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Welcome baby Maddox! Feb 19, 2008

maddox.jpg Our Production Manager Mark and his awesome wife Rosa had Maddox Lee yesterday, Feb 18. He weighs in at 7lbs 10oz and has pretty amazing eyebrows. Mama and baby are doing well. We can't wait to hang out with the newest kid in the OtB posse. Posted by Tania
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Press reviews for <i>Hey Girl!</i> Feb 12, 2008

Here are a few press previews and reviews of the Hey girl! show: "Get Out: Hey Girl! @ On the Boards" on Seattlest With "Hey Girl," theater company evokes confusion of girlhood in the Seattle Times
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Eggplant recipe from "Hey girl" actress Sonia Beltran Napoles Feb 5, 2008

Hey Girl's Sonia Beltran Napoles is not only a captivating performer, but an excellent cook. On Saturday night she made an Eggplant Parmesan that was to die for. She was generous enough to tell her recipe to the best English speaker in the company, who wrote it down for us: LA PARMIGIANA for the tomato sauce: 1 jar of peeled tomatoes ("pelati") 1 onion 1 garlic segment basil olive oil, salt, pepper ------ 4 large eggplants (Or more, depending on how many people) grated parmesan cheese
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Societas Raffaelo Sanzio | <i>Hey girl!</i> Feb 3, 2008

Welcome to our review blog for Hey girl! Read our patron reviews, click on the Comments button to read the comments of others and post your own thoughts. *Be aware that there are spoilers for the show in the posts and comments!*
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Hey girl. Feb 3, 2008

Wow. What a show of contradictions: so full of images but so lacking in fully realized ideas. I experienced moments of true visceral response, like I never have before. The images "Hey Girl" created had real power to move me that had nothing whatsoever to do with intellectual response. I felt them in my gut.
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"New York Times" article about Romeo Castellucci's Hey Girl Feb 3, 2008

The New York Times ran a feature on Societas Raffaello Sanzio and "Hey Girl!" in today's paper. Check it out: Click here to read the article
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Hey girl! Feb 1, 2008

I hope I won’t ruin my ice queen façade when I say that last night’s performance of Hey Girl! had me in tears from about 10 minutes in until the end of the show. I’m not easily moved by any art performance – and working at On the Boards, I have seen many, many performances. The symbolism and props used, which would have been obvious and ridiculous in the hands of a lesser artist (hey, dumbass! women are oppressed! etc etc), I found strangely lovely and riveting.
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Hey Girl, Brilliantly Handled Symbols and Medieval Shit Feb 1, 2008

I’ve been searching every corner of my mind for the right expressive adjectives to encompass my thoughts on this piece as a whole and am now officially admitting defeat. Please imagine that I mean something more when I say that  “Hey Girl! ” is important. It’s much more important than I am going to be able to describe. My mother (a creature chiefly at home in the visual arts and my ultimate, shining example of verbal abstraction) was most impressed by the sound element of the performance. As she described it, the sound added a dimension.
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The Real Artists of Hey Girl Feb 1, 2008

Three years ago I wrote "Real Artists Make Masterpieces" on the wall of my shop. It's a quote from an NPR story I had just heard about a group of farmers or cowboys or some other stereotypically hick group of rural yokels who had turned themselves on to painting and sculpture and had organized a small artists' collective. These were blue collar, red-state ordinary folk who we white collar NPR-listening urban folk assume hate art and all things beautiful.
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gloopiness = hey girl Feb 1, 2008

If Hey Girl! weren't skillfully executed, it would be painfully trite. A young woman extricated herself from an oozing fluid (in which is embedded a molted human skin), looked at herself in a mirror, sobbed, put on lipstick, poured perfume on a sword...if this had been produced cheaply, it would be freshman college feminism. But the fluid was this amazing viscous gloop that, even after 75 minutes, was still flowing off of the table; the way the lighting revealed the gloop, and the actress embedded in it, manipulated my attention with consummate skill.
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