My final day in Wales was something of a wind storm. After seeing "The Social Network" with Caeti and Huw, we walked along the boardwalk where the wind was blowing sea foam the size of snowballs onto the land. We went down to the waves and got ourselves soaked with water. At the house, I put Hamish to dry by the radiator. Turns out Hamish, being polyester, melts at high heats. He now has an orange patch of shorter hair in the back where he melted--er, I mean, got branded.
After Wales I went to York. Intending on staying for the weekend, the house of CouchSufers I was with told me not to leave. So I didn't. I spent a week in Wales with some wonderful people. The city was enchanting but very cold. Obviously.
On Thursday I used my last rail pass day and went form York to Brighton to spend a few hours with Matt, Tom, and Tom from The Noise Next Door! before taking a train back to London. I spent the night at Hermione's and we watched True Blood. I've recently gotten her into it.
On Friday I went to the Erotica 2010 Convention to see Dita Von Teese in her new show, "The Opium Den". She was amazing. I didn't wait the tow hours in line for her book signing, but I probably should have. The whole thing was a lot of fun. I really wish I was rich, because there were some amazing corsets in the 400 pound range. But a got a few things on bargain. And saw some amazing burlesque performers and met some nice people.
Saturday Mark came into town and then was my leaving dinner. It ended up being only me, Mark, Hermione, and Hanisha. Shame Amy couldn't show.
Sunday we went Alloting and I got to hack away at the dead brambles with a machete. The thorns cut me up a bit. Just some nicks and one really bad sliced open thumb. No big. Discovered the bug bites all over my body afterward. Bed bugs from the stupid hotel. I am covered. Like Turkey all over again; it is so painful. Then Mark and I got Chinese food and went to Waterloo Station where I saw him off on his train back to campus. Then I went back to the hostel and packed everything. Thank God for bubble wrap.
My flight from Heathrow was at noon Monday and we left late, but arrived early. I DIDN'T get random bag searched in Phili, which I was totally expecting. Score. I was drugged on antihistamines and slept in Heathrow and then a bit on the first flight. Watched "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" and "Up" and finally watched a full episode of 'How I Met Your Mother". All good. On the second flight, the antihistamines knocked me out for the entire 6.5 hours to San Francisco. Total score. Mom and dad picked me up at SFO and we drove back to Sac.
So now I am home. The trip is over and I believe nothing broke on the way home. Will have to unpack to be sure. Covered in bites, I am still physically miserable. But I almost cried with joy at being in my own bed and seeing Jade, who I think it much bigger, but probably isn't. Not having Tadger is very sad, but I am dealing with it fine.
Already life is on the move again. Possible jobs and whatnot. Things to do. But first, getting my photos on my computer, updating for viruses, and a nice long, hot bath.
Yeah. And that is the end of my trip.
And this the end of this blog.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunny but really windy
Tomorrow I go to York for the weekend. There was nowhere to stay in Manchester or Liverpool. I might go during the week. I might not. I might go to Leeds or do something else. I HAVE NO IDEA. I will be back in London on Friday, this much I know. Not yet sure what I will do Friday as I have two good options.
Anyway, PHOTOS!
1. I am very little next to a pyramid stone
2. It took a long time but I managed to read an entire children's book in Hebrew.
3. Best advert ever! Munich, Germany
4. The lion facing me is facing the government and it's mouth is open because you should be able to speak against your government. The lion facing the horrible yellow church has a closed mouth, since you shouldn't be allowed to speak out against God. This is where Hitler gave a lot of speeches in his rise to power. This is the most ironic thing I saw in Munich.
5. I went to Dachau Concentration Camp and entered the same as everyone else.
6. Perhaps the most vivid memorial I've seen to date. Also perhaps the only respectfully quiet school group I encountered.
7. I visited Hermione's home in the Cotswolds. This is legitimately where the people of Kingham shop. There are wicker baskets.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Deathtrap., Tribes, and a rediscovered desire
Hanisha says that more languages a person speaks, the more perceptive they generally are, since they know how to see something through many lenses. She didn't make this up. She is working on her psychoanalysis masters and she was telling me something she has learned.
When I saw online the play TRIBES playing at The Royal Court Theatre, I knew she was the person to take. We snagged some of the last seats in today's house, the last performance with seats before I leave London (tomorrow) for the beautiful north. I hope its beautiful.
