directors, actors, and fine artists to become a part of one of San Francisco’s most exciting new theater festivals!

DONATE HERE!

The San Francisco Olympians Festival is an annual event that lasts for twelve nights (thirteen, if you count our opening party!) with a focus on the creation of new scripts for the theater in addition to providing a showcase for Bay Area fine artists, actors and writers.

The Festival was started in 2010 by Stuart Bousel, and featured 12 new full length plays, each one based on one of the twelve Olympian gods of Ancient Greece. In 2011 the festival returned with 32 plays, ranging from five minute shorts to full lengths, each one based upon an Ancient Greek sky god or mythical figure who had become a constellation, moon, etc. In 2012 we debuted 25 one acts, each night pitting a play about an Olympian god against a play about a Titan, the race of gods who sired the Olympian gods, and were then overthrown by them. Last year we premiered 36 new plays about the Trojan War.

This year we are excited to premiere 28 new plays by 30 local writers- 13 of whom will be contributing written work to the festival for the first time! The plays range from shorts to one acts to full lengths, and each one explores a different monster. It will play 12 nights, November 5-22, at the EXIT Theatre in San Francisco, and if previous years are indicative of a trend, (every year we’ve broken our own records), we expect this to be the largest festival yet in terms of participants and audience!

DONATE HERE!

Well, a bigger festival requires a bigger base of support, but we’re actually tightening our budget and asking for the same amount as last year- even though the cost of creating a theater festival has, like everything else in the world, gone up. We’re looking to raise $10,000- a really big number- because:

$3,600 of the money we raise goes to keeping the doors of the theater open, the lights turned on and the water running- all really necessary! The rest of the money we raise is split two ways…

The first half goes to marketing and materials: postcards, posters, programs, high quality printings of the work created by our fine artists, the catering for our opening night party, and of course, all the photocopies of these brand new scripts we need for the readings.

The second half goes towards maintaining last year’s lofty goal of paying everyone who works on the festival a stipend of some kind. In previous years actors and writers were paid, and we held raffles to raise some funds for the artists, but our entire production team and crew, including our box office manager and all of our directors, were volunteers. Last year we changed that by creating enough funds to offer everyone a small thank you for the hours, days and weeks they put into this project. If we meet our goal, we’ll be able to do this again, and maybe even have enough left over to put some money away for next year- something we’ve never been able to do!

Most importantly, if we manage to raise all of our funds, we’ll be able to keep our ticket price (which is only $10) low and our comp policy generous, ensuring that the wide variety of audiences looking to experience these new works can do so affordably.

DONATE HERE!

When you support this festival, you’re not just supporting the 30 writers whose work will be presented this year, but also the 80+ actors we predict this festival will use, a dozen directors, and a dozen fine artists, the staff of the festival, and the theater where we work, the theater itself, the neighborhood it is located in, and the cultural life of the city that is our home. Events like the San Francisco Olympians Festival are part of what make the Bay Area a unique and inspiring place to be, a leader in the arts nationally, and a center for intellectual experiment and advancement.

The San Francisco Olympians Festival has been gaining momentum since its first year, with eight plays that were first given a public reading in the festival having gone on to full productions: 2010’s Hermes (No Nude Men Productions, Dramaworks, Bread and Water Theatre), Juno En Victoria (Wily West Productions), and Salty Towers (Thunderbird Theater Company); 2011’s Cassiopeia (Eat Street Players), Chronus (Bread and Water Theatre), You’re Going To Bleed (DivaFest), and Pleiades (No Nude Men Productions); 2013′s Take Me Home: a One-woman Odyssey (Lucy Tafler Presents)- soon to make its international debut at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival! Many others have received additional readings on local and national stages, including: 2011’s Joe Ryan (Impact Theatre), Pleiades (Atlantic Stage), Io (Eat Street Players), and Selene, or Someone Like The Moon (EXIT Theatre); 2012’s Caenis and Poseidon (Playwrights’ Center of San Francisco), and Twins (San Francisco State); 2013′s Under The Gods’ Golden Cleets (Dramatist Guild). 2013′s Walls Of Troy was a finalist for the Stanley Drama Award and the entire festival won “Playwriting Series Most Likely to Win a Gold Medal” from the SF Guardian. Additionally, EXIT Press has released a collection of five plays from year one of the festival, Songs of Hestia, and ten plays from year two, Heavenly Bodies, now available for purchase on Amazon.com and at bookstores across the country. So when you support our festival you’re also supporting American Theater, Literature and Art, and adding to the cultural heritage of generations of artists and audience yet to come!

Thank you for giving whatever you can give, for passing this campaign on to others you know who may want to support us, and for helping this festival continue to grow!

DONATE HERE!

Audition For the 2014 SF Olympians Festival!

Posted in Uncategorized on August 10th, 2014 by admin

The San Francisco Olympians Festival is returning and will need dozens of actors for its 2014 festival which plays November 5-22!

In the month of November in 2014, No Nude Men Productions, one of San Francisco’s longest running indy theater troupes, will roll out 28 new plays written by 30 local writers, each one focusing on (or inspired by) a different monster from Greek mythology.

Each of these 28 plays will receive a dramatic reading at the EXIT Theatre, and for that we’ll need actors, so if you’re the kind of person who can act AND read (no, it’s not a given), we’d love to have you join us in continuing the saga of unrepentant creativity that is the San Francisco Olympians Festival!

