Pictoral Venice in HK

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Venetian Twins--I particularly enjoyed the giant back-lit poster with my picture on it. Over one week later, it's still up and I'm feeling the effects:
Just the other day, I was sitting in Pacific Coffee, wearing a tie vest, and reading near my friend Shirley. I had this dazzling book, The Razor's Edge, by Somerset Maugham. During the course of our reading time, 3 different people came in and waved at me. Don't pretend you're not impressed.

Venetian Twins

I'm probably slowly losing my readership as I continuously forget to post anything about my glamorous life.
Also, as I have many important things to do other than blog, the quality of the posts has declined in recent months. It's just a phase, I'm sure. I'll grow out of it just like I grew out of hot pink and jazz hands. Oh, wait...

I'd like to state that Devon and Jeff came here, yes, and that week will be documented in due course. It's like preparing to tackle a thesis or something, I can't get started. Truth be told, I must read about 100 more pages of a so-far rather dull book in time for our dorky weekly quasi-family discussion. Therefore, I would like to simply picture dump from my latest smash hit, "The Venetian Twins." It was a frenetic and wacky Australian musical of mistaken identity. I played Columbina, the hussy maid to the whiny mistress. WILD! A radio interview I half did can be found online somewhere.
Unnnnnfortunately, I am currently unable to post any photos on blogger. Technical issues, I suppose.
Facebook users can see a few, though I deleted some because that dress was just not fair. Whoever thought it was a good idea to add stuffing to the waist, hips, and butt of a dress and smash the bosom should be fired.

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Recently past and near future events defy description. Devon and Jeff visited (a substantial blog to follow at some point when I'm not so occupied with many important things). I've auditioned to be a cartoony voice for Vtech educational toys. The next play, "The Venetian Twins"--a frenetic and wacky Australian musical about twins--two of them, and mistaken identity, goes up this week. It's been an interesting experience. Suffice to say, the central conflict in my life right now is attempting to make my bosom appear large in a Medieval dress. Sounds like a joke, I know, but today the director asked me, "Did you find any sort of push-up bra?" and I sadly responded, "This IS a push-up bra." He laughed and apologized.

I had planned a trip to The Philippines for May (to celebrate Buddha's birthday, of course), but now I will be going to Guangzhou in China to perform the Penguin show--thrice! I need to move my trip to another time, which might be ok, since apparently there's a radical group causing violent trouble in the region of the Philippines where I'd be going. I can't really take this group seriously, though, as their acronym in MILF. Mom and Dad, if you don't know what MILF means, just ask Devon.

I made a very brief trip back to South Dakota last weekend to be with my family for my grandpa's funeral. A sad time, but good to gather with the family and share memories. In June, I'll visit SD again for 2 weddings and carting my grandma around Wal-Mart.

Post-HK is up in the air still. I'll know more after learning the results of some upcoming auditions (even one for Hong Kong Disneyland, Steven!). It's looking like I'll still be here through mid-December, no matter what.

Also, Jacksonvillians, look out for a Source article either this week or next.

Welcome to Beijing. Rickshaw?

I traveled to Beijing with my friend David, who I met at a grocery store a couple months after I first moved to Hong Kong. Another friend, Rita, met us at the airport and helped us get a taxi to our hotel. Staying in a hotel rather than a hostel was a new experience in itself. I didn’t have to lock up my valuables or worry about stepping on Damien from Sweden on the descent from the top bunk.
Beijing Day One was FREEZING. So windy and freezing, David had to buy a local-style silken jacket. It changed colors in the light:

After the acquisition of the Technicolor dreamcoat, the three of us went to Beijing-style hotpot, similar to Hong Kong-style hotpot, but with taller chimneys and more yelling:

From there, we walked to Tiananmen Square

where Rita left us to our own devices. We marveled at the Square, though David heretically called it a rectangle. The Square guards stand on pedestals surrounded on four sides by a red velvet rope like they have at movie theatres:

How to Get Kicked Out of China 101: David pinching a Chinese guard’s ass through the magic of photographic perspective.

We crossed the road to enter the Forbidden City—


the imperial palace from the Ming to the Qing dynasties (circa 1406—1912). It’s not forbidden to enter anymore, as long as you pay a 2 Yuan entrance fee. It is now home to the Palace Museum and a collection of photographs, such as the Emperor of the Dork Dynasty:

We never found an entrance to the Palace Museum and after several failed attempts to enter through the exit, we gave up on it and David went to the male piss room.

I know it’s hard to read, but it definitely says “male piss room”. I was trying to be inconspicuous, as I usually am when I photograph toilets, so we take what we can get. And yes, I felt left out as there was no female piss room.
Then at last, he found us: Saturday Hero. As heroes often do, he came riding on a chariot of motorized bicycle with a bench seat on the back. We hopped on and communicated our next destination: Houhai Lake.
The seemingly circuitous route took us through some narrow residential alleys:

He stopped on the north side of the Forbidden City for a photo op.
David with the Saturday Hero himself:

Houhai: a beautiful lake in central Beijing


surrounded by restaurants, bars, and really classy establishments:

As we walked the perimeter of the Lake, we denied at least 583 rickshaw drivers. They have a brilliant tactic of offering a ride and immediately agreeing with themselves. Example: “Rickshaw? Ok!”
Met Rita to go to dinner with David’s friends Andrew, Nicola, and Tom. We ate Muslim food and watched belly dancers:

Then out for ice cream at Coldstone where I talked with Stephanie, Andrew’s employee and fellow English grad. Nothing like bonding over Emerson in Beijing…

Next day, THE WALL. We hired a driver (Sunday Hero) to take us out to the Mutianyu section of The Wall---about an hour and a half drive to what we thought would be low on tourists. Wrong on the few tourists part, but The Wall was indeed Great. To get up to The Wall, you can take a cable car. One friend alleges that he rode the same car as Bill Clinton. I don’t think Bill Clinton would get on this device. But we did.

