Or: How I make a fool of myself in front of world renowned actors.So I thought I'd have some balls this evening and approach Barbara Bryne (the oft-mentioned Jack's Mom in Into the Woods and Old Lady in Sunday in the Park with George) since I had a lovely conversation the other night with her more-awesome-than-words husband about knitting and ( Read more... )

It's been so, so long, friends--I apologize. Unfortunately I have class in half an hour and can't write much ( Read more... )

Dearest Kitty ( Read more... )

I'm missing the companionship of self-possessed straight boys like Ben Graupner.

Artillery on the ridge

It's Sunday ( Read more... )

Katharine, I will be available to talk between 9am and 12pm on Tuesday (that's 3pm to 6pm your time, I think). I hope, hope, hope that works out.

And I've been burning to update but there's no time!! I apologize--as soon as I can, I will.

A quick note to you, Kitty ( Read more... )

Katharine. It was recently brought to my attention that you have a phone number. This phone number was given to me, but I promptly lost it (as is my habit). Had I not lost it, you would have recieved a surprise call in place of this journal entry. I am slightly (but not really) peeved that this phone number was not given to me so at least our ( Read more... )

It's a cold, clear day here in Minneapolis. Beautiful.

God, how it makes me miss Interlochen. I'd like to be surrounded by trees and the lake, and all of my dearest friends...