Rehearsals will all be in October and November, and will involve 3-5 MAX for each show. The show schedule is as follows, with all shows happening on the mainstage of the EXIT Theater, at 8 PM :

November 5:
ASTERIAE by Bridgette Dutta Portman, directed by Valerie Fachman

DRYADS by Marissa Skudlarek, directed by Valerie Fachman

LAMPADES by Sam Bertken, directed by Scott Baker

NAIADS by Jennifer Roberts, directed by Valerie Fachman

NEPHELE by Siyu Song, directed by Scott Baker

NEREIDS by Sam Johansen Hurwitt, directed by Scott Baker

OCEANIDS by Carol Lashof, directed by Valerie Fachman

OREADS by Playwright Leah Halper, directed by Scott Baker

November 6
CENTAURS by Megan Cohen, directed by Ellery Schaar
SATYRS by Annette Roman and Bryant Turnage, directed by Greg Young

November 7
PEGASUS by Kirk Shimano, directed by Sam Tillis

November 8
PAN by Stuart Bousel, directed by Stuart Bousel

November 12
HYDRA by Tonya Narvaez, directed by Tonya Narvaez
TYPHON by Colin Johnson, directed by Colin Johnson

November 13
ARGUS by Peter Hsieh, directed by Rory Strahan-Mauk
POLYPHEMUS by Vince Faso, directed by Rory Strahan-Mauk

November 14
CERBERUS by Allison Page, directed by Allison Page
CHIMERA by Annie Paladino, directed by Addie Ulrey

November 15
GERYON by Rachel Kessinger Bublitz, directed by Ariel Craft
MINOTAUR by Veronica Tjioe, directed by Veronica Tjioe

November 19
SIRENS by Amelia Bethel and Christine Keating, directed by Libby Vega
HARPIES by Victoria Chong Der, directed by Libby Vega
GRAEAE by Madeline Puccioni, directed by Libby Vega

November 20
SPHINX by Jeremy Geist, directed by Christine Keating

November 21
MEDUSA by Andrew Saito, directed by Rem Myers

November 22
SCYLLA by Christian Simonsen, directed by Melinda Marks
ECHIDNA by Neil Higgins, directed by Melinda Marks
CHARYBDIS by Ashley Cowan Leschber, directed by Melinda Marks

Auditions are September 28, 2 PM to 10 PM, and September 29, 7-10 PM, at the Exit. Please e-mail sfolympians@gmail.com to schedule an audition slot.

Auditions will consist of reading aloud passages of text we choose ahead of time. Please bring a headshot and resume. Leave yourself at least half an hour to get through the audition process.

There is a small stipend, determined by attendance each night of the festival (i.e. you get a percentage of the box office, usually works out to approximately $25 an actor).

If scheduling permits (and you’re interested), all actors will be considered for multiple plays/nights of the festival.

For more information about the festival and the individual plays and authors, check out www.sfolympians.com

Please pass this on to any actors you may know!

Sorry, but we can not use AEA performers for this event (as much as we’d like to).

Announcing The Subjects For SF Olympians 6!

Posted in Uncategorized on September 1st, 2014 by admin

SAN FRANCISCO OLYMPIANS FESTIVAL VI: WINE DARK SEA

Want to write for the Olympians Festival?

Well, now is your chance!

We are now accepting submissions for the 2015 San Francisco Olympians Festival, a multi-discipline, nationally recognized new works theater festival based at the EXIT Theatre in San Francisco!

Proposals due by midnight on September 30th, with the line-up for next year’s festival to be announced 11/1/2014. Our first meeting will be on December 12 of 2014.

The festival will take place in November of 2015, from November 4-November 21, Wedesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights at 8 PM.

Each night of the festival will consist of the staged reading of either a full-length play or a series of shorts, inspired by the mythical gods and heroes of Ancient Greece. The subjects, and the lengths of the plays we’re looking for, are specified below.

There are no submission fees. The Olympians Festival is non-exclusive and does not retain ownership of any play created for it, beyond the initial staged reading. Participating writers should be local (San Francisco and the greater Bay Area), and will be expected to help promote the festival and contribute a raffle prize of their choice to be raffled off to the audience on the night their play is read. Writers are also expected to attend 4-6 meetings over the course of the year, and our auditions, which happen in September.

Writers are encouraged to submit as many proposals as they want for as many topics as they like. Applications for a topic can be submitted by individuals or writers can work in pairs, or teams of three or more. Writers may be picked for more than one project, and should note that they’d like to be considered for more than one (or not). Each proposal should be 500 words or less and answer three questions:

1) Why you?
2) Why this figure?
3) What is your idea?

All proposals should be submitted electronically to Stuart at sfolympians@gmail.com.

2015′s subjects are as follows. Only one is currently claimed and submissions are encouraged for all of the rest:

Week One: THE DIVINE AQUATIC (11/4-11/7)

Wednesday, November 4: The Trumpeter

Full-Length: TRITON
Royal Prince of the sea, son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, leader of the mer-folk, the sound of his trumpet was the roar of the waves.

Thursday, November 5: A Bevy of Beauties
Short: THETIS, goddess of the tides
Short: INO LEUCOTHEA, goddess of seagulls
Short: PSAMATHE, goddess of sandy beaches
Short: DORIS, goddess of fish
Short: BRIZO, protectoress of sailors
Short: GALENE, goddess of calm waters
Short: CYMOPLEIA, goddess of the waves
Short: EURYBIA, goddess of sailing

Friday, November 6: Old Men of the Sea
A pair of mysterious, prophetic sea gods who may actually be the same figure, and to this day echo with the mystery of secret cults.
Full-Length: NEREUS and PROTEUS

Saturday, November 7: The Ruling Couple
One-Act: POSEIDON, god of the sea
One-Act: AMPHITRITE, his queen

Week Two: ARGONAUTICA (11/11-11/14)

Wednesday, November 11: The Crew
Act One: Singles
Short: ATALANTA, the only female crew, greatest hunter on earth
Short: ORPHEUS, famed musician whose song defeated the sirens
Short: TELAMON, the helmsman
Short: ADMETUS, whose life would cross the paths of many heroes
Act Two: Pairs
Short: CASTOR/POLLUX, twin brothers, one mortal, one divine
Short: CALAIS/ZETES, twin brothers, winged, sons of the wind
Short: PELEUS/LAERTES, young kings who would one day father the two great heroes of the Trojan War- Achilles and Odysseus
Short: HERACLES/HYLAS, the greatest hero who ever lived and the cabin-boy he loved and lost

Thursday, November 12: The Captain
Full-Length: JASON
Orphaned at birth and sent on a quest to reclaim his rightful throne, Jason has been both honored and demonized throughout the years, but his quest remains second only to the Odyssey as the greatest sea voyage of western literature.