This is the video that made me drop all plans to buy tickets to a Saturday matinee:
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The play was amazing. I cried and I laughed and I felt energized. Not just becuase my own issues right now with people are so insignificant compared to what they were going through, but because for me good theatre is a cure-all. Seriously. (So why am I not cured?) And my desire all through high school to take sign language was reawakened. Why didn't I? Well, I chose Stained Glass over it. The only way to take an outside class at Franklin was to replace your sixth period. And that was the one class I wouldn't give up. Then it was STC-2. Then it was theatre at Poly. Then then then. When Sylvia says that the community is so small because the only ones who know sign language are deaf people, I thought of my mom (hi mom!) and her speaking in sign to tourists in Israel. And I thought about the actors playing Billy and Sylvia. And about mom working with the Chicago Theatre for the Deaf as an interpreter and I realized that while I'm most recently on the path to Hebrew, have the best basis and career-driven reasons for learning Spanish, I still really want to learn sign language.
Gabe is in England and she and I went to see DEATHTRAP. on Thursday. I wrote it down to see because I love Jonathon Groff and it got good reviews. The play was AY-MAZING. One of the best I have seen in a while. We got day seats, at a still massively pricey 27 quid, and therefore sat in the front row. My GOD does Jonathon Groff spit so much. Acting with him must be kinda hard when saliva and snot (he was crying) can be seen flying off his face by the front (probably few) rows. Especially when one must kiss him after that. And I would still totally do it. (So hot. So gay.) The play is...well, hard to talk about because it is a murder mystery. It's by Ira Levin, so a win so far. A playwright of murder mystery fame hasn't had a hit in 18 years. He lives with his nervous wife in New England and sometimes teaches seminars. One of his students sends him a play he has written called DEATHTRAP. A five character murder mystery in two acts. It's brilliant and the boy has no idea. No one else has read it and no one even knows he has been working on it. It's a surefire hit, but would Sidney really kill for a hit? His wife isn't so sure she knows him anymore. And the boy, Cliff, could be walking into a terrible deathtrap, carrying his only copy of the play. This we all know. After that, it gets twisted and awesome, and like all good mysteries, nothing is as it seems. It's funny and brilliantly acted and truly is full of many twists and turns and I will admit to screaming at one point (cause if I don't, Gabe will say it anyway). It was superb! I was geeking out over it all day yesterday. I was having normal conversations and yet in my head, it was all I was thinking about. I really envy people like Groff (like Amy Adams) who can play wide-eyed wonder completely convincingly. It is a skill I do not posses.
It's one of those plays that comments on itself cleverly a lot. Because the play and the play in the play are called DEATHTRAP. whenever its brilliance is mentioned, it is obviously about what we are watching at the same time. The two other characters are in the form of the lawyer/friend of Sidney's and the psychic living next door from a foreign country.
So two amazing shows this week. And the amazing keeps coming because tomorrow I leave for about 1.5 weeks of travel up northish. Tomorrow I will spend the day at Hermione's family home in the Cotswolds then go to Bath. Gabe meets me in Bath on Monday for the day then I go to Aberyswyth, Wales to hang with Ashura. Then Liverpool and Manchester and York happen before coming back to London for my final weekend. And this week my feeling of displacement in London has left me feeling kind of like shit. Which has the plus side for all my friends (hi Melaissa) and family (hi mom) that I actually am starting to want to come home. Not fully, obviously, but it's there. I think I will be glad for the "normalcy" and security of it. Whatever that means.
When I saw online the play TRIBES playing at The Royal Court Theatre, I knew she was the person to take. We snagged some of the last seats in today's house, the last performance with seats before I leave London (tomorrow) for the beautiful north. I hope its beautiful.
This is the video that made me drop all plans to buy tickets to a Saturday matinee:
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The play was amazing. I cried and I laughed and I felt energized. Not just becuase my own issues right now with people are so insignificant compared to what they were going through, but because for me good theatre is a cure-all. Seriously. (So why am I not cured?) And my desire all through high school to take sign language was reawakened. Why didn't I? Well, I chose Stained Glass over it. The only way to take an outside class at Franklin was to replace your sixth period. And that was the one class I wouldn't give up. Then it was STC-2. Then it was theatre at Poly. Then then then. When Sylvia says that the community is so small because the only ones who know sign language are deaf people, I thought of my mom (hi mom!) and her speaking in sign to tourists in Israel. And I thought about the actors playing Billy and Sylvia. And about mom working with the Chicago Theatre for the Deaf as an interpreter and I realized that while I'm most recently on the path to Hebrew, have the best basis and career-driven reasons for learning Spanish, I still really want to learn sign language.
