The technician came yesterday afternoon to check out the server. We looked at the logs and confirmed that there wasn't much useful information there. We took the system down and he pulled and reseated the memory, CPUs, and cards. When we went to bring the system back up, however, it failed. It's nice when that happens with the technician right there. After much pulling of hair and gnashing of teeth, we were able to get a system back on line and have come back into the office this morning to do additional work.
West Side Stories was excellent. It presented a range of voices of the community and tried to sensitively portray the voices that felt compelled to protest the production of West Side Story (and those who speak their conscience on other issues, whether regarding race, religion, parking garages or spotted salamanders). At the same time, they made an impassioned plea for the value of artistic vision. In particular, they emphasized how points of view are always from a particular perspective and that art can serve as a catalyst by raising issues for further discussion. It was generally well acted -- I thought one young woman, in particular, rather stole the show. She was named Erin and played, among other things, a stage manager reading lines with people auditioning for parts in West Side Story. Fantastic!
The show was well attended, but Alisa observed that most of the audience was, on the one hand, young folks who seemed to know the cast members or, on the other, people older than 65. My generation was practically absent, which is a shame. I think a lot of people from my generation would find the performance provocative and stimulating, if they found the time to attend.