What's Leftover

I.  I am Leftover and it feels good.  Without a direction,
without a thought, without a place to go, without a
"thing" to do, I am.  And I am happy about it.
Not bad a feeling for the day.  Not a bad place
"to be" for the ending of the year.  Not a care in
this moment.  And that is what I am wishing for everyone
and for those I love!  No more.  No less.  That's what's
leftover for NOW.

What's Leftover?

I asked Santa in December of 2011 to send me more love than I could  imagine.  So he did.  His name is Thomas Aquinas Cahill.  Together, with Tom, I have twice as much love to give and twice as much of myself to share!  So thank you Santa Claus!  Love from Penny Cahill-Sinone

After The Wedding, November 9th, 2012

Outside the New Venus Cafe, NYC

Photo Courtesy of Joe Rosen, Photographer

CANS FOR ART
It's easy, it's fun, it's productive.  Diving for cans.
It's the best way I know how to fund my next venture
"Geriatricks", a one woman show concerned with the joys
of aging in a society where wrinkles, sagging skin and
other changes in the female form are not celebrated as
part of transition but as a consequence of "dying off".
Just as leaves change their color and form during the fall
of each passing year, so do we all!  I saw embrace this change,
find laughter in this moment and celebrate the miracle that
"we've come a long way baby"!

Be on the lookout for more news regarding this project,
"Geriatricks", and future works produced by Dirty Sally
Productions.
           

What's Leftover

September 24, 2012

 

Recycle the Vote

                                          (You CAN do it!)

                                                                                       By Cam and Candy Canister

The Supreme Court's decision to open the floodgates of unlimited anonymous campaign contributions has created a feeling of doom on the left in regard to the President's ability to compete in the money wars of campaign advertising. Indeed, the Romney campaign has won the last few cycles and is presently out spending the President's operation at a three to one ratio.

Most of the Obama money is coming from people who earn less in a lifetime than Sheldon Adelson will rake in from one good round of baccarat at the Venetian Resorts Casino. Before depression sets in one should take into account a few things.

We know the billionaires have more dollars, but those little one, three, five and twenty five dollar donations of ours add up. Simply put, dollars don't vote, people do and there are more of us than there are billionaires. Much to the chagrin of Governor Romney corporations are NOT people. Still, the message needs trumpeting and that takes a horn section and too many of us are tapped out, laid off and wrung dry to play another note.

Take heart ye weary minstrels. Newer reeds await. The Kochs and The Adelsons may be purveyors of Dom Perignon and Monet de Chandon but we are the Legions of soda pop and lager beer.

Alderson bankrolls casinos, we stock pile precious metals. Aluminum to be precise.

On a recent journey to the scrap metal yard to redeem some cans for the purposes of subsidizing an art project, we were surprised to learn that our bounty of 111 pounds returned $71.00. It got us thinking. Previously we would just leave a few cans in a box by the side walk for the city to take. We realized no cash reward but we did realize the satisfaction of contributing to a sounder environment. Our ability to contribute to the campaign had previously been somewhat muted, but our desire wasn't. Why not contribute to the campaign and the environment simultaneously? Surely we are not alone. There must be others. We can mobilize. We Can. YES YOU CAN TOO!

Cans are everywhere, unfortunately too many litter the sides of our national highways. Pick'em up-turn'em in- and make your donation. Have can collection crush parties. Crush cans while crushing the competition. Create a Sign In Book (Don't buy one- use the other side of previously used papers- we don't waste). Have a Festival of Cans and crown a King and Queen of Cannery Row. Give math lessons to kids using cans-they do add up. Have a Can- Can dance competition with the entry fee being X amounts of cans, the winner has the donation made in their name. Keep a list of contributors and acknowledge them. Carry an extra bag on your walk home and if you see a stray can or two- snag them.

It's not just soda pop and beer cans though. Any aluminum will do. Scrap metal centers pay by the weight so old aluminum foils and cooking tins have value too. Cook your roast and help cook Mitt's goose.

(Cam and Candy Cannister migrate between New York City and Santa Fe, New Mexico creating art and making soup. Cam holds a post graduate degree from the University of Huevos Rancheros and Candy's new novel "Oh ,Deliver Me- The Autobiography of a Pizza" will be available in the spring from Puppo Publications.)

CANS to fund next performance

Aluminum cans.  They're everywhere for the taking and that
is exactly what I am doing.  Be on the lookout for me in
your neighborhood between six and nine am.  I am the one
carrying the large, black, plastic bag.  I walk quickly so as
to snag as many cans as possible, in a short time, before
someone else beats me to it (not mentioning any names here).
I will be doing this for one year in order to fund my next show
O.A. D.O.G!  or   Old Age Depends On GeriaTricks!

If you are interested in donating soda or beer cans, please
let me know.  Friends have been dropping bags of cans
in my yard!  Every can helps.

Ferris Wheel performance & video

FERRIS WHEEL was written by Mary Miller.

Steven Schlam and Penny Sinone, Actors,
February, 2011 Performance Date

http://youtu.be/LUtLLKTKTVk

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

2012 Legislative Session
Committee's Committee Secretary


What's Leftover?

A trail of thirty days littered with "to go menus",an empty rental, a badge without the key, Dorothy's thank you card, legend about a Tilapia, HEADLINES of aliens and alienation, signs without protestors, writings on walls, expressions of discontent, echos of accolades for Senator Papen whose tear dropped on the Senate Floor, a wrinkled bologne wrapper, an empty House, desolate parking lots, a Savage dream and the feel of a lovely smile.

"Don't worry about it", he said.

Yes. Don't worry about it. Let's celebrate what's leftover. In all sizes, shapes, colors- each of us carrying our own flag, our own devotion. Each of us a piece of the leftover. Yes. You're leftover. I'm leftover. Their leftover. WE'RE leftover.

Yes. Let's celebrate.