Friday, November 13: The Girl
Full-Length: MEDEA
Princess, sorceress, murderess, Medea is one of Greek mythology’s most complex female figures, both reviled and revered and one of the few mortals to achieve god-hood, but at a terrible cost.

Saturday, November 14: The Ship
Full-Length: THE ARGO
The greatest ship of the classical era, complete with a talking masthead in the likeness of the goddess Hera.

Week Three: FATHOMLESS BLUE (11/18-11/21) 

Wednesday, November 18: Masters of the Surf
One-Act: AKHEILOS, god of sharks (CLAIMED)
One-Act: DELPHIN, gold of dolphins

Thursday, November 19: Island Rulers
One-Act: AEOLUS, keeper of the winds and king of a floating island
One-Act: CIRCE, the original sea-witch, daughter of Helios, mistress of magic, lover of Odysseus and mentor to Medea

Friday, November 20:
One-Act: OCEANUS, the Titan who ruled the ocean that surrounded the world and which carried the Sun and Moon from set to rise
One-Act: TETHYS, his Titan bride, mistress of the deep seas and all that lived there.

Saturday, November 21: The Bottomless Deep
Full Length: PONTOS
The first water god, son of Ouranos and Gaea, Pontos is the primordial ocean, the bottomless deep, the Abyss, the mystery and miracle of water.

Definitions:

Short- Ten to Fifteen Minutes
One-Act- Twenty-five to Fifty Minutes
Full Length- Sixty Minutes to Two Hours

Happy Brainstorming! We look forward to your submissions!

CASSANDRA: Part 5

Posted in Uncategorized on June 3rd, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan

CASSANDRA
And I’m alone again. No…Paris is nearby. My brother…how tortured does he feel? Afraid? Where is he, I wonder? Why is he not with the others? (Pause.) I hear something. Who is there?

(ACHILLES enters. Like the others, he is a spirit.)

ACHILLES
I see. You help the others…but not me. Is it because they are your family, and I am not? Or is it because I am your enemy, even in death?

CASSANDRA
You are not my enemy, Achilles. You never were.

ACHILLES
Ha. Even though I killed your brother? Killed your people? Don’t lie to me.

CASSANDRA
Greece never was my enemy. Troy was theirs. (ACHILLES scoffs.) I mean what I say. Why do you linger here, surrounded by your enemies?

ACHILLES
I…am full of anger. My rage continues to burn.

CASSANDRA
Why?

ACHILLES
You think the atrocities committed here happened only to your own people? What about mine? I lost friends too…and more.

CASSANDRA
More?

ACHILLES
Yes. A…good friend. Almost a brother. His name was Patroclus.

CASSANDRA
I have heard of him. He led your Myrmidons against my people in your stead. And…

ACHILLES
And he was killed. By your brother.

CASSANDRA
I’m…sorry. But we were at war.

ACHILLES
I did not even see him die. I had to hear about it afterward. I did not even know. I could only imagine how he suffered…

CASSANDRA
What did you expect to happen, Achilles? That he and his small cadre of men would take Troy themselves?

ACHILLES
He wasn’t supposed to go! I forbade it! But…he did. He left…against my wishes…I should have known…should have gone after him…

CASSANDRA
We all wish we could change the past, Achilles. Trust me, I know. But-

ACHILLES
You don’t understand! He wasn’t supposed to die! He…was…

CASSANDRA
He was what? Immortal? What made him so important that he could outlive death itself?

ACHILLES
I…loved him.

(CASSANDRA is taken aback.)

CASSANDRA
Oh. I…I see. I’m sorry, Achilles. I…didn’t know.

ACHILLES
He wanted to prove something. Prove that he was as strong a warrior as I. That he was capable. That he was…worth my time.

CASSANDRA
Are those his words…or yours?

ACHILLES
What? His. I would never say something like that to him. I respected him! For his strength…and his tenderness. But he never believed that he was good enough for me. It was childish. I treated him like an equal!

CASSANDRA
And yet he left. Perhaps he didn’t feel like you treated him as you say?

ACHILLES
…perhaps not. There’s so many things I wish I could have done differently…treated him better. Supported him more. Followed him when he left that day.

CASSANDRA
I know, Achilles. But…that was his destiny.

ACHILLES
What?

CASSANDRA
To die. His death spurred you on to fight against Troy. Then your destiny was to die as well. Both of your futures changed when you came here.

ACHILLES
How do you know this?

CASSANDRA
Because we all have our futures set out. Troy’s fate was to burn…and so it did. I saw that future and I was unable to stop it. I wish I could have…I wish I could have saved you as well, Achilles.

ACHILLES
…thank you, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
I’m sorry.

ACHILLES
Don’t be. I am not angry at you. And I am not angry at your brother. No…I see now that I am only angry at myself. A foolish, stupid anger at not being able to see the future.

CASSANDRA
Even if you could see the future, Achilles, I believe you would find it quite difficult to understand it.

(ACHILLES looks hard at CASSANDRA for a moment. Then, he cracks a smile.)

ACHILLES
I believe you are quite right.

CASSANDRA
Is Patroclus here as well?

ACHILLES
No. He has departed already.

CASSANDRA
Then you should go as well. I am sure he is waiting for you.

ACHILLLES
Do you believe so?

CASSANDRA
I do.

ACHILLES
…thank you, Cassandra. And…I am sorry. For your brother.

CASSANDRA
I forgive you, Achilles, if you forgive him. And me.

(ACHILLES smiles again. This time, it is warm.)

ACHILLLES
I do.

(ACHILLES fades away. CASSANDRA breathes a sigh of relief.)

CASSANDRA
Rest in peace, hero of the Greeks.

(PARIS enters slowly, looking around. He too is a ghost.)

PARIS
Is he gone?

CASSANDRA
Paris? Oh, brother, it is you! Who is gone?

PARIS
Achilles.

CASSANDRA
Yes, he has just departed. Why?

PARIS
Because…I was the one who killed him. I did not wish to confront him if he bore a grudge.

CASSANDRA
He seemed to not even care about his own death. He was only concerned with the death of his…love.

PARIS
I see…

(There is a pause.)

PARIS
I am sure you are wondering why I am still here.

