Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Baby's First BlogHer Takeaway: (Admitting And) Speaking My Truth

My final day at my first BlogHer adventure was a cherry on the top of the whole experience. In terms of the fun I had, I think this video sums it up well (I'm the chick in red at the beginning):



And while I had tons of fun dancing at the final party, receiving full-sized samples from the departing Expo kiosks, and getting re-tweeted by Arianna Huffington, what struck me the most was, simply, the vast number of women. Women of all different shapes, and sizes, and color,s and genders, and views, all around me, for 3 days straight. It was the largest group of mostly-women I've ever been around, and that was really powerful, in a way that I am still unraveling. From left, right, and head-on, I heard people built like me saying You can do this. You can speak your truth. Your truth is different from everyone else's, and because of that, it's important.

So the truth is, I am afraid. I am really frickin' afraid of something that is apparently so scary that I have blocked out what it is. That something is surrounded by a tight knot of fear that lives in my gut, and that knot itself has been wrapped up in a protection of anxiety, depression, and passivity.

Over the past few years, I've become increasingly self-aware, to the extent that I've pulled back some of the protective layers. I've moved beyond being depressed, which seemed like such a milestone until I realized it wasn't the only layer of protection. Instead of being depressed, now I'm anxious.

Once I peel back this layer, I don't know what's next. But I can tell I'm close to finding out what's in the middle of this knot, because my fear of the fear has seeped into everyday life.

Grover is constantly telling me to stop getting closer to the monster living inside that knot.

I often have to talk myself into going out with friends. Standing up for myself in my key relationships is hard, and I end up harboring resentment towards the people I love instead of initiating conflict. I turn to things like alcohol or TV or sleep that will remove my agency and keep me from participating in the world, so that I don't have to deal with the constant exhaustion of feeling like I am about to be eaten. I recently downloaded an app that asked me to set a one-word intention each morning, and nearly every day, the first word that popped into my head was "Survive."

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Seeing the number of strong, vibrant, in-their-truth women at BlogHer helped me realize a few things:

First of all, I'm not the only one who's scared. Being scared is something many people, and especially women, deal with. Part of that is the cross we bear as women growing up in the world we do. We shouldn't have to feel scared, but it's not a surprise that we do.

Second, my fear isn't something I should or even can tackle by myself. I can't set this broken leg on my own.

Third, and most importantly, masculine power manifests itself in courage and boldness, while feminine power manifests itself in interdependence -- helping others, asking for help from others, being part of the village that raises that dang child. There is room for both kinds of power in a person's life; in fact, you need to be open to both to do the work you are here to do. I've spent so long trying to bet the farm on masculine power, thinking that was the only way to get my voice heard. But there's more than one way.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Baby's First BlogHer: Day 2

Today was even crazier than the first day! I met Guy Kawasaki and BlogHer president Jory Des Jardins, won a bunch of prizes and neat free samples, and most importantly, I was re-inspired and re-invigorated to write my blog and serve my community.

7:45am Kim and I leave our room at the Marriott to go join friends who've already seated themselves for breakfast

8:15am We get to the breakfast keynote and see Jenny Lawson, aka The Blogess, up close and personal!



9:30am Breakout sessions! I jumped from "Building Lean-In Circles" to "Page Views vs. Community" to "Becoming a Vlogger" before heading to the Expo, invigorated by the salient points I'd picked up.

11:45am I won a $60 gift card to Game Stop from the Chuck E. Cheese booth!

12:30pm Lunch with Tig Notaro! She unexpectedly (unexpectedly to me, anyway) did a short set in addition to an interview:

2:30pm Break and phone re-charging time ... and oh. By the way. The Canadian Lentil group had cupcakes brought to our room that were made of lentils. I was most of the way through the cupcake before I even noticed:

4:30pm Pictures with Guy Kawasaki at the Canva station:

6:00pm The BlogHer Voices and Photos of the Year event: wow. Lots of tears and laughs, and a couple new must-read blogs!

