You know that scene in 'L'Auberge espagnole'...

where everyone is drunk and having so much fun and then they end up singing 'No Woman No Cry' in the middle of Barcelona at 4am? Well, I had a night sort of like that last night. It was really the kind of night that I came here to have. Leaving work around 6:30, a few of us walked to Soho to Pop, a downstairs club that was delightfully kitschy. We had come to see some 'new and promising' young band that Jenny had received an email about. It was one of those totally off the cuff type things except that we had to organize a list of who was coming. In the end, about 10 of us went. It was a great group of people that I knew well, a little bit or not at all. We had such an awesome time sharing wine and listening to what turned out to be some pretty great bands. The second group was more engaging than the first but they both earned our seal of approval. You can sample the second group, Mr. Hudson and Friends by going here. I had that totally cliche experience of scanning our round table and watching everyone watch the band and I felt so happy. These are the experiences that I'll remember. After Mr. Hudson got done, a couple of people wanted to go dancing so we thought we'd check it out. Olga, my new friend from Moldova, loves to Salsa so we went to some place called, I think, Salsation. I was not expecting to see people legitimately Salsa-ing but they were. Naturally Alicia, the resident es-Spanish chica was all over it. Jenny and I couldn't hack it and were afraid of missing the tube so we reluctantly left. Such a fabulous night. In general, since I moved, I just feel happier. It also helps that I now have a ticket back home which puts some finality on my adventures and is really making me look at things through a somewhat nostalgic lens.

This post needs editing and hopefully will get it soon. You get it tho.

Diva: 2003-2005

It's with a heavy heart that I report the death of my cat, Diva. After struggling with a urinary tract infection and kidney trouble, my rambuncious little fireball had to be put down. Many of you met her/were lovingly attacked by her over the last couple years. She will be remembered for her crazy, unique personality and affable charm. Although she only got to be with me for a relatively short time, she was totally mine and loved me unconditionally. I feel sad that I couldn't see her in her final days. I remember coming home to always find her laying on some tiny shred of clothing I had discarded or sleeping in a box that was always too small for her. Ciao Baby, love ya!

Germans/Dildos/Queens

It's so nice to have Germans in the house. I feel so much happier at home with more people there. Sabine and Niklas are visiting this week for a few days. The dynamic seems a bit more balanced with more friends at home. Anyway....I'm moving this weekend and I'm nervous/excited.

Not much else is happening. Monday night I left work early to walk with a couple coworkers to Soho. It was so cool to walk there. I never really see how the city is put together, I just pop up from the tube in the area I need to be. So, we walked for about an hour and then went shopping because the girls needed, ahem, some toys. Soho, for those of you who don't know is the hip, happening, sex district of London. It's also right in the heart of the West End. So, we found a promising store and went in to look at the dildos. While Amie and Jenny discussed the pros and cons of each, I looked at the vast array of strange gadgets and pointed out the really 'special' ones to the girls on the other side of the store. One thing in particular, in a special display on the counter caught my eye. It was mounted on a base, sticking straight up and was made of stainless steel. Of course, I wondered what it did. So, I grabbed it and nothing happened. Wondering what was up, I started toying with the knobs on the control console. Still nothing-so I just cranked the knob really fast and wham - I screamed and almost threw the thing across the store. NEVER make a dildo that causes a reaction like that. The thing pulsated with electrical current and I, in my inquisitiveness cranked it to the highest setting it had. So embarrassing. I looked like I had tourette's syndrome. Of course, after that the girls and I had to stand around and poke at it like it was alive and about to bite us. All of this very much amused the staff of the store.

After the porno store fun I met Rachel at the Apollo Theatre for a performance of Mary Stuart, about the last few days in the life of Mary, Queen of Scots. It was really a terrific production featuring two of the best female characters that we've seen. Both Mary and Elizabeth I were expertly played with such attention to detail and the other's character growth. The nuances were so pinpointed. It also had a wonderful design featuring a lot of rain in one scene. Here're some pics:

I found this pic...

Of the Woyzeck production I saw:

Large Man-Little Piano

So, Woyzeck rates as one of the all-time best things I've ever seen on a stage. The whole production was very appropriately stylized but also tight. These people knew what they were doing. For those of you that aren't familiar with Woyzeck, let me give you a brief summary from the program:

A hostage to fortune, class and his sadistic superiors, Woyzeck's fate is played out in a series of nightmarish encounters. He stumbles through a world of macabre carnival, sexual betrayal and cruel oppression, pursued by the demons of his own paranoid fantasies. Pushed beyond breaking point, Woyzeck's last love-crazed act tragically destroys the only thing he truly cares for.

Sounds deep, no? With a play so layered with meaning, it would be easy for any company to mess it up. Luckily for me, Vesturport knows. Firstly, I have to mention the music; this was a semi-musical with new music and lyrics having been written by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis of The Bad Seeds. It was really superb. Every song worked both lyrically and stylistically. It was really a cool achievement. Also on the aesthetic front, the set was amazing. There were two levels, a la the Greek stage, both covered in grass and a crazy tangle of metal ducts and pipework upstage with people crawling around. Then, at one point, the outer surround of the higher level was removed to reveal the glass-enclosed POOL underneath. SOOOO much water imagery. As Marie went about her first act of sexual betrayal, in the pool, a chorus sang and the water bubbled. I've never seen something so sexually charged and emotionally riveting on stage. Also, while they consummated their affair, flowers fell from the ceiling and stuck into the stage, staying straight up and the water shot into the air in spurts-uh huh. Speaking of the affair, I should mention his entrance, which came via the ceiling, on bungee cables while singing a rock anthem. About half-way through the song, many people in the audience stood up and sang, as they were of course, his back-up singers.

