In response to this vexing dilemma, I have taken it upon myself to provide, in this public medium, a useful guide to all interested parties on how not to be one of the aforementioned sanity stealing demons from the abyss. Those of you who are already perfect, like me, can go read the funny pages.

The most important concept for dorm residents to learn is that sound travels. I will repeat that, because it is rather important, and there will be a test afterward. Sound travels. Not only that, but things like walls and ceilings tend to amplify and echo sounds, making them louder in the rooms than they are in the halls. Thus, if you enjoy playing the insert-musical-instrument-here you shouldn’t do it in the rooms. Nor should you ever engage in any physical activity which involves hitting the wall, or door, or floor, or ceiling. Granted, you people are expected to engage in your little hijinx and goings-on in your own rooms, but for God’s sake, do it in the privacy of the room, not the hallway. This does not imply you are allowed to do anything which bothers me. If you own a basketball, and plan to live in a dorm, I recommend destroying it violently with explosives. Fire is an option, but somewhat difficult to contain, and acid, while effective, is costly. Explosives are the way to go.

Basketballs, of course, are the third most evil thing which can be brought into a dorm room, the first and second being a drum set and a bass guitar. All the wrath of heaven and earth should be brought upon it and anyone who would dare bring one inside the building. Use of a basketball on the upper floor of a community housing building is grounds for death in some Third World countries. While by no means do I advocate killing basketball enthusiasts, I do feel action should be taken on this issue. Perhaps mandatory community service would be suitable, or a swift kick in the teeth. Drummers and bassists who practice in their rooms however, should be pelted with heavy objects. Sometimes you have to draw a line, and that line is somewhere around 60 decibels. Dorms have basements for a reason, and that reason is so people like them can go be loud somewhere else. To help people determine if a given activity is too loud, I have devised a simple test. If you think that something you are about to do is loud enough to bother someone, than it is. If you do it anyway, I should be allowed to kick you vigorously about the shins until I feel vindicated. Of course you will say, I won’t do such a thing, because this entire column is a complaint about rudeness, and kicking your shins would be rude itself, therefore self contradictory. To that I reply: You have given this piddly column too much thought, and should go away. To return to my point: If you are loud and live anywhere near yours truly, the next sound you hear might be yourself hollering at the strange little man kicking your shins. So please, for the sake of your shins, be quiet.

Brian Sylvester owns steel-toed slippers.

It’s no longer about bringing troops home; rather, now it’s all about publicity and grabbing as much media attention as possible. Remember Cindy Sheehan? Of course you do. That’s all anyone ever heard about all of August. The last I heard of her she was complaining about the lack of media coverage on her peace movement, and rather, the lack of cameras on her, due to hurricane Rita. She had the audacity to write that Rita was “a little wind and a little rain” and that “It is bad but there are other things going on in this country today … and in the world!” Oh, and she was also grinning her ass off when she was arrested in front of the White House for protesting without a permit. I’m sure that wasn’t planned at all. That really adds credibility to the peace movement.

Not that there was much credibility to begin with. You never see it on the news, but a lot of those signs being hefted around are filled with some of the most ignorant, hateful crap I’ve ever seen. The only impression I get from reading things like “Castrate Cheney” and “Bush is Hitler” is that protesters, while preaching love and compassion, are actually filled with hate.

For once, I’d like someone to tell me what a protester’s view of peace is. Because so far, all I’m getting is that it works like this: Countries can do whatever they want as long as they are within their own borders and not interfering anywhere else. Meaning it was perfectly okay for Saddam Hussein to butcher thousands and thousands of Iraqis every year, just as long as he didn’t leave Iraq and start doing it elsewhere like Kuwait in the early 90s. But it’s horribly wrong of the U.S. to intervene militarily. Why? Because we’re entering his country and that breaks the rules.

Is this the way world peace is really supposed to work? Every nation more or less an isolationist nation, where we talk and make promises and hope the other side follows through? We’re just supposed to sit back and watch horrible acts of inhumanity like the genocide in Sudan, because taking action would be wrong?

That hardly seems like the way things are supposed to work. I thought evil was supposed to be opposed, not ignored. It’s not acceptable for the Taliban to execute women guilty of adultery- or for just speaking their minds- publicly during the half-time of a soccer game. It’s not acceptable for Saddam Hussein to spend a lifetime committing crimes against humanity. It’s not acceptable for children to be massacred by Islamic fundamentalists.