7:30pm Kim and I are sitting around at the Voices and Photos of the Year reception, chowing down on our appetizers and drinking free champagne, and I really look around. I've been feeling a certain way for a while, and the feeling finally catalyzes into words: first of all, I don't think I've ever been around so many women before in my life, much less women who are so supportive of one another. But what also strikes me is, there are so many manifestations of womanhood here -- shapes, colors, interests, genders, orientations -- and it's really inspiring. It really brought to mind something Jenni Chiu said earlier today about speaking your truth: "You're not going to look or sound like anyone else, and that's why you should do it."

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Baby's First BlogHer: Day 1

Ho. Lee. Moly. My friend Kim and I drove down from San Francisco this afternoon to go to my first BlogHer. We checked in to the Marriott that's connected RighToTheConferenceHall! and dove right in. So far, here are the ridiculous and amazing things that have happened:

5:27pm: We officially check in to the conference and immediately get a bag of free swag that includes 100,000 coupons.

6:03pm: I go to the Sangria Sundown Soiree hosted by Eppa and Soybu -- a party where the key elements include both white and red sangria, yoga, and free Whole Foods nibbles. I walk away from the event with 2 glasses of sangria and not enough food in my belly, and a free bottle of Eppa sangria and a yoga shirt from Soybu.

7:27pm: We make it to the Expo hall and participate (with just a leeeetle bit of snark) in the Selfiebration. (Here's Kim's photo of me taking a photo -- you should listen to this song for the full effect!)

8:01pm: After milling around the Expo hall for a while drinking my complimentary champagne, I find the Bridgestone tires booth, which is apparently the hottest place to be since they're giving out mimosas, cake pops, massages and manicures. (Kudos to the Bridgestone marketing team!) I go for a manicure in Bridgestone orange ("sessay!" says my orange-obsessed husband after hearing this).

8:17pm: As my orange nails are drying, I see that I won a $100 Soybu gift card (!!!) for posting the following photo at the earlier Sangria Sundown Soiree:


8:54pm: The Expo hall finally kicks us out almost an hour after posted closing time! We get seated for a late meal at the nearby Johnny Rocket's right before closing time and proceed to have one of those "boy I'm tired and buzzed and just need a patty melt" kind of meals:


11:56pm: I finally finish writing this blog post after singing through a litany of 90s Nick and Disney TV theme songs with Kim.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

5 Ways My Life Is Better Without A Car

My husband and I went to Tahoe this weekend. It was awesome -- our dog acted like a puppy (and not like an 8 year old fart like she sometimes does!)


Tahoe was also exciting because 1) it snowed (well, it didn't stick -- but boy, talk about moving past fall right along into winter!) and 2) we drove there in a car.

Um, excuse me, Ms. I'm-from-LA? What's so exciting about driving in a car?

Well! I'm glad you asked. When Matt and I moved to San Francisco, we sold off all 3 (!) of our cars. As a born and raised Los Angelena, I was terrified about the idea. I just knew I was going to feel land-locked, stuck, totally unable to get anywhere.

But let me tell you, life has been peachy. And here's why:

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Being a part of a musical workshop

Me (second from the left) and the rest of the cast rehearsing The Fourth Messenger.
A few weeks ago, I got an email out of the blue asking if I was available to perform in a reading* of The Fourth Messenger, a musical written by Tanya Shaffer and Vienna Teng. Rehearsals would be less than a week, walking distance from my house, I'd be working with some professional idols, and by the way, I'd get paid too.

I said yes immediately, before they could change their minds!

The Fourth Messenger is a modern-day retelling of the Buddha story -- re-casting Siddhartha as (female) Mama Sid. It's already gone through a handful of readings and workshops in the Bay Area. And earlier this year, it had its world premiere in the Bay Area, a full-scale production mounted in Berkeley. Since then, Tanya, Vienna and director Matt August have been hard at work editing, polishing and revamping the piece.

Tonight we presented the updated work to a conference of Zen Buddhists at the San Francisco Zen Center, which is pretty much the most relevant audience you could think of for this subject matter.

Being a part of this was a total blast, and both the subject matter and the process were utterly fulfilling. It really gave me a jolt of "what am I here to do and how can I use my talents to do that?" at a time when I was really flagging creatively. I'm riding a high of purpose and gratefulness and serendipity, and I look forward to seeing where it all goes.