CASSANDRA
I think I have an idea…it’s Helen, isn’t it?

PARIS
Yes. Have you seen her? Recently, I mean.

CASSANDRA
Indeed I have, Paris.

PARIS
And? Did she…say anything? About me?

CASSANDRA
She did.

(PARIS immediately lightens. He seems relieved.)

PARIS
She did? I’m…so glad.

CASSANDRA
She misses you. Terribly. She still mourns you, in fact.

PARIS
I miss her as well. Terribly. Does her husband…treat her well?

CASSANDRA
He was planning to kill her. He decided against it. He treats her as you’d expect.

PARIS
Gods…! That’s terrible! I…can’t believe such a thing.

CASSANDRA
I imagined you wanted the truth, Paris. Would you have preferred a lie?

PARIS
No. (A long pause.) I’m…sorry.

CASSANDRA
For what?

PARIS
For everything. This is all my fault.

CASSANDRA
Paris, it’s not-

PARIS
Everything. Is my. Fault. This whole…gods-damned thing. My city…my people…gone. Because of me. Every day I look back into the past. Every day I count the things–the hundred of things–that I have done wrong. If I only had the sense to never listen to the gods…the sense not to take a married woman from her crazed husband. If I had just stopped and thought about what I was doing…I would realize how insane it all was!

CASSANDRA
It was not your fault, Paris.

PARIS
How can you say that?

CASSANDRA
The gods tricked you! Aphrodite tricked you! Tricked Helen too! She hypnotized the poor woman! Made her leave her husband!

PARIS
Well she didn’t make me do anything. I went of my own free will. I just wanted someone to love. Is that so wrong?

CASSANDRA
Of course not, brother. How could you know such a terrible thing would happen?

PARIS
I should have expected consequences of some kind! But I was in love. Stupid, blind, and in love.

CASSANDRA
And nobody can fault you for that. You heard the others. Father, brother, nobody cursed your name. Not even the one you slew! Helen doesn’t hate you. She misses you. Deeply. You two were in love. Nobody can hate a man who loves with all his heart as you did.

PARIS
You…you mean that?

CASSANDRA
Of course, Paris.

PARIS
And…you don’t hate me?

CASSANDRA
No. I love you. As I always shall.

(PARIS weeps.)

PARIS
Thank you, sister. Thank you for bringing peace to this foolish soul.

(PARIS slowly begins to fade.)

CASSANDRA
Farewell, brother. Tell the others that I love you all and I will never forget you.

PARIS
I shall, sister. We will always watch over you.

(PARIS disappears. For a moment, there is silence.)

CASSANDRA
And so I’m alone again. But I feel…happy. Fulfilled. I have done something right…strange. I don’t feel alone. Hello? Is there somebody there?

A VOICE
Cassandra…

CASSANDRA
N…no. No, stay away!

(CASSANDRA flees.)

(BLACKOUT)

More to come! Check back soon!

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San Francisco Olympians Festival V: An Overture

Posted in Uncategorized on December 12th, 2013 by admin

In anticipation of our fifth season of the Olympians Festival, which has its first writer’s meeting tonight, we thought we’d share this fun little appetizer by Patsy Fergusson, who joined us for last year with her short play “Hecuba”. Enjoy, and see you in 2014!

CHARYBDIS — A SHORT PLAY

by

Patsy Fergusson

(A woman is sitting on a bench in a park, staring out blankly at the audience. She’s clean and well
dressed, holding a purse on her lap. She is waiting for someone. She looks at her watch. A young
man enters and sits next to her. He’s dirty, unshaven, in shabby clothes.)

SON
Hey, Mom! I’ve been looking for you.

MOTHER
I’ve been waiting right here.

SON
Well, I’m glad I finally found you. Are you hungry? Do you want to go get a sandwich?

MOTHER
Sure. I guess we could do that.

SON
Let’s go. I’m starving.

MOTHER
Why haven’t you eaten?

SON
I don’t have any money.

MOTHER
What happened to your money?

SON
I spent it on other things.

MOTHER
What kind of things?

SON
Oh, you know. The usual.

MOTHER
(looks away, then down at her feet; seems surprised and lifts her feet a little off the floor)

The water is rising.

SON
What water? I don’t see anything.

MOTHER
My shoes are getting wet.

SON
Don’t be an idiot. There isn’t any water! C’mon, let’s go get a sandwich. I’m starving to death!

MOTHER
(gives him an appraising look)
Yes, you do look like you’re starving. You look like a skeleton. Why are you are ruining the good looks that God gave you? You got a great gift of beauty and you’re throwing it away for no reason!

SON
Jesus. Not this again.

MOTHER
Not what?

SON
Not this big pile of bullshit.

MOTHER
(Sighs dramatically. Looks away, then takes a hand towel out of her purse and starts drying her shoes.)

SON
(watches her skeptically for a moment before continuing)
There’s a reason.

MOTHER
What reason?

SON
I’m suffering.

MOTHER
Why?

SON
I’m suffering because you never loved me enough.

MOTHER
(Sits up straight and looks at him)
How can you say that? I’ve always loved you! I love you more than my own self!

SON
That’s what you say.

MOTHER
I gave you everything–everything I could muster. I rack my brain every night about how to help you!

SON
And then you don’t do it.

MOTHER
I’m trying!

SON
No you aren’t. You’re not even getting me a sandwich. You’re just sitting there giving me grief.

MOTHER
Forget about the fucking sandwich! Listen to me! The water is rising up inside me. It’s past my ankles!

SON
I don’t see any water.

MOTHER
It’s almost up to my knees!

SON
(nonchalant)
Whatever. I’m not really hungry anyway. After you go a day or two without eating, your stomach forgets.

MOM
A day or two? Jesus! Okay, you convinced me. Let’s go get that sandwich.

SON
No. Forget about it. That’s not really the problem. I’m suffering because Joanna left me.

MOTHER
Joanna? That was 2 years ago! That’s not a good reason
to hurt yourself.

SON
I think it is.

MOTHER
So you’re feeling lonesome? So am I. I miss you so much…

SON
(annoyed)
How can you miss me when I’m sitting right in front of you?

