By his shining and his power she knew him...

First, in the Unsettlingly Apropos Dept., wildfires menace Athens, stirring memories of the fires in the Peloponnese two years ago and threatening the survival of Greece's center-right government.

I went with my friend C to see the Public Theater's production of Euripides' The Bacchae in Central Park last night. We got tickets (which are free) through the virtual queue and had a grand old time, despite the miserable stickiness of the weather and the thunderclouds which menaced the production, but did not make good on their threat. The theater itself is pretty cool--it overlooks the castle in roughly the middle of Central Park, and the set was an oval shape, with risers rising to an irregular, curving point, evoking the mountains behind Thebes.

( The father of the most glorious of mortal daughters... )