Meanwhile, it sounds like there are plans to eventually make a cast recording of The Fourth Messenger. Fingers crossed, maybe I'll get to be a part of it! Until then, I'll continue to make my own opportunities and enjoy what comes my way.


* Yup, just like Smash. Workshops and readings of plays and musicals really happen! It takes a lot of work to build a musical to its "best self."

Saturday, September 7, 2013

How About We date at Woodcut Maps: Crafty McGrafty!

The little heart in the upper right is Flagstaff Hill, Schenley Park, Pittsburgh, PA. It's where Matt proposed!
Once again, How About We helped us put together a great date. (I've talked about How About We before; check out my love letter to them here.) Today, we spent a couple hours at Woodcut Maps, a great husband-and-wife business in San Francisco (in the Mission).


Catherine and her husband started their business a year or two ago as an online business. (You should check it out -- you can design a wood map of a place of your choosing, and you're supporting a local home-based business! They've got wall art as well as phone cases.)

Our workshop (at this time only available through How About We) was run out of the owners' home in the Mission district of San Francisco. As you might imagine, it was a little bit above and beyond just ordering from the website -- we chose a meaningful spot, they laser-cut the wood ahead of time, and we laid, sanded and cured the wood over a couple hours.

Here are the steps we took to create our personalized map:

Thursday, September 5, 2013

3 Ways To Distract Yourself From Morning Coffee

I take my coffee with 2% or nonfat milk, no sugar. How do you take yours?
Coffee is starting to run my life.

I've been through this cycle before, and it goes something like this: at first, coffee is a nice pick-me-up. One cup a day to start the day is a nice treat.

Then it starts to become a habit that I get crabby without. Then I start to have multiple cups, maybe even a cup in the afternoon. My cup goes cold at my desk and I drink part of it anyway. (Ew.) My sleep becomes affected, and I start to drink a beer or a glass of wine most nights just to help myself wind down.

Don't get me wrong. I love a drink here or there, of the alcoholic or caffeinated varieties. But I don't want to be controlled by them. So, here are 3 things I'm doing to slow my caffeine intake.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Cooking Food In The Dishwasher: Challenge Accepted!

Italian author Lisa Casali demonstrates her dishwasher cooking method.
Are we all aware that dishwasher-cooked food is a thing?

I just learned about this via the NPR food blog, The Salt. When describing it to my husband, he called it (this is why I love him) "a poor man's sous-vide." Which obviously means I want to try it.

The NPR article linked to an Italian cookbook called "Cucinare in lavastoviglie: Gusto, sostenibilità e risparmio con un metodo rivoluzionario" (Cooking in the Dishwasher: A revolutionary method that's tasty, sustainable and thrifty). The author, Lisa Casali, is an Italian environmentalist and blogger -- click here to check out her blog (also available in English).

I studied some Italian in college, so I just might be able to read, translate, and recreate those recipes! (That opera performance degree just keeps on being useful in the most interesting ways!) Provided I can snag a copy of the book, I'll be posting those recipes along with my attempts, Julie & Julia-style.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Last call, back to school, Labor Day blowout


This weekend was just one big slothful celebration of the last days of summer before school.

I mean, I'm not actually going back to school -- but remember the old days? The last hurrah of Labor Day weekend? Playing ball in the neighborhood yard? Accidentally hitting your ball into the neighbor's yard and freaking out over his part-dog, part-who knows monster thing guarding the backyard? (Wait, this is just the plot of The Sandlot.)

Anyway, I'm not a student and I don't actually go back to school anymore, but my sister is a middle school teacher, so I get to live vicariously through her. And this year, we had a last days of summer blowout that involved both old traditions and new:

Monday, August 19, 2013

Another successful How About We date at Alemany Farm

Our date yielded this harvest. For free.
Yesterday, Matt and I went to Alemany Farm, a volunteer-run garden (and official San Francisco park) in south San Francisco (near the Glen Park BART station).

We found the park through How About We, a dating concierge service that we use. (Read more about how I love it here.) We booked it as our free date for the month, and in return, How About We did all the volunteer sign-up preparation on our behalf and made a donation to the farm in our name.