MOTHER
But I never see you! I never know where you are! Every night, I worry that you’re lying dead under some
freeway. Why don’t you ever answer your phone?

SON
I lost it.

MOTHER
Again?! I just bought that last month. How could you lose another phone?

SON
(Growing angry)
The same way everyone else does! I put it down and forgot to pick it up!

MOTHER
(taps the top of her purse and looks away again)
Have you seen your doctor lately?

SON
No.

MOTHER
When is your next appointment?

SON
I don’t know. Maybe next week.

MOTHER
Are you taking your medication?

SON
You’re not allowed to talk to me about that, remember?

MOTHER
But are you?

SON
What do you want me to say? Yes?

MOTHER
(Pauses. Sighs. Taps her purse.)

You smell like you need a shower.

SON
I probably do.

MOTHER
Why didn’t you take one at the shelter?

SON
They kicked me out.

MOTHER
What?! When did that happen? Why?

SON
I don’t know why. It’s crazy. They said they couldn’t wake me up.

MOTHER
Why couldn’t they wake you? Were you on drugs?

SON
No.

MOTHER
Why wouldn’t you wake up, then?

SON
I don’t know. I guess I was tired.

MOTHER
How can you be tired when you don’t do anything all day?

SON
(angry)
What do you know about it!? I spend all day walking from place to place, just looking for somewhere to sit down. It’s exhausting! It took me three hours just to get up here on the bus to see you!

MOTHER
(penitant)
Where are you going to sleep tonight?

SON
I don’t know. I was thinking maybe I could spend the night on your couch. What do you think? I just need a place to lie down for a few hours…

MOTHER
(guiltily)
I don’t think I can let you do that…

SON
Why not?

MOTHER
You need to check into a hospital, or a drug treatment program. Those are your choices. We don’t want to enable you to go on living like this.

SON
It’s Dad, isn’t it? You won’t let me sleep over because Dad says no.

MOTHER
He thinks it’s your only chance.

SON
Why don’t you think for yourself for a change? It’s pathetic.

MOTHER
I am thinking for myself. I agree with him. This isn’t working. It’s not right. You’re in danger.
(putting her hand out to touch his jaw)
Why is your mouth swollen? Did somebody hit you?

SON
(pulling away from her)
Yes. But it didn’t hurt. I was smiling the whole time.
(giving her a lurid smile)
Don’t worry about it! Everything will be fine as soon as my loan comes through.

MOTHER
Your loan?

SON
The $50,000 government transparency loan I told you about. Damien is going to co-sign for me.

MOTHER
(exasperated)
No one is going to loan you $50,000! And if someone said they would co-sign for you, they’re just trying to get their hands on your disability money–to rip you off.

SON
(growing angry again)
What do you know about it!

MOTHER
I know you aren’t being realistic. I know you need help.

SON
Then why don’t you help me?! I stink! My feet hurt! I’m cold! I’m hungry! You’re sitting there with a
purse full of money and you won’t even buy me a sandwich!

MOTHER
But I WILL buy you a sandwich! Come on. Let’s go get one right now.

SON
No. Let’s wait. That’s not really the problem. I’m suffering because I don’t understand what’s going on.

MOTHER
(suddenly alert)

What?

SON
I’m sinking, Mom. I’m slipping under the surface.

MOTHER
Please don’t say that.

SON
It’s scary, but I kind of like it. The water is warm. It protects me from falling. It cushions me from the blow.

MOTHER
No, it doesn’t.

SON
I can see a grate at the bottom of the pool, creating a current. It’s pulling at me. It’s sucking me in.

MOTHER
Don’t go towards the grate. It’s a trap. Swim up! Swim up to the top!

SON
I can see the sun penetrating the water, and little particles of dust floating beside me in the light; I can see your shape standing at the edge of the pool, peering in…

MOTHER
(takes a sharp breath)
Yes. And the water is rising. It’s covering my shoes. I’m looking around for a rope…

SON
A rope?

MOTHER
I want to throw it to you. I want to pull you in.

SON
Do you have one?

MOTHER
I can’t find one. I’m looking.

SON
Yeah?

MOM
Let’s go get a sandwich.

SON
(getting up and starting to walk around the bench in a widening spiral)
Forget it. I changed my mind. I don’t want anything from you.

MOTHER
(Following after him. The spiral getting wider and wider until she chases him off the stage; Each time she passes behind the bench, she emerges wetter and wetter.)
Where are you going?

SON
What do you care?

MOTHER
Don’t you want a sandwich?

SON
Not anymore.

MOTHER
(Looking around anxiously, perhaps for the rope)
But you said you were hungry.

SON
I’d rather have a beer.

MOTHER
I’m not buying you any alcohol!

SON
(stooping to pick up a cigarette butt off the sidewalk and holding it up to admire in the light)
Look at the size of that one!

MOTHER
Don’t put that in your mouth! It’s dirty.

SON
Stop pretending you care about me.

MOTHER
Stop running away from me!

SON
Stop following me! Go find the fucking rope!

(exits)

MOTHER
Wait up. Come back. Don’t leave me!
(stops at the edge of the stage, reaching after him; the next line is delivered quietly, in defeat)
I could buy you some cigarettes…
(walks back to the bench, carefully; sits down; looks down at the ground fearfully, then lifts her feet up on the bench to avoid the rising water)

END

CASSANDRA: Part 6

Posted in Uncategorized on July 3rd, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan

ACT ONE

Scene 4

(CASSANDRA enters another section of the ruins of Troy. She is panting, clearly out of breath. She looks around wildly. Seeing nothing, she turns back to where she was running from. From behind her, APOLLO enters. He is resplendent, shining like the sun. CASSANDRA strains to try to see from where she came. APOLLO approaches her until almost right on top of her. CASSANDRA turns, sees APOLLO, gasps, stumbles backwards, trips, almost falls, but catches herself.)

CASSANDRA
You…!

APOLLO
I’ve finally found you, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
Apollo…

APOLLO
It was difficult, I must say. You have traveled the length of the Greek world. And for what? To evade me?

