It Tastes English
Goodbye San Francisco, for now.
I don't even mind that the last few days at home were spent hiding from the rain.
And the hail.
Because I'm in the British Midlands. It was a long day of being tossed into the non-stop world of international travel.
I do sometimes enjoy the solitude that an airplane provides. I caught up on some reading, some crossword puzzles and some NPR podcasts. I also took a wicked nap. I may be turning into someone's parents, but I'm not sure.
Manchester is a massive, grey city with factories laid out side by side. It usually rains and always smells of burning sulphur.
I checked into the jury's inn at 8:30 this morning, and promptly fell asleep. This is a wonderful thing as I'll be up at 7:30 tomorrow morning to set up a lighting rig and program the tour for the next two days. I am ignoring the fact that the hotel room is the size of my closet at home and smells a bit like burning shit. Travel is dangerous.
I have had a growing obsession with the Manchester Hilton, which is across the street. It is an impossibly tall, awkward building that clashes dramatically with the rest of the city. Strange, really.
A few days here won't be so bad. I like the work. It will be endless hours of tapping away at a computer, programming cues for the show. This is essentially my chance to really be creative. It always comes out in a big flurry that I spend weeks touching up. Can't wait. I'm off to find something to eat that doesn't taste of gray sadness.
I don't even mind that the last few days at home were spent hiding from the rain.
And the hail.
Because I'm in the British Midlands. It was a long day of being tossed into the non-stop world of international travel.
I do sometimes enjoy the solitude that an airplane provides. I caught up on some reading, some crossword puzzles and some NPR podcasts. I also took a wicked nap. I may be turning into someone's parents, but I'm not sure.
Manchester is a massive, grey city with factories laid out side by side. It usually rains and always smells of burning sulphur.
I checked into the jury's inn at 8:30 this morning, and promptly fell asleep. This is a wonderful thing as I'll be up at 7:30 tomorrow morning to set up a lighting rig and program the tour for the next two days. I am ignoring the fact that the hotel room is the size of my closet at home and smells a bit like burning shit. Travel is dangerous.
I have had a growing obsession with the Manchester Hilton, which is across the street. It is an impossibly tall, awkward building that clashes dramatically with the rest of the city. Strange, really.
A few days here won't be so bad. I like the work. It will be endless hours of tapping away at a computer, programming cues for the show. This is essentially my chance to really be creative. It always comes out in a big flurry that I spend weeks touching up. Can't wait. I'm off to find something to eat that doesn't taste of gray sadness.
posted by L at Thursday, March 01, 2007
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