Election night hurt. I’m sorry that that’s the first thing I’m writing about, but it’s consuming the world I live in, both here in London and back home. Because of the time differences, it wasn’t until 5 a.m. that I fully knew the results. I pulled an all-nighter because originally I’d anticipated celebrating Clinton’s win, only to slowly watch it whither away in a tumult of fear and dread. Being a straight white male, there’s little I have to be afraid…
As the end of October dawns upon us, London is heading into the Halloween festive mood. While certainly not as monumental a holiday here as it is in the U.S., several pop-up shops have appeared in London, and the baristas are making foam designs of spider webs instead of leaves and hearts. Strangely enough, there’s already been talk about Christmas two months in advance. Just last Saturday, I was in Harrod’s in Kensington, one of the largest department stores in…
I’ve almost been in Jolly old England for a month and yet it feels like an eternity. That’s the thing about big cities. You spend a week or so in one and then consider yourself a native. For various obvious reasons, I’m not quite a Londoner, and one of those is this American accent that seems to follow me everywhere. In nearly every conversation I have at a café or a tube station, it takes the other person a few…
As I write this, my legs feel dead and I’m emotionally exhausted. Barely a week into my semester long acting program in London, I’ve already played the seven deadly sins with differing voices, imagined I was a raindrop against a windowpane and spoken my feelings to a coconut about a pomegranate I liked. Welcome to the theatre world. Since last Monday, I’ve been attending countless acting classes at the British American Drama Academy (BADA) in London, and I will be…