CASSANDRA
Not everything revolves around you, Apollo. I have done this for myself.

APOLLO
Hm, yes, I see. And you have done much. Helped the Queen of Sparta. Eased your family and one of your enemies to the Underworld. Impressive, really.

CASSANDRA
Why have you followed me?

APOLLO
I have always been watching you, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
But why?

APOLLO
(Looking confused.) Because I love you. Do you doubt that?

(CASSANDRA looks appalled.)

CASSANDRA
Do I…doubt that? Of course I doubt that! You cursed me when I rejected your advances!

APOLLO
I was angry, yes, and I am sorry.

CASSANDRA
Sorry? If you are sorry, then remove it and release me from this hell!

APOLLO
(Chuckles.) Oh, Cassandra, why would I do such a thing? Look how you have turned adversity into strength! How could I take that away from you?

CASSANDRA
I don’t want strength. I want to be normal.

APOLLO
That will never happen, Cassandra. You will always be special. Even if to nobody else, you will be special to me.

CASSANDRA
Truly?

APOLLO
Yes.

CASSANDRA
I…thank you.

(Pause.)

CASSANDRA
My family…maybe you have heard of such things. Have you seen spirits who are resistant to leaving for the Underworld?

APOLLO
It’s not normal, to be sure. But Hades is open to deals.

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

APOLLO
Well, if, for instance, one makes a deal with him to leave some souls wandering until you come along and teach them understanding or some such nonsense….he makes sure to uphold his end of the bargain.

CASSANDRA
That…was your doing?

APOLLO
Oh yes! You must admit it was quite brilliant. I helped you soothe the spirits not only of your family, but of Achilles as well! Truly a clever idea, yes?

CASSANDRA
That…is disgusting!

APOLLO
What?

CASSANDRA
You tormented the spirits of those departed to make me feel better about myself!

APOLLO
Indeed I did. They are dead, Cassandra. Gone and past. What do they matter anymore?

CASSANDRA
How can you say that you love me when you have done such cruel things to those I love? I see now. You are just toying with me, as a cat toys with its prey.

APOLLO
Nonsense, Cassandra. I love you, truly!

CASSANDRA
No, I cannot believe that. No person would do what you have done. Cursed me for the rest of my life. Manipulated those I cared about.

APOLLO
I am not a person, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
You’re right. You’re more…and less. You have such power…and yet you lack the understanding required to use it correctly.

APOLLO
(His demeanor darkens.) Be careful what you say, Cassandra. You know not what you are dealing with.

CASSANDRA
So smite me! Strike me down and cure me of this blight!

APOLLO
No. You will live with your sight. You must endure your mistakes.

CASSANDRA
Mistakes? It was no mistake to reject your “love.”

APOLLO
If you believe that, then you have not learned your lesson, my dear.

CASSANDRA
My lesson.

APOLLO
Learning to love me, of course.

CASSANDRA
That will never happen.

APOLLO
It shall. I don’t care how long it takes, but you will learn to love me!

CASSANDRA
I will die first.

APOLLO
How dare you!

(APOLLO begins to walk towards CASSANDRA, malice in his eyes. CASSANDRA shrinks back. APOLLO soon stops, however, suddenly getting an idea.)

APOLLO
No… I see now. You need time, that’s all.

CASSANDRA
W…what?

APOLLO
If it will take you that long to change your mind, then I will give you all the time you need.

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

APOLLO
I’ll make you like me, Cassandra. Immortal.

CASSANDRA
N…no. No, please!

APOLLO
Then you’ll have all the time in the world to make your choice. In fact, you’ll have…forever.

CASSANDRA
You…bitter fool. You’d do such an evil thing? You’d make me watch as the few friends I have left wither and die around me, while I remain unchanged?

APOLLO
Soon you will see, Cassandra. I am the only one who matters. I am your light, Cassandra, your sun. I will never wither, never die. Just think of it! You will be a goddess by my side.

CASSANDRA
A goddess?

APOLLO
Yes! Cassandra, the goddess of prophecy. Oracles will pray to you daily, asking that you make their predictions true and hone their second sight.

CASSANDRA
Not as influential as the god of the sun, of course.

APOLLO
Perhaps not, but what does it matter? You will still be recognized in all of Greece. The wife of Apollo! We will last…and love…forever.

(A look of recognition passes over CASSANDRA’s face.)

CASSANDRA
….No, we won’t.

APOLLO
What?

CASSANDRA
We won’t last forever. I see it. I see Greece falling. I see your power and faith waning, sometimes slowly, sometimes with much haste. Over time, the only power you will wield is in the stories that some tell. You will only be a distant, hazy memory.

(APOLLO tries to laugh, but he can’t. He is pale.)

APOLLO
You…can’t possibly see all of that.

CASSANDRA
It seems that even gods can die, though not by a sword or poison. No, it is a slow and painful death, without malice…yet without mercy too. The ignominious death of being forgotten.

APOLLO
Stop! You deceitful harlot! Do not try to scare me with your lies!

CASSANDRA
You, out of anyone, should know the weight of my words.

APOLLO
Enough! You clearly need time…much time…until you see the error of your ways. Very well, we will meet again, Cassandra. Next time…I hope your opinions have changed.

CASSANDRA
You do this thing, Apollo, you make me immortal, and I will stop at nothing to break it! I will be your undoing, I swear it! I will find a way!

(APOLLO storms away. CASSANDRA falls to her knees, weeping, angry and afraid. The familiar look of seeing into the future crosses her face again.)

CASSANDRA
No…he can’t possibly be able to do such a thing…yet I can see it. I can see my life stretching into eternity. I see Greece falling…I see the endless future ahead of me. And I am there…as I am now. Broken.

(BLACKOUT End of Act One.)

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Announcing San Francisco Olympians V: Monster Ball

Posted in Uncategorized on August 1st, 2013 by admin

Want to write for the Olympians Festival?

Well, now is your chance!

We are now accepting submissions for the 2014 San Francisco Olympians Festival, a multi-discipline, nationally recognized new works theater festival based at the Exit Theater in San Francisco!