Gabe is in England and she and I went to see DEATHTRAP. on Thursday. I wrote it down to see because I love Jonathon Groff and it got good reviews. The play was AY-MAZING. One of the best I have seen in a while. We got day seats, at a still massively pricey 27 quid, and therefore sat in the front row. My GOD does Jonathon Groff spit so much. Acting with him must be kinda hard when saliva and snot (he was crying) can be seen flying off his face by the front (probably few) rows. Especially when one must kiss him after that. And I would still totally do it. (So hot. So gay.) The play is...well, hard to talk about because it is a murder mystery. It's by Ira Levin, so a win so far. A playwright of murder mystery fame hasn't had a hit in 18 years. He lives with his nervous wife in New England and sometimes teaches seminars. One of his students sends him a play he has written called DEATHTRAP. A five character murder mystery in two acts. It's brilliant and the boy has no idea. No one else has read it and no one even knows he has been working on it. It's a surefire hit, but would Sidney really kill for a hit? His wife isn't so sure she knows him anymore. And the boy, Cliff, could be walking into a terrible deathtrap, carrying his only copy of the play. This we all know. After that, it gets twisted and awesome, and like all good mysteries, nothing is as it seems. It's funny and brilliantly acted and truly is full of many twists and turns and I will admit to screaming at one point (cause if I don't, Gabe will say it anyway). It was superb! I was geeking out over it all day yesterday. I was having normal conversations and yet in my head, it was all I was thinking about. I really envy people like Groff (like Amy Adams) who can play wide-eyed wonder completely convincingly. It is a skill I do not posses.
It's one of those plays that comments on itself cleverly a lot. Because the play and the play in the play are called DEATHTRAP. whenever its brilliance is mentioned, it is obviously about what we are watching at the same time. The two other characters are in the form of the lawyer/friend of Sidney's and the psychic living next door from a foreign country.
So two amazing shows this week. And the amazing keeps coming because tomorrow I leave for about 1.5 weeks of travel up northish. Tomorrow I will spend the day at Hermione's family home in the Cotswolds then go to Bath. Gabe meets me in Bath on Monday for the day then I go to Aberyswyth, Wales to hang with Ashura. Then Liverpool and Manchester and York happen before coming back to London for my final weekend. And this week my feeling of displacement in London has left me feeling kind of like shit. Which has the plus side for all my friends (hi Melaissa) and family (hi mom) that I actually am starting to want to come home. Not fully, obviously, but it's there. I think I will be glad for the "normalcy" and security of it. Whatever that means.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Fawkes
BONFIRE NIGHT!!!!
And it's raining.
Went to Camden today and made a greatbaddecision. It's adorable and I love it. I want to wear it! But not tonight. It'll probably be too cold.
And it's raining.
Went to Camden today and made a greatbaddecision. It's adorable and I love it. I want to wear it! But not tonight. It'll probably be too cold.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
munchin'
I fell in love with Munich. It was a wonderful place. I really like Bavarian culture and they even managed some good vegetarian food.
I still don't know if I have stuff to deal with about my visit to Dachau Concentration Camp. Maybe it just does get easier as I see more of them. Maybe it's because I'm older. Maybe it's because there were swarms of school groups full of disrespectful children singing and yelling. I just wanted some quiet to really take in the site. And maybe it was that after Auschwitz, Dachau, for all its terror and for setting the pace for all camps, doesn't come close, as an informative museum. Either way the horror of the place was bearable and digestable, which I was unprepared for.
Halloween was disappointing but fun. I'm excited for my week of travel beginning next weekend.
I have a long list of plays to see before I leave and no money to even take the tube to see them, let alone buy tickets. I have to give up on seeing Michael Gambon in Beckett's Krapp's Last Tape because the cheapest seats are £27.50 and there is not student discount. LAME.
I still don't know if I have stuff to deal with about my visit to Dachau Concentration Camp. Maybe it just does get easier as I see more of them. Maybe it's because I'm older. Maybe it's because there were swarms of school groups full of disrespectful children singing and yelling. I just wanted some quiet to really take in the site. And maybe it was that after Auschwitz, Dachau, for all its terror and for setting the pace for all camps, doesn't come close, as an informative museum. Either way the horror of the place was bearable and digestable, which I was unprepared for.
Halloween was disappointing but fun. I'm excited for my week of travel beginning next weekend.
I have a long list of plays to see before I leave and no money to even take the tube to see them, let alone buy tickets. I have to give up on seeing Michael Gambon in Beckett's Krapp's Last Tape because the cheapest seats are £27.50 and there is not student discount. LAME.
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