Feeling Welcome at the End of the World

Our first day in Ushuaia went something like this: get off plane. Get bags. Discover our bags are soaking, mine to the extent that there’s actually water pooled at the bottom & my sleeping bag is soaked through. Make appropriately begrudging comments about irresponsible airline. Put on backpacks. Make appropriately begrudging comments about weight of … More Feeling Welcome at the End of the World

It’s go time.

Asking someone to join you on a backpacking trip is just a fancy way of inviting that individual to sleep, eat, and poop in absurdly close proximity to you for an extended period of time. It’s actually pretty freaking weird. And at three months, this trip is a long one– you’d give some real consideration … More It’s go time.

“This is not a play about gay cruising:” NYC, Day One

Tonight I saw Ian McKellan and Patrick Stewart in No Man’s Land at the Cort. I don’t know much about theatre, so I’m afraid I’d make a fool of myself if I said too much… In brief, the performances were fantastic, it was surreal to see McKellan and Stewart in person, and the play is … More “This is not a play about gay cruising:” NYC, Day One