Proposals due by midnight on September 30th, with the line-up for next year’s festival to be announced 11/1/2013. Our first meeting will be on December 12 of 2013.

The festival will take place in November of 2014, from November 5-November 22, Wedesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.

Each night of the festival will consist of the staged reading of either a full-length play or a series of shorts, inspired by the mythical creatures of Ancient Greece. The subjects, and the lengths of the plays we’re looking for, are specified below. Some nights of the festival will be a competition, with a pair of one acts pitted against each other and the audience given a chance to vote. Those nights are also specified below.

There are no submission fees. The Olympians Festival is non-exclusive and does not retain ownership of any play created for it, beyond the initial staged reading. Participating writers should be local (San Francisco and the greater Bay Area), and will be expected to help promote the festival and contribute a raffle prize of their choosing to be raffled off to the audience on the night their play is read, or awarded to the winner of their night should they be involved in one of the competitive evenings of the festival. Writers are also expected to attend 4-6 meetings over the course of the year, and our auditions, which happen about a month before the festival.

Writers are encouraged to submit as many proposals as they want for as many topics as they like. Applications for a topic can be submitted by individuals or writers can work in pairs, or teams of three or more. Writers may be picked for more than one project, and should note that they’d like to be considered for more than one (or not). Each proposal should be 500 words or less and answer three questions:

1) Why you?
2) Why this monster?
3) What is your idea?

All proposals should be submitted electronically to Stuart at sfolympians@gmail.com.

2014′s subjects are as follows. Only one is currently claimed and submissions are encouraged for all of the rest:

Week One: Guardians Of Nature (11/5-11/8)

Wednesday, November 5: Nymphs! Nymphs! Nymphs!
Short: Austere
Short: Nephele
Short: Oreads
Short: Dryads
Short: Nereids
Short: Naiads
Short: Oceanids
Short: Lampades

Thursday, November 6: Pastoral Masters
One Act: Centaurs
One Act: Saytrs

Friday, November 7: Winged Wonder
Full-Length: Pegasus

Saturday, November 8: The Lord of the Dance
Full-Length: Pan (CLAIMED)

Week Two: Celebrity Monster Deathmatch! (Audience Judged Dueling One Acts) 

Wednesday, November 12: Dangerous Dragons
One Act: Hydra
One Act: Typhon

Thursday, November 13: Evil Eyes
One Act: Argus
One Act: Polyphemus

Friday, November 14: Three Headed Trouble
One Act: Cerberus
One Act: Chimera

Saturday, November 15: Hero-Makers
One Act: Geryon
One Act: Minotaur

Week Three: Femme Fatales (11/19-11/22) 

Wednesday, November 19: She-Beasts Triads
One-Act: Sirens
One-Act: Harpies
One-Act: Graeae

Thursday, November 20: Lethal Wisdom
Full Length: Sphinx

Friday, November 21: Deadly Beauty
Full Length: Medusa

Saturday, November 22: Vagina Dentata
Short: Scylla
Full Length: Echidna
Short: Charybdis

Definitions:

Short- Ten to Fifteen Minutes
One-Act- Twenty-five to Fifty Minutes
Full Length- Sixty-Five Minutes to Two Hours

Happy Brainstorming! We look forward to your submissions!

CASSANDRA: Part 7

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20th, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan


Act Two

Scene One

(CASSANDRA’s bedroom. CASSANDRA is asleep. It is now modern day. CASSANDRA awakes with a start, gasping. She looks wildly about the room, a look of confusion on her face. Finally, she lies back down, looking fearful.

The sun rises, and CASSANDRA awakes again. She dresses and goes to the dining room, where HELEN and HECUBA. They are not the characters from the first act; rather, CASSANDRA’s teenage daughters. They greet her with a chorus of “Hi, Mom!” CASSANDRA stands, looking confused again. Then, she slowly smiles.)

CASSANDRA
Good morning, girls.

HELEN
How’d you sleep?

CASSANDRA
Alright. I had the strangest dream, though.

HECUBA
What was it about?

CASSANDRA
I don’t…exactly remember. It’s all a haze right now. But it was so vivid!

HELEN
I’m sure it’ll come back to you.

CASSANDRA
Me too. How did you two sleep?

HELEN
Good! I was exhausted from our soccer game last night, so I was out like a light.

HECUBA
I slept good—

CASSANDRA
Slept well.

HECUBA
–I slept well, except for Helen snoring all night.

HELEN
Hec!

CASSANDRA
Mmhmm, I heard it too!

HELEN
Oh stop it, Mom!

(They all laugh.)

HECUBA
Can you pick us up from school today, Mom?

CASSANDRA
I don’t know. I’ll probably have to stay late tonight since I have to leave early tomorrow. We’re in crunch time right now and Kevin isn’t very happy about me leaving early, but I know all three of us will go insane if we go another day without internet. You’ll probably have to ask Stacey’s mom if she can drive you home today. I’m sorry.

HECUBA
That should be fine. Stacey said her mom was happy to drive us home.

CASSANDRA
That’s good. I just don’t want to be a burden on her.

HECUBA
I know.

HELEN
She just lives next door, Mom. I don’t think it’s that much of a burden.

CASSANDRA
I know, I know. Still, it’s the principle of the thing.

HELEN
Ooookay, Mom. (HELEN checks her phone.) Oh, we should go soon!

CASSANDRA
Okay, let me grab my stuff and I’ll drive you to school.

(CASSANDRA gets up, leaves for a moment, then comes back with a briefcase. HELEN and HECUBA both stand and hug CASSANDRA.)

HELEN
Love you, Mom.

(For a moment, CASSANDRA is frozen. She is unsure how to react. Her eyes well with tears, but she pushes them back and smiles.)

CASSANDRA
I…I love you too, girls. (She hugs them back.) Come on, let’s get you to school!

(CASSANDRA, HELEN, and HECUBA leave. The scene shifts to CASSANDRA’s office. She sits at her desk, giving her computer an odd look. A few moments pass before she shakes off her confusion and powers it on. She begins to work, slowly at first, her fingers clumsily hitting the keys on the keyboard. Eventually, she speeds up to a regular working pace. Office workers come and go, giving her documents or talking to her or other basic tasks. Each thing takes CASSANDRA a bit longer than normal to do. She is having trouble remembering everything. Soon, CASSANDRA is alone again. Then, KEVIN enters. KEVIN is a genial man in his mid-40s.)

