Football training with the Underground Shakespeare Company, getting ready for our upcoming match against the Penn Singers. Nothing like theatre folk playing football on a sunny afternoon with baffled American students wandering by in shear amazement. Damn pretentious Ivy League nutters, get over yourselves, we’re just having fun.
And then, to New Brunswick, hanging with Charlie in a coffee shop and taking some mock-artsy photographs by the light of the drink cases.
Back in the Bronx, visiting the family. Little cousins, gotta love it.
A hot day, plus a vacant lot, plus lots of random animals and stuff for sale equals excellent photos. We picked up some good rubbish, nothing terribly mind-blowing. What’s with those technicoloured rabbits??
Rincón Lighthouse and other historic/interesting venues. A day relaxing at the beach, night playing pool at the bar. Forget the name of that bar, but there were some Americans there. And that girl ran naked, although I still don’t know why. What a bizarre series of events.
Out in Rincón, with the Cotlers. Joaquin and Katie, the lovers. Ezie, the idle genius. Abby, the matriarch. Ita, living tradition. Eventually Don, the don.
What a way to spend Spring Break.
Arrival in Puerto Rico, by myself, at Baba’s house, hanging with Tio Neco, taking the tour of Old San Juan at night, watching the teenagers assert their cool in the heat of the tropical night. Parrots on my shoulders and dogs around my ankles.
Out for the day with Cisco and Angel. Seeing the city, having lunch, doing that sort of thing. Snow piled up near the riverside. Clear days in winter, nothing like em.
So ever since my father repossessed my car my primary mode of transit has been to run. I suppose thats a good thing since I am way outta shape in terms of rugby. Still, I have some really painful blisters happening. No dancing for me tonight at Columbia.
I didn’t even know they made Chocolate Chip Bagels. Well, I guess so. It would have been much better except it was slightly burnt. The walnut-raisin cream cheese helped out though. Overall, good. Thanks to Lisa who always hooks us up.
Going to Puerto Rico in 8 days. Last day of work next Friday. First day of classes March 31. Spring is definitely a time of rebirth. Too bad its still mad cold. Jeez.
So, we arrived late for call, busted out a show, and then we party, pretty standard really. Oh, the Underground Shakespeare Company.
Lately, I find myself with little to say. I find I don’t have anything worth blabbing about on my weblog as if I ever had the time to update it. I don’t think anyone really wants to hear about my day-to-day and how it has become pretty routine, mingled with periods of random stress when I have an audition or a show of some sort. I haven’t done any artwork in a long time. No time to sit and paint, or to make collages or sorts and who knows where all those sketches I have made currently are. This site is supposed to be a record of my existence in a vain attempt to prove its worth, but instead is seems as if I have vanished only to return periodically with random photos or rants.
We had a show this weekend. It went quite well. Actually, we still have one more performance and the cast party tonight. Maybe I will actually be diligent and add some photos for that.