We took our motorcycle over (fodder for another post -- I feel like we are superheroes when we motorcycle together!) and showed up around noon at the farm.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

How About We for Couples is helping my husband and I date again

Matt and I have had a few great experiences so far with the dating site, How About We. How About We was originally launched as a site for singles, but recently they've expanded to include a second offering called How About We for Couples.

How About We for Couples is, basically, a dating concierge service. (For couples who've been together as long as me and my husband, sometimes a little help is needed to figure out stuff to do together that's fun, novel, and cheap!) It's currently available in New York and San Francisco Bay Area, with plans to expand elsewhere soon.

Couples can sign up for free and gain access to a list of date ideas vary widely in price, scope and genre. The value of the service lies mostly the range of date ideas. Sometimes, things are cheaper when booked through How About We. Here are some examples (not all of which are my cup of tea, but hey, variety!):



So, what are you paying for? Depending on the date, you're getting food, drink, and/or some kind of take-home object. (For example, the pickling class above includes "2 jars + aprons," according to the site.)

There is also an optional membership "level" that Matt and I are a part of. As part of membership, you get one free date per month, and all other dates have a members-only discounted rate. Members also have access to rewards like BOGO movie tickets from Fandango, and there's even a fully customizable concierge service (free to members!) where a member of their team will put together an idea just for you. I have to admit, I didn't know about the concierge service until I started writing this post -- but I just submitted a request, so I'll let you know how it goes!

Matt and I just went on our second How About We date today (more on that in another post), and we have a third one already scheduled for early September (the woodcut map class in the lower left above, chosen as a belated 5th wedding anniversary thing!) 

For us, they're a great way to push out of our normal couple-type activities. The service gets two big thumbs up from me.

Full disclosure: The link I'm using to point to the site is a referral link. I honestly don't know whether I receive any kickbacks from it. I was not asked to write this post. I just think this service is the bomb dot com.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

My sister Dani's ski wedding

After an unexpected tour of United's hub cities, I made it to Bethel, Maine this weekend to witness my sister-in-law's beautiful ski-inspired wedding.

But first, the travel. In the midst of last Thursday's rare San Francisco thunderstorm, I was supposed to fly out of SFO around 10:30. My flight was delayed for hours because both the plane before ours and the plane carrying our pilots were struck by lightning. The gate agents' computers were down because the central database had apparently also been struck by lightning. We boarded the plane around 2am, with instructions to hustle lest our pilots "go illegal" (meaning go over their maximum hours allowed to work in a day, per union rules). We hustled, but our wait time to take off was too long, and the pilots went illegal. We had to disembark and our flight was cancelled.

At 3 am, the line for the United customer service desk was over an hour long. Fortunately, Matt taught me a trick and I called up United customer service instead of waiting in line; they eventually got me on a 3-leg flight to Portland, ME. I had initially planned to arrive in Portland around 10 am EST. I ended up getting there, sans checked bag, at 7 pm, after stops in O' Hare and Newark. I got my rental car and drove another 2 hours to Bethel, freaking out at the "low battery" warnings my GPS gave me throughout the drive (I had had the wherewithal to pack the GPS in my carryon, but not its charger).

Finally, blessedly, I made it to the hotel, and my bag was delivered directly to Bethel the next morning by United. Matt had even scheduled me a massage. I had missed the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, but fortunately made it and got my bag just in time for the wedding itself.

The whole series of events could not have reflected the bride and groom more. The ceremony took place on the mountain where the groom works as a ski patrolman. Wedding guests took the gondola up and sat facing downhill, then the wedding party -- in tuxes and ski boots -- processed. The bride and her father came in, also wearing ski boots. At the end of the ceremony, the fellow patrolmen gave a salute and the bride and groom drove off on a snowmobile festooned with a "Just Married" sign and PBR cans!

Then, the reception took place at the nearby ski bar where the bride is a bartender. The party was, as I heard said many times, the biggest party the county had ever seen. The bride and groom were definitely king and queen of the county for the night.

And now I have a new brother -- I gained two sisters when I married Matt, but Paul is my very first brother ever!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

A complete account of my Lasik experience

Friends and internet-dwellers who are interested in hearing the complete process of my Lasik adventures: here is a complete account of my experience, from choosing the doctor to details of the surgery itself (with a warning for the squeamish).

