this summer I spent a good deal of time in
boston. the first night I was there, I told my
brother my main complaint with
boston. a lack of
straight lines. when I think about boston I see the curving banks of the c
harles river, which is much different than my experiences with rivers (see: the
hillsborough, the
los angeles) which are usually tamed by large concrete walls, except when
things go wrong. the
houses themselves have these curves and flourishes in the northeast, the interiors usually have some amount of clutter, and coat rooms and vestibules, designed to keep out the
elements. when I spoke to Ben about it I described it as a city built entirely in
serif fonts. when what I really crave is the
helvetica-like streets of
washington dc.
yesterday I was walking on
hillhurst though, and I realized I live in a neighborhood of
curving(I live on the right side of that image) streets, above ground power lines, hills and i
nfringing wildlife. objectively I life in a serif landscape, but when I am going about my life, walking to the grocery store, and seeing and old
professor (one of the great unexplained characters on
the west wing) they all melt away and I live my ideal san serif lifestyle.
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As a side note: I was cast as Hamlet in Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead performing in November in Long Beach with the Alive Theatre. It opens Nov. 5.
