In less than 24 hours I'll be soaring on the back of a metal bird to London. I'm surprisingly apathetic toward this whole trip, mainly due to how dramatic the whole run-up has been. I am, however, mystified that I will board a plane here and wake up in a different country. I don't really understand space and time. Or the physics of flying, for that matter.
I know that once I'm onboard the AA flight (Flight 86... watch the news, just in case) I'll start getting geared up for this trip, but right now, meh. I wonder if the FBI will misread that parenthetical clause. Hope not.
I bought a digital camera over the weekend, so I'll be taking many photos, and I'll start posting some regularly. I was always envious of blogs with photos, but was too lazy to do it myself. Mr. Chips came over and showed me that digital photography is really rather simple.
I will also try to slip into an internet cafe and post a little somethin-somethin. That sounds retarded. If only I knew how to strike out text like the pros....
Well, kids, hold down the fort while I'm gone. This little dimly-lit alleyway of the blogosphere actually could use a little more traffic. Maybe I'll pick up some fans over in jolly ol' England.
Have a great Thanksgiving, and remember to plunder the Indians, send them West, kill any stragglers and relax over some pumpkin pie and cider. Oh and also, don't change the locks to America while I'm gone. I hate that.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
TEDORTED
Saturday night I went downtown to see a play at the Profiles Theater, The Glory of Living. I had read a review in the Tribune a month ago, and it was quite the literary erection. (As Eric and Matt will remember, that is a phrase I coined, when I was on OTC drugs & hydrogen peroxide, and alcohol.) Quite.
The play was really good. I can count on one hand the number of professional plays I've seen, so it was a change of pace for me. Cool space, not large but tiny, and great story. It would make a great film.
The play is about this manipulating Southern man, Clint. He romances and marries an impressionable fifteen year-old girl and convinces her that the only way he can be satisfied anymore sexually is for him to bring back wayward girls, fuck them, and then have his wife murder them. It sounds tabloid, but it's not, partly because you know in your head somewhere that this is plausible in some sectors of this country and this society.
The actors who played the two main parts, Clint and Lisa, were great. It's still playing for a few more weeks, so if you have $22 sitting around, you should check it out.
The play was really good. I can count on one hand the number of professional plays I've seen, so it was a change of pace for me. Cool space, not large but tiny, and great story. It would make a great film.
The play is about this manipulating Southern man, Clint. He romances and marries an impressionable fifteen year-old girl and convinces her that the only way he can be satisfied anymore sexually is for him to bring back wayward girls, fuck them, and then have his wife murder them. It sounds tabloid, but it's not, partly because you know in your head somewhere that this is plausible in some sectors of this country and this society.
The actors who played the two main parts, Clint and Lisa, were great. It's still playing for a few more weeks, so if you have $22 sitting around, you should check it out.
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