Choosing a Doctor
I went with Dr. Scott Hyver, because of name recognition, recommendation from my husband, and his success rate. If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area, chances are you've heard his radio spots. The man has literally become an institution (his 3 Bay Area locations are called "ScottHyver VisionCare"), and your interactions with him during the process are fleeting -- once during the sale/evaluation appointment, and then on the operating table on surgery day. Otherwise, you are working with nurses, auxiliary doctors, and a personal sales rep.

If you like your doctors touchy-feely, this may not be right for you. For my part, I didn't care about learning much about Dr. Hyver himself; I just wanted to know that the surgery would go off without a hitch. And the ScottHyver group made me feel that way throughout the process.

Because their offices go through so many patients, they have everything down like clockwork. Each incoming patient is presented with a blue baggie of eye drop medications for their recovery. The somewhat complicated medication instructions are boiled down to their essentials in an idiot-proof chart. The day-of 'what to expect' FAQ is laminated so that it can be re-used for hundreds of patients. Because Dr. Hyver himself doesn't have to bother with the prep work, he remains in the operating room and can do (I estimate) two dozen surgeries a day.

Some people may be turned off by the feeling that they're just another pair of eyes getting churned out by the ScottHyver machine. Honestly, I found it very comforting to know that I was nothing new. The procedure, my extreme nervousness, any inane question I had -- they'd seen and heard it all before.

Evaluation Appointment
I went into the offices exactly twice: once for my eligibility evaluation, and once for the surgery. I did not need a hard sell since my husband had already gotten the surgery.

At this appointment, they did the following:
1. Got a rough digital reading of my prescription using one of those "look at the house" machines;
2. Fine-tuned that reading using one of those "A or B" machines you're used to using at your normal eye doc;
3. Compared that reading against my contacts prescription and my glasses prescription;
4. Checked the health of my eyes using various eye drops and implements (nothing beyond what my normal eye doc does);
5. Numbed my eyes with some drops and then touched a device to my eyeball to measure corneal thickness (this was mildly disconcerting: while I couldn't feel it, it caused a 'ripple in the matrix'-like visual effect).

All of the preceding was done by nurses and a doc who was not Scott Hyver. Next I was brought into a room where Dr. Hyver himself explained which procedure(s) I was eligible for, based on the tests. (In short, comparing current prescription to glasses and contacts shows whether your prescription is stable and therefore worth permanently implementing into your eyeball. Corneal thickness helps indicate whether you're eligible for Lasik vs. PRK.) Again, since I was already sold on the procedure, I didn't need him to say much, but he answered all the questions I had.

Finally, I was brought into a sales rep's room to talk about pricing and payment options. Although prices change somewhat depending on your vision insurance and the type of procedure you're getting, a good ballpark figure is $5K. That's for both eyes, and (in Scott Hyver's case) "lifetime upgrades" in the event that your eyes change prescription over the course of your lifetime. At 25 years old, that amount of money seems worth it, given that I will no longer have to spend $500/year on glasses, contacts and their maintenance.

Between Appointments
I walked out of the evaluation appointment with a script for antibiotic eyedrops, to be started 24 hours before the surgery. Because this meant dealing with Kaiser Permanente's pharmacy, this was actually the most annoying part of the whole experience.

Surgery Appointment
I was incredibly nervous for the surgery, because you have to be conscious and actively involved, training your eye on a green dot. Before the actual surgery, they did the following:
1. Had me sign a form verifying the type of surgery I was having (Lasik vs. PRK; one eye vs. both eyes);
2. Handed me the pouch of post-surgery medications and walked me through them;
3. Re-tested my prescription, both digitally and then using the "A or B" machine;
4. Put some numbing drops in my eyes and offered me a valium for nerves (I did not hesitate to accept);
5. Gave me some stylish booties and a hairnet.

Then a nurse walked me into the surgery room, where there was Dr. Hyver and two additional nurses. I lay down on the surgery table, and they asked me to verify my birthdate and surgery type. (I appreciated this; a last-minute triple-check to ensure they were burning the right prescription into my eyes!)

