Oh my God, I would wear the fuck out of this sweater if it was real.
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Right, let’s get this clear… we probably won’t be watching modern-day Sherlock Holmes series Elementary after its premiere. It doesn’t look God awful (which in itself is a triumph given how much they’ve screwed with Arthur Conan Doyle’s original concept), but it seems to be a pretty standard detective series that won’t have anything original enough to get us hooked.
But holy heck, we are so looking forward to the premiere. Maybe it’s because we’re curious about how well Jonny Lee Miller and Lucy Liu will do as Holmes and Watson. Maybe it’s because we want ammo when we moan about how CBS have mutilated the story. Maybe it’s because we want to go running to Steven Moffat about how much it’s ripped off Sherlock. What we do know for sure is that while Elementary may probably be the most infuriating new show in a particularly insane schedule, it’s also the one that’s got everyone talking.
Again.At the start of A Study in Pink:
Oh man, in my Classical Mythology class we just talked about how the first and last books of The Iliad do this exact thing and it’s called a ring composition and it’s kind of brilliant and I am really, really nerding out right now.
(Also maybe I should mention that this is spoiler-y, just in case. But for God’s sake, if you haven’t seen Sherlock yet, GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW I CANNOT SAY ENOUGH GOOD THINGS ABOUT THIS GODDAMN PERFECT TELEVISION SHOW.)
I have bruises on my right arm from too many vigorous Roman handshakes, on Wednesday I have a midterm in swing dancing, and Alan Tudyk talked to my Physical Acting class today because he and my teacher are friends who went to Juilliard together.
Subject Line: Tennis Balls
Hey everyone,
Forgive the egregious late notice on this one. For the top of class tomorrow if you could please bring three tennis balls each, it would be great!
Thanks so much,
Orlando
There was one awkward pause in the show on Friday but Adam and Ty came to see it and then on Saturday so many people came and it was overwhelming. Alexis got me flowers and my parents took the two of us out to lunch and I got a lot of hugs and sometimes I question why I want to be an actor because it’s difficult and uncertain and I get so nervous sometimes but then I do a performance like we did on Saturday and I remember why.
Anais Mitchell / Way Down Hadestown
On Sunday, Adam, Alexis, Alana (who was visiting!), and I saw Anais Mitchell and company (including Ani DiFranco) perform all of Hadestown live and it was incredible and beautiful and so much fun. We were right in the front (which made taking pictures feel kind of awkward, but whatever) and afterwards they all came into the audience and taught us patriotic songs and then we marched to Washington Square Park singing them. What a night.
I GOT A PART IN A PLAY, GUYS. A PLAY WITH ONLY THREE CHARACTERS. AND I GOT A PART. I AM SO STOKED.
Oh my God, I would wear the fuck out of this sweater if it was real.
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Read ALL The Words of the Day: After nearly six months of silence, Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half fame returns with a brand new blog post detailing her recent bout of depression, and how she ultimately overcame her sadness by turning its unintended consequence into a superpower.
[h&a1/2.]
Finally.
Also, I especially liked this:
… trying to use willpower to overcome the apathetic sort of sadness that accompanies depression is like a person with no arms trying to punch themselves until their hands grow back. A fundamental component of the plan is missing and it isn’t going to work.
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At Alfredo Jaar’s Park of the Laments at the IMA, in the midst of a long bike ride, cloudless sky, feeling the kind of happy that you can never explain to people because there is no particular reason for the feeling: I just like riding my bike. It wakes me up. Opens the eyes of my eyes.
This feeling is such a close cousin to the kind of sadness I feel driving at night by myself—the pure, almost pleasant sadness that you also can’t ever explain to anyone.
Anyway it all reminds me of this poem by e.e. cummings. Nothing particularly fancy about this poem; it just captures the feeling for me.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
John Green and e.e. cummings express so perfectly how bike rides make me feel.
At Buffalo Exchange. I am so excited. Everyone I met is really nice. And the tagging gun is awesome. And my arms are going to get so strong from carrying clothes around all the time. I almost feel like a real adult or something.

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The Mountain Goats / Lovecraft in Brooklyn
Woke up afraid of my own shadow
Like, genuinely afraid
So, this exists.
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