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some_stars) wrote2011-05-21 02:03 am
some_stars) wrote2011-05-21 02:03 am
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quick update: The Tempest was awesome, though extremely rough around the edges and some of the actors were, well, one woman's bio described her primarily as a writer/director/creator, and as an actor, she made a very good writer indeed. But mostly they were splendid, and it was the tiniest space ever--the stage was about ten by fifteen feet, with seven rows of folding chairs in front plus one row each on the sides, I have photos that will be posted later--and it was very charming, and cheap, and fun, and at least 50% of the time genuinely very good.
Other items of note: I really need to stop snacking on this gourmet salt. It's in pyramidal or cubish crystals about the size of a peppercorn, and it's five dollars for a very small bottle and meant for sprinkling on top of things at the end of cooking, but just sticking a cube in my mouth and letting it melt until I can't resist crunching it is proving incredibly addicting.
things left to do that i will cry forever if i cannot do them: go on the ferry tomorrow when the forecast is almost clear, wander the lower east side and then up to Angelica Kitchen, go to MOCCA and the Drawing Center in Soho, possibly return to MoMA for things I missed and more of things I saw and already want to see again and rephotographing one amazing print that I screwed up taking a picture of. And then the fancy chocolate shops near there. Aside from the ferry which is tomorrow obviously, I have three days to do these things, since tomorrow is basically "relax and be outside as much as possible" and then early dinner with one of my sisters and then, at 11 pm, Sleep No More. So basically everything should be fine, and now I can go to bed. That was not very quick at all, actually.
Other items of note: I really need to stop snacking on this gourmet salt. It's in pyramidal or cubish crystals about the size of a peppercorn, and it's five dollars for a very small bottle and meant for sprinkling on top of things at the end of cooking, but just sticking a cube in my mouth and letting it melt until I can't resist crunching it is proving incredibly addicting.
things left to do that i will cry forever if i cannot do them: go on the ferry tomorrow when the forecast is almost clear, wander the lower east side and then up to Angelica Kitchen, go to MOCCA and the Drawing Center in Soho, possibly return to MoMA for things I missed and more of things I saw and already want to see again and rephotographing one amazing print that I screwed up taking a picture of. And then the fancy chocolate shops near there. Aside from the ferry which is tomorrow obviously, I have three days to do these things, since tomorrow is basically "relax and be outside as much as possible" and then early dinner with one of my sisters and then, at 11 pm, Sleep No More. So basically everything should be fine, and now I can go to bed. That was not very quick at all, actually.