I’m either in rehearsal at MCC, in rehearsal at Williamstown, on an Amtrak going between the two, or completely lost in a miasma of confusion, texting various company managers and asking them where I am/ should be.
Yesterday it was winter. Today, on the other side of the hemisphere, it’s summer. Hello Sydney.
Are these not the best names you’ve ever seen? Recent reading for/on/during trains/planes/shinkansens/hotel-rooms: After two weeks of mostly-research, the laptop is back open… This would be a more nerve-wracking affair if there weren’t a giant container of Tim-Tams currently in the fridge.
Traveling the Sunday after Thanksgiving is somewhat akin to falling down a well and staying there for a long time. There are lots of other people in your well, and they’re all angry that the well doesn’t lead anywhere. After decades pass, somebody sends down a ladder. And then 3 million people get in line to climb the single ladder, rung by rung.