NY- theatre, music, random acts of absurdity. tripping over my urban landscape with panache and a good dose of hilarity. a parkour in training? an urban (bowels-of-columbia-n) spelunker; India- Gandhian studies, green construction, organic farming, anti-nuclear activism, street theatre and script-writing, renewable energies/sustainable development 'r&d'. though mostly I pick weeds while fancying my after(college)life as backpacking actorvist extraordinaire, concocting self-serving epithets for the now.
"I used to be a sailor../
who sailed across the seas./
But now I'm just an island,/
since they took my boat away from me./I don't like being stationary../
I like the rocky, wavy motions of the sea./
I sit and rock behind these padded walls,/
hoping one day they'll fall--/
and set me free."
(Tracy Chapman)
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Becca Greene, Sirius, my future (Kiwi) Love, Peter Brook, Gregory Mosher, Flight of the Conchords, Rufus Wainwright, Regina Spektor
My Blog
giggle giggle Ho Hum BLEED BLEED BLEED
taunts the murderous ventriloquist in that existential vaudeville I so appreciatedly saw tonight
all wear bowlers
running in SoHo at HERE
a Beckettian "dreamscape... where gravity refuses to beha... Posted by on Thu, 10 Mar 2005 00:05:00 GMT
just you and I, defying gravity
Who's the 'you' to my 'I', I'd like to know. Who'll be the peroxide blonde to complement my verdant fields of greeny face?
Now to dissipate the awkward silence-
Peter Brook... the one and only who... Posted by on Wed, 09 Mar 2005 00:15:00 GMT