And before any of you start yelling or writing back that “Bush is the murderer!”, I’ve heard, read, and watched it over and over. All it shows to me is how closed minded “liberals” really are.

Paul Goodman is a sophomore new media major.

The teams’ home stadiums were ravaged by the disaster and their schedules were wrought with chaos, yet the hopes and dreams of the entire region were hung on them by an overzealous national media. Every night, sportscasters were on television giving eloquent soliquies about the triumph of the human spirit and that the Saints and Tigers were the second favorite team of everyone in America.

Is it really fair to pin that sort of pressure on people who are already suffering themselves? People in this country take a lot of civic pride in their sports teams, but it is a rather unhealthy obsession.

You can’t deny the devastation that the folks in New Orleans have suffered and it’s understandable that something, anything good that happens in their lives is uplifting emotionally, even something as simple and seemingly trivial as winning a football game.

What isn’t fair is setting them up for more disappointment. With the pride and joy that comes with a win there is equal malaise with a crushing defeat, and that’s what the people of New Orleans have had to endure recently as the Saints stumbled and LSU plummeted in the polls.

You can’t blame the teams, because they’re doing their best despite unnerving circumstances in their homes and with their families. They’ve even dedicated time and money to relief and visited victims to brighten their day. You can’t blame people for looking for any beacon of hope in such a dark situation.

I blame the media. Winning sporting events is not part of the natural healing process. Hurricane Katrina is real; it is not a figment of the imagination of someone writing a bad sports movie about an underdog winning a championship. Trying to create such a storyline with the Saints and LSU was wrong.

Not only are the fans immeasurably more disappointed now, but the players are also unfairly affected. They’ve now let down an entire region of disaster victims, not just their teammates and die hard fans. No man deserves to have that sort of pressure on his back, nor can any man be expected to withstand it.

Sports are supposed to be an escape from life, not a metaphor for it. People are looking to turn on the game so they can get away from the harshness of reality, not so they can be reminded of it at every turn.

The true healing process is in reuniting with family and friends and returning to the places where homes once were and making them rise again. Instead of disappointment over losses, people should be able to enjoy the fact that LSU is able to play in their home state at all, and use their facility as a surrogate home for the Saints. The rise of the new homes and the repopulation of the region is the true triumph of the human spirit, more so than any athletic victory could ever hope to be.

They tried the same trick with the Yankees after Sept. 11. The New York team’s victory would represent triumph for all of America, as they rose out of the ashes of Ground Zero to overcome and conquer. They lost the World Series that year, and the media dumped the triumph story. The fans and people of New York still applauded and appreciated their efforts, and no matter what, the folks in New Orleans will do the same for the Saints, LSU and the NBA’s New Orleans Hornets.

For the rest of these teams’ seasons, let’s just let them play in peace. Let the people use the games as their escape and don’t pin undue and unrealistic hopes on them.

That way, win or lose, the games can continue to bring smiles to a frowning region.

Matt Williams third-year journalism major.

On Tuesday, conservative political activist David Horowitz came to speak at UMaine. Horowitz, drafter of the Academic Bill of Rights and passionate speaker on behalf of conservative students, has been considered a rather controversial speaker, not only on this campus but on many campuses across the United States. In a time when the voices heard on college campuses are mostly liberal, it is refreshing to hear from speakers with views that differ from those of the mainstream. Even though Horowitz might not have experienced a kind reception from this campus, it is important to have a balance of political voices at our university. By inviting speakers from all sides of the political spectrum, not only are we utilizing our First Amendment rights but establishing an environment where a diverse opinions are encouraged.

Cigarette tax will hit hard

Last week, the state of Maine’s $1 per pack cigarette tax increase went into effect, leaving many smokers scrambling under the couch for loose change and quite upset about the state reaching into their pockets for some extra cash.

What they need to realize is that the millions of dollars raised by the tax increase will be going toward tobacco-related health care. Not only are Maine’s smokers picking up the tab for illnesses their habits cause, they’re making a future investment in the care they’ll need when years of smoking catches up with them.

It’s not right for the 77 percent of adults who don’t smoke to pay the bill for tobacco-related health care, just so smokers can get their fix at a cheaper price.

If any smokers really can’t afford to buy cigarettes with the new tax, the solution is simple: Quit. You’re not going to die if you can’t afford to buy cigarettes anymore. On the contrary, you probably will if you continue.