I hesitate to post photos; they can hardly do it justice. But here are a few anyway:






Wouldn't be a trip to a UNESCO World Heritage Site without some defacing:

To get down from The Wall, you ride a toboggan past angry guys in long green coats who yell, “Brake! Brake! Brake!” and “No fast!” Then again, they may have been yelling “Break!” which might actually make more sense considering the circumstance.

Memorable characters at The Wall:

Our driver collected us and en route back to the hotel stopped off at The Bird’s Nest:
Next stop: Silk Market. Initially a horrid place, but got progressively better as we ascended. From there, we were offered a taxi ride to our next destination, but it really looked like a regular guy calling his maroon Mitsubishi a “taxi”. Took a legit taxi to Dong Hua Men Night Market.


I ate some beetles

Then we met Rita for Peking Duck:


Obligatory photo with the giant cartoon duck outside the restaurant:

Beijing Day Three…here’s where it gets crazy, folks.
It started out normal, at least by Chinese standards. We got up very early in order to hit everything on our schedule: Summer Palace, Temple of Heaven, and the 798 Art Zone. First stop: The Summer Palace. The magnificent and massive Palace area was unfortunately obscured by a sand storm, but I got a few decent photos:







Some of my favorite Palace names: Chamber of Heartfelt Contentment and the Hall of Dispelling Clouds.
After the Summer Palace, we met Rita for lunch. I started to feel sick, even before I ate, but tried to ignore it. It got worse and worse. I felt ridiculously hot, so I lay down on the bathroom floor…more disgusting than eating beetles, for sure. I was having a difficult time even moving by this point, but I made it back out to our table, where Rita and David said I didn’t look good. We planned to go back to the hotel to rest, but the pain started to get unbearable and I got uncommunicative besides the word “pain” and grasping my lower abdomen. I lay down again on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. A minor step above the bathroom, still way below beetles. Rita got a taxi for us and yelled “hospital” (in Mandarin) at the driver at least 80 times before he got it. Never mind the girl writhing in pain in the backseat. He finally got it and drove to the hospital where Rita knew they speak English. (Rita = Monday Hero, by the way)The ride felt like an eternity to me and David kept saying, “We’re almost there” even though he had no idea. The best friends always know when to lie. Eventually, we got there—I hardly remember getting out of the taxi and into the hospital, but I apparently did because they pumped morphine into me and I felt better fast. The doctor did a pelvic exam (never thought I’d mention such in this blog…) and then sent me up for an ultrasound. As I predicted, I’m not pregnant. I had an ovarian cyst rupture and another one still there. No big deal, really. Just insanely painful for a while.
Post pain, on morphine, filling out more paperwork:

Photo compliments the incomparable David Shapiro.
We discussed whether or not we could fly back to Hong Kong. I wanted nothing more than to get back, and the doctor said it would be fine. I felt bad that we missed the Temple of Heaven; David said at one point he was afraid I might end up there myself.
Back in HK now…alive and well. Rickshaw?

Pulitzer Rugby with Neil Simon

Beijing was spectacular--and a bit of a spectacle for some...BUT, I've missed some earlier events and since I'm not really up for a full commie write-up at this time (plus, I need to acquire more photos from my incomparable travel buddy, David)...I'm just going to picture dump pre-Jing events and let my public wallow in anticipation a few more days.
Way way back, I mentioned that I was in a commercial for the drunken brawl known as the HK Rugby Sevens. Incidentally, the event is now being blamed causing HK's record high pollution index today. You can barely see me in the commercial, if you know where and exactly when to look. Barely. Since I know the exact moment and position on the screen, I see myself every morning on the TV in the train station. Makes me feel so celeb until I realize that if you're on the train, you shouldn't have to take the train.
Picture DUMP from filming day:



"The Odd Couple (Female Version)" took Hong Kong by storm from March 9 to 13. Incredible cast, team, and crew. It's not a rip off Neil Simon--he changed the gender of his original about 20 years later in order to show a female side of the situation. Again, let's picture DUMP. Please keep in mind that this was set in 1984.
The ladies with Paul and Teri, Director and AD. Paul is such a dashing Irish lad:

At the after party:

My Act 2 costume...Virginia Coultas' skirt from the 1940s. Thanks to my mom's ridiculously generous box of candy (which I of course shared with the cast), I had to go to the gym on the final performance day to make sure this skirt would still fit:

Act 1 costume, however, I could fit about 3 other pairs of pants under those hideous jeans. Notice the zipper...then try, just try, to erase that image from your memory:

Final mini-dump: Junot Diaz, Pulitzer Prize winning author of The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I attended a literary discussion of the book (which The, Dad, and I are currently reading these two weeks). He's definitely the coolest Pulitzer Prize winner I've ever met. He's a dude from the DR with mad nerdery. At the book signing afterward, my line friend Jackie was nice enough to photograph my discussion with him.
Starts out with me saying something awkward and confusing:

Then he talks and it gets better:
And we're friends! Even on facebook. Junot before this shot: "Hide the book!" :
Now all is clear for Beijing---I can hardly wait to divulge it all (mmmaybe not ALL, some things from Beijing are better left in Beijing. Like silken coats.) Oh, a teaser.