she lost her voice / she had no choice
Okay, check it out. Two updates in as many days.
Went up to the city last night. Had a lovely dinner with Arielle at New Delhi on Eddy Street, wherein we drank chai and nommed on naan and chaat and aloo gobi and talked about all manner of interesting things.
Then she went off to sets at the Plough & Stars, and I went to a show at the Bus Stop Gallery. I'd never been there before, and it's a really amazing space. It's all carpets and pillows and couches, and no shoes are allowed, and there are makeshift altars everywhere, with candles and incense and found art, sculptures and collages and dresses tacked to the walls. Also lots of mirrors because it's a studio, not really a performance space. Last night was the first event of its kind there. It feels like a place that is meant to be sacred, maybe sort of blessed by the beauty of the ordinary made extraordinary.
I had trouble being fully in the moment because I was distracted with worry for my sister who is sick and other things, but I had a really great time nonetheless. I had some drinks and some great conversation, made some new friends, and got to hear Tuvan throat singing and hang out with ever-charming folk like nathan_fhtagn and crowgrl13. So. It was of the good.
Though it feels like about five years have passed since the last Edwardian Ball, it has, in fact, only been one, and I'm going to the first night of this year's tonight. It should be a good time. I've got my proper clothes in my backpack, and will be heading up to the Ballroom as soon as I'm done visiting my sister in the hospital.
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Yeah, I can't think of anything else to write. (Okay, rock and roll, god bless America?)
Went up to the city last night. Had a lovely dinner with Arielle at New Delhi on Eddy Street, wherein we drank chai and nommed on naan and chaat and aloo gobi and talked about all manner of interesting things.
Then she went off to sets at the Plough & Stars, and I went to a show at the Bus Stop Gallery. I'd never been there before, and it's a really amazing space. It's all carpets and pillows and couches, and no shoes are allowed, and there are makeshift altars everywhere, with candles and incense and found art, sculptures and collages and dresses tacked to the walls. Also lots of mirrors because it's a studio, not really a performance space. Last night was the first event of its kind there. It feels like a place that is meant to be sacred, maybe sort of blessed by the beauty of the ordinary made extraordinary.
I had trouble being fully in the moment because I was distracted with worry for my sister who is sick and other things, but I had a really great time nonetheless. I had some drinks and some great conversation, made some new friends, and got to hear Tuvan throat singing and hang out with ever-charming folk like nathan_fhtagn and crowgrl13. So. It was of the good.
Though it feels like about five years have passed since the last Edwardian Ball, it has, in fact, only been one, and I'm going to the first night of this year's tonight. It should be a good time. I've got my proper clothes in my backpack, and will be heading up to the Ballroom as soon as I'm done visiting my sister in the hospital.
.....
Yeah, I can't think of anything else to write. (Okay, rock and roll, god bless America?)