Pay for the expenses you create through smoking by paying the new tax, or quit smoking and bring the costs of health care down.

Either way, put your money where your mouth is.

Everybody set? Great. Let’s begin. Where we are now is often referred to as “college.” While there are other sections of this tour, we’ve found it’s best for people to get a firm grip on this part before moving onto the more advanced sections like “marriage,” “children” and “taxes,” so we’ll be spending most of today here.

Many scholars assert that college as we know it today actually dates back to several Native American tribes from the Northeast, but popular opinion is that its actual development wasn’t until some time during late 1984. Regardless, a countless number of institutions now dot the landscape and serve as a means of separating the insane and potentially dangerous from the larger portion of society …

Whoops. My bad. That’s an “asylum.” Totally different tour. If you’re interested, that one takes place at 3:30 p.m. and starts out in the rotunda. Anyways, colleges or “universities” are even more numerous than asylums, and serve as a place for parents – who, after 18 years of raising the same self-absorbed child day after day, have grown quite sick of the little punk – to send their children as a means of slowly cutting them off from financial support. The bitter irony here, as history shows us, is that many parents end up spending nearly $100,000 or more before they can cut junior’s death grip on the apron strings. Isn’t that funny?

If you’ll look at this display case, you’ll see that while the story I just mentioned applies to most college students, there have been reports of a rare sub-genre of people dwelling in and around these residences. Apparently, they were, and it’s rumored, still are, a group of people who actually left mommy and daddy of their own volition quite awhile ago. But they soon discovered that those who hadn’t been sent to such an institution were often left out of the cool people groups once they got out on their own. Some kind of rite of passage involving a magic piece of paper, I think. Quite silly, really.

While there have been stories, urban legends, actually, of people having difficulties getting into college, most of these are largely unfounded for one main reason: the plethora of institutions dotting the landscape means that nearly all of them are starving for children to attend, and the hard cash their parents will have to send with them.

“But isn’t college expensive? What if you can’t afford it?”

A question from the group. Excellent. Don’t be shy now. Remember when you were in elementary school and your teachers told you there are no stupid questions? It’s absolutely true. There are no stupid questions – just stupid people. Rich people pay for it themselves. Poor people can just get loans from the government, which they’ll be paying off until they’re 110. While there can be a varying degree of quality in such places, for the most part they’re all pretty much the same.

“But, sir, what about academics? Don’t you have to be smart to go to college?”

Ha ha ha, don’t be silly. Any cretin can go to college! As long as you can catch a ball and turn in a urine sample that’s at least 32 percent actual urine, you’re home free! Not to mention that you can always major in something like “communications.” Scientists aren’t sure to this day of the purpose of this, but you’d be surprised by how many people do it. Kind of like nipple piercing.

Really, though, the primary purpose of college, despite what many people believe, is not just to get people out of their parents’ basements or to give them that silly piece of magic paper mentioned earlier. Actually, recent evidence unearthed in the ancient city of Trenton, New Jersey, suggests that college is actually a place where many parents sent, and continue to send, their children in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, junior would, even if only slightly, grow up.

Granted, that theory is pretty controversial, especially amongst the college dwellers themselves, sometimes referred to as “students.” Surprisingly enough, many of these students are so addled from malted hops and bong resin that they actually think they’ve grown up before they got there. Isn’t that funny?

“Ha … yeah.”

But it’s true. To top it off, many of them arrive absolutely convinced that the entire campus revolves around them. There have even been stories, some that I like to tell around the campfire, of students wandering aimlessly around for hours on end, convinced that entire buildings are out to get them. Out to make them miss classes, fail tests, and keep them awake at night by banging on imaginary doors. Why, I even remember one story of a student who, if you can imagine, argued against one church’s use of Jesus Christ in an attempt to get more people to attend services!

“Well, that’s just the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

I know. But it’s all very true. Personally, it makes me wonder why the authorities never got involved, especially in extreme cases like that. Nevertheless, college remains a place that, given time, even the most thick-headed and stubborn of these youngsters would be forced to grow up just a little bit if they ever hoped to get out. Why, if they didn’t, just imagine the shock they’d be in for in the real world, especially on some of those more advanced tours I talked about earlier!

“Maybe they’d have to take the asylum tour then.”

