Oh, tech week. Thank god for  boys who make tea and don't mind incoherency.

Everything is better when the sun is out.

Opening night in 2 days. Holy crap.

Apparently after it's over, we're going on a proper date :)

I now like stairwells a lot more than i did this morning. The last two hours certainly made up for the whole slipping-and-bouncing-down-3-stairs thing this morning, I think. Though that might have been the fault of the rain anyway ( Read more... )

:)

...why not enjoy being giddy while I can. He texted me 10 minutes after my last post. Shweeee. Late night television, I owe you big time.

so... now that i think this guy's pretty swell... what do i do? wait to see him on thursday, i suppose, but that's so frustrating! killing my inner desire to talk to him is taking serious self control. meh. mustbestrong.

SO. Today I was not at rehearsal because I had to go see a play in new york. The play was actually the worst assault on aesthetics and basic sensory experience that I have endured in the last several years. I didn't mind, though, because before the play I went to Veselka (which is a ukranian place  near St. Marks Place.) There, I realized that ( Read more... )

A Dialogue with Gravity

In the promotional images for a photographic exhibit celebrating Kazuo Ohno’s 100th birthday, he appears in a pond, sopping wet and clutching a wooden tray painted red. His skin, powdered white with rice-powder, sinks inwards, clinging to his prominent bones no more substantially than does his soaked shirt. Yet despite ( Read more... )

It is astonishing how much I hate feeling trapped.

If he told her he had not created disobedience ( Read more... )