KEVIN
Hey, Cassie, mind if I come in?

CASSANDRA
Oh…Kevin! Yeah, come in. What’s up?

KEVIN
Is everything alright?

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

KEVIN
Everyone has been saying that you’re not yourself today.

CASSANDRA
Not myself?

KEVIN
Yeah…like you’re a zombie or something.

CASSANDRA
Oh…no, everything’s fine.

KEVIN
Are you sure?

CASSANDRA
I’ve just felt like I’m in a daze today, that’s all.

KEVIN
Why?

CASSANDRA
I’m not sure…I had a weird dream last night that I can’t even remember, and now I feel all strange.

KEVIN
Hmm…do you want to take the rest of the day off?

CASSANDRA
What? No, I’m fine. Really.

KEVIN
Are you sure?

CASSANDRA
Yes! Plus I’m already leaving early tomorrow. I don’t want to do that two days in a row.

KEVIN
Look, I know I was upset about you leaving early tomorrow, but your health is more important to me than quarterly reports.

CASSANDRA
I appreciate it, Kevin. But I’m fine, trust me! (She smiles.)

KEVIN
…alright. Well, let me know if you need anything, okay?

CASSANDRA
Thank you.

(KEVIN leaves and CASSANDRA continues to work. Eventually, night descends and CASSANDRA prepares to leave. The scene shifts to the street as CASSANDRA walks to her car. Under a street light, APOLLO stands watching her. He is much less resplendent than before, wearing plain clothes now. They lock eyes as CASSANDRA walks by. There is a moment of recognition from CASSANDRA.)

CASSANDRA
Who are you?

APOLLO
You know me, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
What? No, I don’t. How do you know my name?

APOLLO
Remember, Cassandra. Remember.

CASSANDRA
I said I don’t know you! Leave me alone!

(CASSANDRA flees. APOLLO makes no attempt to follow her.)

APOLLO
Soon, Cassandra.

(The scene shifts again to CASSANDRA’s home. She is having dinner with HELEN and HECUBA. She is visibly shaken from the earlier encounter.)

HELEN
Mom? Mom. Mom. Mom!

(CASSANDRA snaps put of her trance.)

CASSANDRA
What…what is it, sweetie?

HELEN
You were spacing out again.

HECUBA
Are you okay, Mom?

CASSANDRA
Oh, yes, I’m fine.

HECUBA
Are you sure? You don’t look well.

CASSANDRA
I…ran into this guy when I was walking to my car after work. He…knew my name. But I didn’t know him. And…he frightened me. I don’t know why.

HELEN
That’s…really scary, Mom.

HECUBA
Did you call the police?

CASSANDRA
No…he didn’t follow me.

HECUBA
You should have someone walk you to your car tomorrow.

CASSANDRA
I should be fine. I’m going home early tomorrow.

HECUBA
Okay…just be careful, Mom.

CASSANDRA
I will.

(CASSANDRA hugs her daughters, then retires to her room. She lays in bed, but does not fall asleep. Her eyes are wide open, and she is afraid. Before long, it is morning again. She drags herself out of bed, dresses, and meets her daughters for breakfast in the kitchen.)

Keep checking in every month for more installments!

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A Giant Thank You To All Of Our 2013 Donors!

Posted in Uncategorized on August 26th, 2013 by admin

We’re excited to publish the list of our 2013 Olympians Festival donors!

This list is only partial. Some donors choose to remain anonymous, and many people donate in ways other than cash: their time, their energy, their expertize, their network, etc. Behind every festival, every theater production, there is always a plethora of people coming together in a myriad of ways to make it happen. No donor list or program credits are ever truly comprehensive.

To all the people on this list, and all the people who aren’t on it, thank you for all you do to make this vision a reality. The festival couldn’t happen without you, and we hope you love all the great work that comes out of it, the result of all the love and support you put in.

Paul Anderson
Kendra Arimoto
Christina Augello
Mary Ann Bell
Jane Bousel
Robin Bousel
Megan Briggs
Rachel Bublitz
Randall Bublitz
John Caldon
Linda-Ruth Cardozo
Jonathan Carpenter
Nat Cassidy
Louise Castaldi
Christie Chew
Andrew Chung
Shelley F. Cohen
Nancy Cooper Frank
Ashley Cowan
Jan Cox
Lisa Darter
Layla Muran de Assereto
Norm DeVeyra
Laura Domingo
Danielle Doyle
Susan Dunn
Colleen Egan
Alisha Ehrlich
Robert Estes
Susan Fairbrook
Margery Fairchild
Sean Fenton
Josh Galyen
Dori Gillam
James Grady
Matt Gunnison
Donald Hardwick
Neil Higgins
Paul Jennings
Barbara Jwanouskos
Meghan Kane
Brian Katz
Katherine Kessinger
Melissa Kelepetar
Dan Kurtz
Carol Lashof
Joyce C. Lashof
Charles Lewis III
Carl Lucania
Morgan Ludlow
Cat Luedtke
Alison Luterman
Brian Martin
T Davina McClain
Jose Mosqueda
Anita Nallathamby
Tonya Narvaez
Scott Neilson
William Newton
Debra O’Connor
Meghan O’Connor
Hector Osorio
Allison Lynn Page
Seanan Palmero
Sunil Patel
Kate Payne
Jacqueline Peters
Bridgette Portman
Tracy Held Potter
Madeline Puccioni
Diane Regas
Martha Richards
Diana Rishell
Jessica Rudholm
Celeste Russi
Carina Salazar
Brian Salomaki
Barbara Selfridge
Kirk Shimano
Dave Sikula
Paul Stout
Marissa Skudlarek
Laura Thompson
Kevin Trowbridge
Eileen Tull
Miguel Veloz
Pete Warden
Wolfgang Weber
Matt Werner
Teri Whipple
Colin Williams
Jason Wong
Lily Yang
Jeffrey Yasskin