Stephen King should be proud: For a dollar, independent filmmakers have been able to adapt his short stories into short films since the early 1980s. Thanks to King, an expansive group of these “shorts” were compiled and shared at last year’s first Dollar Baby Film Festival. Now, there will be a few reruns and some premiers, but hopefully another encouraging turnout.

“To adapt his work and bring it to the screen was a wonderful opportunity as well as a dream come true,” Julie Sands, director of “Lunch at the Gotham Cafe,” a film that will be premiered on Friday, said. “I wanted to do a dollar baby with a level of quality that was indistinguishable from a feature film. I think I succeeded but you will have to be the judge of that.”

Sands is one of the many directors showcasing their work this weekend. On Friday, her film is showing at 8, followed by a Q&A with her, producer Steve Wozniak, producer Lauri Hope, and artist Dennis Calero. Then, there will be a screening of “Riding the Bullet”, directed by Mick Garris.

“Riding the Bullet” premiered on Aug. 1, 2004, but is set in 1969 from the perspective of a hitchhiker. Alan is a desperate college student, trying to cross the state overnight to reach his hospitalized mother.

“Most of the movies that I’ve made since I started directing in 1986 have been in the horror genre. And several of them had been King projects,” Garris said. “I’m just a King fan who is lucky enough to have directed more films based on his work than anyone.”

This event will take place at Cinema 10 in Bangor at 8 p.m. Tickets are $8 and provide for both films. On Saturday, tickets are $5 dollars and encompass all the day’s events. At noon, the festival moves to Donald P. Corbett Business Building on campus, and screenings will be divided into three films with two panels.

The shorts usually run around 30 minutes, are un-rated, and are mostly drama or horror related. The program at noon starts off with “The Woman in the Room” directed by Darabont, a dramatic piece about a woman with an incurable illness who cannot die. Her son’s story shifts when he decides to try and relieve her. This particular film was adapted from King’s Night Shift Collection. Following that one is “A Dark Tower Cartoon,” “Lucky Quarter,” “Roland Meets Brown,” “Autopsy Room 4,” “Strawberry Spring,” “The Man in the Black Suit” and “I Know What You Need.”

Afterwards, at 3 p.m., there is a panel hosted by various directors about how to make your own dollar baby. 4 p.m. leads us into another round of movies beginning with “The Boogeyman,” then, “A Dark Tower Cartoon,” “All That You Love,” “The Lawnmower Man,” “The Road Virus Heads North,” “Sorry Right Number,” “The Woman in the Room,” and “Rainy Season.” The last panel starts at 7 p.m. and is a “conversation” with Rocky Wood, author of King’s Uncollected, Unpublished. Wood will talk about tracking down 12 “lost” King stories, followed by a book signing.

Finally, at 8 p.m. the last round of shorts start with “Night Surf,” then, “A Dark Tower Cartoon,” “Paranoid,” “The Shining Bunnies,” “Srajenie (The Battle),” “The Last Rung on the Ladder,” “Minimum Overdrive,” and “All That You Love Will Be Carried Away.”

Stephanie Shershow, one of the directors of the festival, said that the festival began as the brainchild of Ben Fowlie, who began the project with fellow Emerson film student Joe Duda. She became involved with the festival about a year ago when she met Fowlie, who was playing in a rock band. Shershow, a Syracuse graduate who had spent 8 years in New York City doing tour press for rock bands and record labels, told Fowlie that she could “make the show happen,” she said.

“We’ve really worked hard on a program that you can’t see anywhere closer than Tribeca in Toronto … We’re really proud that we can offer this to Maine students and people that live in the state,” Fowlie said.

Since then Fowlie, Shershow and Duda have devoted their time to screening films, fundraising for the event, buying flights and accommodations for filmmakers and planning out the festival. They even went to some film festivals, such as the Boston International Film Festival, and approached filmmakers there to join the Camden festival.

“We wanted to make it a true film festival, like Sundance,” Shershow said in reference to the variety of venues and multitude of screenings.

Fowlie had chosen to focus on documentary when he began working on the event. Organizers plan to incorporate many different genres of documentary films, hosting a different theme each year. This year’s focus is “highlighting the world’s lesser-known evils,” Shershow said.

“[Fowlie] always had a big respect for documentary film makers, which is why he chose to focus on documentary for the festival,” she said.

