my neighborhood in the snow looks like that one midwest town in that one indie movie about a place you wouldn't want to live except that'd give you ample opportunity to overcome something. it's cold, and dirty, and three days later whats left is clear skies, freezing temperatures, and treacherous slushy sections of sidewalk.
the girls next door have ( Read more... )

after our first day in London, we lost heat, internet, and the battery in my camera. we have been reunited with two (interwebs! photomachine!) at the price of a fourth (my computer. I am v. v. v. worried). and it is cold. oh the cold. BUT! through the power of skype, spent new years with my true loves across the sea, which was thrilling. I love ( Read more... )

so basically, I slept through 98% of my time in Amsterdam.

now, granted, there were mitigating circumstances. after my parents flight was delayed 16 + hours due to the Seattle Snowpocalypse, the travel company tried to do something nice and got me an earlier flight to London.  a much, much earlier flight.

including runway time, I spent probably ( Read more... )

at 10PM, or just after, I get on a plane. that plane will eventually deposit me in Amsterdam. from there I go to London; to Paris; to Oxford; back to London, and (on January 12th) home home HOME to Seattle where I will stay (forever?) until the end of the month. and frankly, kittens, I am terrified. I've never taken an international flight (never ( Read more... )

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Terry Pratchett Announces he has Alzheimer's.

oh. bugger.

excuse me, I'm gonna go make some tea and cry a little bit (and then write a huge entry about festivities and saving the world, or at least the theatre). okay. okay.

- Harker

tonight is opening, my first opening not taking place at home-away-from-home in a Very Long Time.
I am going to be okay.
really.
-Harker

life goal: to converse intelligently and pleasently with a gorgeous black drag queen, in Hebrew.

CHECK CHECK AND DOUBLE CHECK.

-Harker

I just shook hands with the man who, back in the day (and when he had his own teeth) was blowing William S. Burroughs.

New York is so fucking beautiful.

-Harker (astounded)

tonight: heafty head-chest cold, achey muscles from an hour of rehearsal last night spent repeatedly climbing my scene partner. I am still carrying my script. my director asks me to do an impression of an eel (little relevance). then ( Read more... )