Warning: a description of the surgery as I remember it follows. Lying face-up on the table, a few inches over my head was a green LED light. They flooded both my eyes with numbing drops, then put a patch over my left eye. They then used tape to open up my right eye, then used a device to make it stay open -- no blinking. I have no idea what the device looks like, but in hearing about it before the procedure, I kept thinking about the torture devices from A Clockwork Orange.

Then, the most painful part of the procedure: Dr. Hyver took some clear plastic (through which I could see the green dot) and pressed it against my eye, hard enough to immobilize my eye and keep it from twitching. My job through all this was to stare at the green dot with all my might, but as the pressure got more intense, basically my vision blacked out until all I could see was a night sky full of stars. Then the plastic stayed in place for a few seconds while I imagine they cut the corneal flap.

Then the pressure was released and the green dot came back. For a second or two, Dr. Hyver manipulated my eye in such a way that it caused the green dot to go streaky, sort of like a barista making foam pictures in a fancy latte. I imagine this was the point where the corneal flap was lifted, because when I saw the green dot next, it was far less in focus. Imagine the halo you can sometimes see around a street light -- that's what the entire green dot looked like. (It was a little scary knowing that my eye was currently that much out of commission!)

Then, the most anxiety-inducing part of the procedure: I was supposed to watch the center of the green dot ("even if it moves") as closely as possible while a laser burned my prescription into my eye. The "even if it moves" warning made me wonder if it would bounce around, but I didn't really sense it move much if at all. So for the good of my future self, I stared at that green dot with as much intensity as I could muster. The laser itself was painless and took a few seconds.

Then Dr. Hyver announced he was going to put in a drop of saline, during which I think he also flipped the flap back over, because the green dot suddenly came back into focus. They took off the eyelid holder and tape, and started on the other eye. The whole surgery (both eyes) took under 5 minutes.

After the Surgery
Immediately after the surgery, they gave me a pair of sunglasses and suggested I keep my eyes closed as much as possible for the next 6 hours. My husband drove me home and I sat in a baseball cap and sunglasses in our den with the blinds down. I listened to an audio book and tried to take a nap. By the afternoon of the surgery, I was on the computer without a problem, and my husband and I watched a movie that night.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Freiburg, Zurich, Vienna

I'm about 2 weeks past deadline, but I visited these cities, too! Some quick highlights:

Freiburg
  • met up with a college buddy of mine who was studying at the Goethe Institut
  • traveled to nearby Breisach, a German city on the Rhine River, and crossed the river into the Alsace-Lorraine region of France
  • hiked into the Schwarzwald around Freiburg and climbed a lookout tower for an amazing bird's eye view of the city

Zurich
  • joined a bus tour of the city and around "Heidi Land" (eastern Switzerland, where the book Heidi was set)
  • got my passport stamped in Liechtenstein
  • spent 5 hours in a train compartment talking with a grandmotherly German woman in german (I did more listening than talking, and it still made my brain hurt -- but it was successful!)

Vienna/Schloss Wasserburg
  • toured the beautiful and enormous Wiener Staatsoper (SRO tickets for the last show of the season were ~$75 for Werther, so I didn't jump for 'em)
  • stayed in an honest-to-God castle for a week, being fed and waited on by a maid and cook, lounging around the pool and various sitting rooms, catching up on reading (after 3 weeks of travelling around, living out of a backpack, this felt really good)
  • attended the St. Polten city festival, complete with bratwurst (mmm) and brass bands marching through the streets
All in all, a wonderful experience!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Hamburg

I have to admit: when I first got to Hamburg, I was scared. I was travelling alone for the first time on this trip, and I had nobody to rely on -- or talk to -- but myself. I spent the first afternoon and evening ambling around, finding an internet cafe and buying a city guide out of which I lived for the next 2 days.

The first morning, I was at a loss. I headed for the Museum für Kunst und Gewerbe (Museum for Arts and Crafts) because I had seen it on my way out of the main train station the previous night, and it looked big, and I didn't know where else to go. Over a cup of coffee and some delicious apple strudel, I planned out my next two days. I enjoyed the museum for a few more hours, especially an exhibit on photo portraits called Divas, before I headed on to the Deutsches Zollmuseum (German Customs Museum), which had an exhibit on smuggling attempts throughout the ages. Then, I headed over to the city park, found a combination Döner *and* pommes cone (eureka!) and munched happily until around 5:45, when I made my way to the Landungsbrücke -- the main port area of Hamburg. From there, a large yellow ferry with a lion's face on it took me across the ocean to ... Der König der Löwen (The Lion King)! It was the Broadway-style musical, but with lyrics and dialogue all in German. I understood about 30% of it, but it was such a spectacle I didn't care.