The festival will be held this weekend, starting at 7 p.m. Thursday, Sept. 29 and concluding the evening of Sunday, Oct. 2. Festival organizers are holding the screenings at a variety of locations in Camden, Rockport and Rockland, and hosting a grand total of 37 discussions and screenings. For a schedule of the day and list of venues, visit festival’s Web Site (www.camdenfilmfest.org). Over 20 filmmakers will be present at the event, at least six of them having won awards in the field of documentary, according to an UMaine press release.

Fowlie, a Camden native, felt that the coastal Maine town was a perfect place for a festival location.

“Film is kinda booming in this area right now,” Fowlie said. “Some festivals get lost in urban areas.”

One of the venues for the show, Visionmill studio, had recently opened in Camden and provided an ideal location for the event. Rob Draper, a world-renowned cinematographer best known for his films “Spitfire Grill” and the “Tales from the Crypt” series opened the high-definition film studio earlier this year, and has offered great assistance with this event, Shershow said.

“He and all the people that work here have been incredibly wonderful,” she said.

One event of particular interest at the Strand Theater in Rockland is a screening of a film by Meg Tomeo, a student filmmaker at Massachusetts College of Art. The film will be accompanied by a live performance of the Boston-based rock band Caspian. Shershow described the film, which portrays Tomeo’s travels across Europe, as an “exquisite, beautiful film.”

Another opportunity is a lobster dinner to be held at 5 p.m. on Friday at the Maine Photographic Workshops in Rockport. For $15, individuals receive a full lobster dinner and unlimited access to the buffet, as well as free beer to those who can legally drink. Shershow promises that there will be plenty of other options such as steak and salad for those who do not like lobster. The price without lobster is $7. All of the filmmakers of the festival will be present at the dinner to meet the community and discuss their works.

“It’s sort of a gift to us from all the people attending the festival,” Shershow said.

The University of Maine has been a collaborator in the event, and part of that effort is the offering of a course on the form, function and future of documentary filmmaking through the Department of Continuing and Distance Education. According to the course syllabus, the course will “revolve around an immersive intensity at the Camden Film Festival.”

Michael Grillo, one of the joint instructors of the course along with Tony Brinkley and Mike Scott, described the students in the course as a group with diverse backgrounds and a myriad of interest. The instructors themselves come from such varied backgrounds as art, English and new media.

“We do hope that this course will become an annual opportunity with each passing Camden film festival,” Grillo said.

Tickets are available on the Web site. An all-festival pass which includes parties is $250, while an all-festival pass for just the films is $150. Students can purchase tickets to individual screenings for $6 after 12 p.m. each day of the festival.

Soma 36 is putting on the “Back in Session” event, complete with three floors of music played by 10 of New England’s best DJs, live MCs straight from the streets of New York, 5 bars with drink specials all night long and a naughty school-girl dance contest with up to $600 in prizes. The club will be equipped with a full-scale laser show, go-go dancers, pool tables, and a newly expanded VIP room, according to the Web site.

Organizer of the event and manager of Soma 36′s promotion company Special Blendz Benjamin MacDonald said, “I want to bring a touch of the upscale nightclub scene to Orono through my events, and hope it catches on.”

With two live hip-hop groups from Portland and New York, names like DJ Stiles and live video footage of the crowd projected on flatscreens, MacDonald hopes that the event will have every aspect of an urban nightclub. The club hours are 9 p.m. to 2 a.m. and admission is $10, with reduced admission for ladies dressed in school girl outfits.

Last event “Bootylicious” gathered a soldout crowd of 700 people. MacDonald recommends party-goers arrive early for guaranteed entry. The event has been promoted in Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts and as far away as Rhode Island.

For more information, go to the event Web site (www.specialblendz.net).

Adams simultaneously fell in love with photography and nature during a family trip to California’s Yosemite Valley at age 14. He had with him his first Kodak camera, and the trip would lead to Adams’ eventual abandonment of his dream to be a concert pianist in order to pursue a life as a photographer. Realizing that he could not earn a living simply from art photography, Adams entered the business of commercial photography. He would eventually hold the position of principal photographic consultant at Polaroid. Adams, who lived from 1902-1984, is one of the few photographers in history who achieved worldwide recognition through his work.

While taking in the impressive array of photographs in the gallery, the viewer will realize of how Adams’ work transcends the realm of simple landscape photography. Each of Adams’ photographs has its own distinct personality. The viewer may find themselves surprised when they realize how much time they are able to spend studying the indescribable level of detail in some of the photographs.