At the end, for those of you wondering, Woyzeck has finally gone slightly mad (or has he?) and Marie must die. In the real-life story, he stabs her several times but in the play, he drowns her. The final act had been so expertly foreshadowed that when it finally happened, it was not really shocking but sort-of beautiful and cathartic. The genius of German expressionism is that it forces the audience into the head of the main character. In this case, when the time finally came, it felt, for the audience like a giant release; what we'd been waiting for. Throughout much of the play, Woyzeck and Marie had interacted with the water. It became almost home. Woyzeck, when spying on her, swam back and forth in the skinny tank while stripping down to his briefs. Emotional rawness/animal instincts played out with physical near-nakedness. Finally, nudity (while not complete) that wasn't gratuitous. The image that stays in my mind is not the final image as would be expected with both Marie and Woyzeck, having taken his own life, floating in the red-lit water but rather, the image I keep is from a few minutes before. Woyzeck is beat to a pulp by Marie's lover and left lying. The icon was so specific. For a brief moment, nothing happened and the audience was confronted with the image of a very strong man, soaking wet, naked to the world but for his briefs, lying defeated on the perfect green grass of his home. C'est magnifique!

Experimental Theatre...

I am very excited. Tonight, after work, I'm off to the Barbican Theatre for a performance of Woyzeck (yes, that Woyzeck). I have high expectations for this play. It's being performed/produced by Vesturport Theatre from Reykjavik, Iceland, which previously brought an acrobatic version of Romeo and Juliet to London to great acclaim. I think it'll be awesome.

I bask in cliche...

Today, as I was thinking about the sorry state of our world (a topic I ponder most days), this poem kept coming into my head. Although written almost 100 years ago when India was fighting for independence, this poem's prescience is still there. I'll let you all think of it for yourselves. Please don't let the overt religious-sounding sentiments get in the way of the meat.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

-Rabindranath Tagore (1910)

Even if Rome were a stop on the Piccadilly Line...

it wouldn't matter since I am paying so little for my flight there! For just about £33, I've booked a round trip flight to Rome. I pay almost that for a weekly ticket on the tube. So, Becki is officially coming for a visit for the first two weeks of November and I couldn't be happier. We're going to have a few days here (during which I'll have to work) and then we're off to Italia. Part of me feels guilty for spending my week off going somewhere I've already been but, Italy in general and Rome in particular are fuckin' cool. I can't wait to see stuff that I loved last time and stuff I didn't have time for. Also, it's gonna be so great just being outside London. Especially somewhere warm and with a sea nearby. It's gonna be awesome!!

In other news, I've become proactive about my living situation. I finally had enough of feeling like an intruder in the house I pay to live in. While Rachel was in Scotland last week, I was playing that stupid game of leaving before Elias was up and coming home after he was asleep just because I didn't want to see him or talk to him. So, I found a new place that is closer to work, costs the same, has a bigger room, and is filled with gay guys. I think it'll be fun to live with new people for a couple months. The only down side is leaving Rachel. We'll still live in the same city though, just on opposite sides of it.

In honour of Becki's visit, here's a cute pic of us:

Should I be more concerned...

Because the President has nominated a "close, personal friend" to the Supreme Court or because that nominee, in correspondence with Bush uses language like this?:

• "You are the best governor ever...",
• "I was struck by the tremendous impact you have on the children whose lives you touch.",
• "Hopefully Jenna and Barbara recognize that their parents are 'cool' - as do the rest of us."

Never be in a situation where George W. Bush sounds more intelligent than you. Also, the hero worship kind of stuff she was writing to him is NOT a good sign. OOOOFF, she's so rough!! Read the NY Times article here.

And if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew...

Thanks to Pam for pointing this out to me. Please watch, laugh/puke.

Excuse me?

Call me old-fashioned but, I just prefer my Supreme Court nominees to have some experience as a judge. I also would like it if they didn't come from President Bush's "inner circle". Nice half-assed President!

"Dahling, don't woory, I vill make you a mediceen"

so spoke my fabulous Russian boss before presenting me with a lunch-time cold remedy; honey and fresh lemon juice in a large shot of vodka. She's so Russian!

Remember 'Hooray for CA'?

Back in early September, California became the first state in the country to allow same-sex marriage through an act of it's legislature. On Thursday, Arnold Schwarzenegger vetoed that bill saying that the issue should be decided by the voters or the courts. The republican party in action...this is the party that declared that the courts were over-stepping their bounds and trying to legislate after the MA supreme court said that denying gay and lesbian citizens equal rights was illegal. Now, when the legislature has enacted the same principle, the party says the court should decide. Oh, or the voters...never mind that the voters elected the legislature to represent them. How often are people offended by the actions of their "representatives" on other issues? Shall we now have a public vote on absolutely every bill to come up? Where is the line between what is appropriate for the legislature to decide and what should be left to the voters. I doubt that, were it left to a public vote, we would have declared war on Iraq but, our representatives did decide...same-sex marriage though, should be a court or voter issue. Be disgusted! Be angry!