Andrew Weems grew up as the child of a State Department official and
an inscrutable, chain-smoking mother. Namaste Man is a
series of elliptical stories about his childhood in Zambia, Virginia,
and Nepal—tales of hippies and hash bars, yak dung and betel
nuts, and a few bleak scenes from his adulthood in New York. Weems
leaps through his stories with a sprightly, almost impish, energy. For
an autobiographical solo show, Namaste Man is surprisingly
generous: Weems seems to care, primarily, about other people.
(Intiman Theatre, 201 Mercer St, 269-1900. 2 and 7:30 pm,
$10–$48.) BRENDAN KILEY

Brend an Kiley has worked as a child actor in New Orleans, as a member of the junior press corps at the 1988 Republican National Convention, and, for one happy April, as a bootlegger’s assistant in Nicaragua....