Many of Adams’ photographs, Maroon Bells Near Aspen for example, demonstrate Adams’ uncanny ability to capture the dual nature of the perfect simplicity and complexity of nature. Maroon Bells Near Aspen pans down from snowy, craggy mountains, with every crevasse and tree sharply outlined into a beautifully simple lake, pristine and undisturbed.

The fact that these photographs are all developed in black and white is a technique that makes every photograph all the more attractive and alluring. While many of these photographs are similar to sights the viewer may have seen in their own life, the absence of color somehow makes them more mystifying. Take the example of a photo such as Mount Williamson from Manzanar, showing an enormous field of boulders leading to a mountain range engulfed in clouds. In color, this photo could quite possibly look like a boring, dead landscape of dreary browns. In black and white, the landscape is crisp, sharp, and compelling. Viewers can lose themselves in each photo and imagine themselves stepping into the untouched world of purity that hangs on the wall before their eyes. The unique magnificence of each photograph evokes an unmistakable feeling that each of Adams’ works was significant and meaningful to him.

The entire selection found at the UMMA is on loan from the George Eastman House International Museum of Photography. The George Eastman House took the 100th anniversary of Adams’ birth in 2002 to look through its expansive collection of Adams’ works and created a new career-spanning exhibit of the famous photographer.

This rare opportunity to view an extensive collection of the world-renowned works of Ansel Adams is available for a limited time, closing on Saturday, Oct. 8. A visit to the museum and a close look at Adams’ photographs is indeed a captivating and interesting glimpse into nature and black and white landscape photography. Just be sure to bring your MaineCard to get in free of admission, and then in addition to the aforementioned photos, keep an eye out for Trees and Snow, Nevada Fall, Fern Spring, Canyon de Chelly, and Yosemite Valley for shining examples of the genius of Ansel Adams.

The theatre opened its new season last Friday night with the hilarious performance of “Picasso at the Lapin Agile.” Written by Steve Martin – yes, that Steve Martin, as it cleverly states on the program. The play was the first full-length production written for the stage by Martin since 1993. Winner of the 1996 New York Critics’ Circle Award for Best Play and Best Playwright, the story focuses around a fanciful fictionary chance of meeting Pablo Picasso and Albert Einstein.

As the 1904 Parisian setting unfolds, we are introduced to the two brilliant minds rarely portrayed prior to the advent of their fame. Earlier than Einstein’s theory of relativity and before Picassos’ foray into cubism, the two run into each other in a small French bar and are both confounded and intrigued to learn just how much they have in common, as were members of the audience. Both being artists at opposite ends of a spectrum that society seems hell-bent on keeping apart, the two passionately take part in a debate of ideas on love, desire, ar, and genius that progressively becomes more of an exchange as the two young men come to realize just how similar they truly are.

In a clever mix of fact with fiction, Martin manages to continually slip in nuggets of profound thought under the guise of a simple laugh. The effect of this is a play that caters to varying levels of intelligence simultaneously. “Picasso at the Lapin Agile” tends to be as deep as anyone would want it to be, and there are times it has the potential to almost be unfathomable.

Matt Mullin, veteran of the New York stage, portrays a young Picasso so ardent in his philandering you would have thought that he invented the term. Mullin shows great care, however, to never let the character get to the point where we lose sympathy for him. I found Gabriel Sigal’s portrayal of young Einstein to be lethargically enjoyable. Whether historically accurate or not, it is precisely the type of young man pop culture portrays Einstein to be: awkward, uncertain and as nervous about the idea of love. The remaining supporting cast is beautifully rounded out by some of our areas finest actors including Kae Cooney, Adam Kuykendall and the University of Maine’s own theatre instructor A.J. Mooney, who goes further in disproving the old adage that “those who can’t do teach” than most could ever hope to do.

“Lapin Agile” not only goes far in stirring up our definition of art and genius but also adds the complex level of fame that was not as prevalent in either Picasso or Einstein’s time, but definitely waiting ’round the corner as the century turned. This newly added idea is humorously touched upon by the eleventh-hour cameo appearance of another icon . While it may not feel as though he quite fits with these two gentlemen, he goes quite a ways in illustrating how far our interests have shifted in the last hundred years.

The Penobscot Theatre’s “Picasso at the Lapin Agile” runs through Oct. 2. Student ticket prices are $21 for advance tickets and a special student only price of $5 for rush tickets 30 minutes prior to any show. Call the box office at 207-942.-333 for more information and show times.