Will someone please buy us tickets to Sweden?

begged my friend Pablo Dosh in a mass email yesterday.

"Shailja just sent out following announcement about the premiere of Migritude II: Bwagamoyo -- the sequel to Migritude I -- in Sweden on June 3rd.

"And Andrea and I won't be there! SO unfair. After all, we saw the Migritude I premiere in Berkeley. Shouldn't the universe somehow allow us to attend all of her premieres?"

Only Pablo would even imagine travelling to Sweden for a performance with a six-week old baby and three-and-a-half-year-old toddler.

He goes on to say:

"Reading about Bwagamoyo makes me want to drop my current day's work agenda and write poetry.

"Reading:

The most telling – and compelling – line of a man's body is where his neck meets his shoulder.

"... this week when the spot where my neck meets my shoulder is killing me -- a combination of a minor car accident (got rear ended) three days before Mateo's birth, followed by three weeks of holding an infant in all kinds of weird positions -- makes me muse over what stress/pain/ambition I carry in that line where the neck meets the shoulder. And over everything I'm trying to do right now, be a father and spouse, fundraise for Peru, turn in my tenure file next week, be healthy -- I am increasingly reaching out to friends to lean on.

"I really (REALLY) wish I could see Shailja's show."

I wish you could too, Pablo. But you know I'll be channelling your unbeatable combo of Montessori confidence and Purple Power backstage, don't you? And I urge everyone reading this to consider relaxing Pablo's neck and shoulder muscles, just a fraction, with a donation to the amazing Building Dignity project for social justice in Peru.