The next morning, I tried to take a tour around the Gruner + Jahr publishing house, but wasn't allowed in. So I took pictures of the supposedly ground-breaking architecture for a while before heading on, past St. Michaeliskirche, back to the Landungsbrücke, walking along it to take in the ships and the scenery. I moved along to the Reeperbahn (Hamburg's infamous red light district and home of various clubs in which the Beatles played early on). Nearby was the Museum für Hamburgischer Geschichte (Museum for Hamburg History), which had an exhibit on Biedermeyer clothing that was especially fun. That's the great part about being an actor -- you get to transport yourself to those times, and wear those clothes for a while, and no one thinks you're crazy!

I wandered around the town for a while after, visiting the Chilehaus, apparently an icon of 20s German architecture, and the Hamburgischer Staatsoper, which was locked but which screamed out early 60s architecture. And I ended with a night on the town, seeing Neil LaBute's Fat Pig. This show, however, was translated into german -- as Fettes Schwein. I understood even less this time -- about 15%.

My favorite part about Hamburg had to be all the well-fitted and good-looking suits that both men and women commonly wore. It made for a very attractive city!

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Amsterdam

The first day in Amsterdam was fairly brutal, thanks to our tight travel schedule and poor planning skills. My college roommate Matt and I flew from Berlin to Amsterdam, having woken up at 5 am to catch the bus to the airport, running on 2 hours of sleep and hangovers from the previous night's pub crawl. While I wanted to sleep, Matt and our college friend Ruby, who met us at the train station, understandably wanted to pound pavement. So pound we did, first visiting a diamond-cutting warehouse with a little tour that Matt enjoyed the last time he was in Amsterdam.

Then we went to EnergeticA, which turned out to be Machines`R´Us, and Matt the mechanical engineer was gleefully led around by a middle-aged dutch man who loved machines just as much as Matt did, explaining their use in charmlingly-accented english.

It was already starting to sizzle when we headed out the next morning, so we hightailed it to an air-conditioned location: namely, the Van Gogh Museum.

From there, we bought tickets for an improv dinner show by Boom Chicago, whose Edinburgh troupe I had seen years ago and loved. In the interim, we headed to the Heineken Experience, where for €11 each, we learned a little about brewing beer, but mostly drank (3 free 0,5 L beers with entry) and played games (there were various mindless games one could play that seemed fun at the time).

The next morning, we took a day trip to Zaanse Schans, and toured around for a while before heading back (I bought a hunk of cheese!). Matt and I scrounged up one last set of "must see" activities for our final day, hitting the Anne Frank House in the morning and a children's science center called Nemo (shaped like a boat!) in the afternoon. Nemo had an entire floor devoted to teens about hormones, drugs and sexuality. My favorite part: a small 16-and-over section on condoms, birth control and favorite positions! Oh, those Europeans.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Good Night, and Good Luck

George Clooney has impressed me in the last few months, first with Syriana, a well-done look at the overlap between middle eastern (and american) politics and the oil industry. It also managed to reference some of the problems and realities facing working-class citizens of said countries. With portions of the film in English, French, German, Farsi, Urdu and Arabic, both I and a friend who'd studied Arabic found the movie particularly good.

Yesterday I saw Good Night, and Good Luck., Clooney's sophomore directing effort and first writing credit. The movie, a historipic about CBS's Edward Murrow and his efforts to speak up against Senator Joe McCarthy, made clear and deserved remarks against blind patriotism and loyalty driven by fear. David Strathairn's Murrow had a strong take-home message: though McCarthy (or, implicitly, any single person/group in power) was surely in error for his actions, the American people themselves were at fault for the frenzy that followed. Their apathy (even aversion) towards unpalatable news and their complacent loyalty were exactly the reason McCarthy was able to go unchecked for so long.

The movie itself is an independent one, back in small theatres in big cities because it's been given an Oscar nod.