Last night I saw a play at the National Theatre called THE HISTORY BOYS. It might have been the best play I've seen here. Or ever. What was it about? Well, there's a bunch of kids studying for exams to get into Oxford or Cambridge, and they've got two professors. One wants to teach them for their own sake-- that education is a personal ( Read more... )

Dictionary.com says both plural forms are acceptable ( Read more... )

So last night I was gonna go see Modest Mouse at the Astoria, but they sold out. Sell-outs. That's alright though, 'cause everyone says they suck live. Instead I decided to go to the Pint Pot for Karaoke Night ( Read more... )

I made a mix CD for a friend here. The third one I have ever made. First was for a girl. Second was for Matt Slagle. If you have knowledge of another mix I have made, please let me know so I can deny it. My roommate Danielle has expressed interest in my music, so I'm gonna share some of my stash. Some soul, D.C. punk, pop, dance, folk, emo, ( Read more... )

I spent the weekend in Paris, the oft-invaded city of light and love. Here's the play-by-play.

Train Ride
We left real early. I'm generally travel-ready, and I packed light, so I relaxed and just took a nap. No biggie. Arrived around 11. I didn't get to see much of the English or French countrysides or even the Channel Tunnel.

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Alright, weekly wrap-up. I know I've been sparser in my blog installments. That is because it's been a very busy week for me, and writing the wrap-up of the Italy trip was exhausting. So here we are. I'll be snarky, you'll pretend it's endearing, and we'll call it a day ( Read more... )

After a few fun nights in Rome, we got on a very long train for Cinqueterre. Meaning "5 lands", it's a nice string of villages along the Mediterrean. Very small, anti-tourist thing ( Read more... )

[ed. note - lost original draft. writing from memory/anger/pilsner]

After three lovely nights in Florence, we hopped an early flight to Rome. I slept on the train and read _Twelfth Night_ and _Confessions of an English Opium-Eater_. I used my lovely shut eye things from Virgin Atlantic.


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