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tinfoil.

and 3D glasses

back in the city, had a new york slice, saw hadestown

Sunday, September 29, 2019


Met Reeve Carney and Eva Noblezada after the show and that be my signed playbill in the middle.


Reeve Carney is a sweetheart. I told him that I really enjoyed watching him in Penny Dreadful and he gave me this quiet look of intrigue like he was trying to understand why anyone would remember his time on set as Dorian Gray, haha. He was so sweet and patient. And he had this very relaxed nature about him that you don't often get from stage actors, which was a really nice surprise. His take on Wait for Me ♫♪ was nothing short of brilliant. Gave me the chills. And the recording does not do him justice; you have to see it live. :']

Most of what he said to me the other night is still a blur but I do remember him telling me that he liked my bomber jacket when we took a photo together, haha.

And Eva? She's a ball of sunshine. So full of energy. Very expressive. And loud! So so so adorable and so much fun. This was my first time seeing her in anything and she was phenomenal. I wish they did more with Eurydice and her backstory, but I'd love to see Eva in more productions in the future omg. I'm a fan. ♥.

The rest of the cast were of course, first class. Amber Gray showed everyone how it was done as Persephone. André De Shields stayed on my mind as Hermes. Patrick Page killed it with Why We Build a Wall. And The Fates! Ugh.

I had a really good time. :>

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late spring

Thursday, April 18, 2019








sharing stories at the table like no time has passed at all.

writing again after a long dry spell and

I am mystified by how much I've been compelled to do so. Got sucked into the Arthur Morgan/Reader trap one night and wrote about 20+ pages of exposition for some time traveling fix-it melodrama. Hope to get a chapter out real soon; I've never written in the second person before but I'm committed to seeing this through.



Untitled Rough Draft | Chapter Excerpt:

"Couldn't sleep."

"Likewise." Arthur leans in to light a cigarette. "Whole place gives me the creeps."

"Yeah..."

You've heard that line before. And you're uncomfortable in the silence that follows, because it then dawns on you that this is the same Arthur who wrote in that old journal you read back at your world.

Arthur is not at all what you had pictured. You thought he would be this boyish and lanky sort – a tortured artist who used self-deprecating humor to deter an awareness of his own charm and good looks. But instead he's more of a jock than a Hemingway. He has a writer's intuition to pour his heart and soul out on page but in person he's so damn reserved, it's a wonder that he says no more than he needs to. And despite how much you've grown to like the charming poet from that old journal, you're timid in your approach to connect with the stoic, rugged man who's here with you now.

"Didn't get a chance to thank you for what you did back there," you say. "I owe you one."

"Don't mention it."

He drags another smoke. You can only assume that the conversation is dead on arrival, that is until he meets your gaze, the color in his eyes intensifying under the lamplight.

"How you liking the camp so far?"

"It's..."

You search for the words.

"It's an adjustment."

"Sure." He sees right through that lie. You can tell by the way his smile reaches his eyes. "Give it some time," he says. "Once we get a couple of things sorted out I'll take you back to your family. You got my word on that."

"Right, well, see – that's kind of the problem..." Undaunted, you take a step closer. "As much as I'd love to go back, I'm not even sure if that's possible."

"What you mean?"

"Would you think I was crazy if I told you?"

"Crazier than this lot?" He laughs. "Highly doubt that –"

"I don't belong here."

Arthur looks about as if you're merely stating the obvious. "Okay?"

"And I don't just mean hypothetically speaking. I've already made peace with what's happened to me, I just don't know where else to go from here."

Arthur takes a long drag of smoke before putting it out. When he looks back at you, arms crossed – ready and waiting – you're unsure of what to do with his undivided attention. And your heart skips a beat as you rub your elbows out of nerves, hoping and praying that he's got an open mind.

"I'm a history buff," you tell him. You look into the distance as you think back on your life. "I host a popular miniseries about world history and the general public loves my show. I even got a Funko Pop doll modeled after me last year. And despite what my publicist says, I am sort of but not really involved with some guy who happens to be a really good boost to my career..."

Arthur narrows his eyes. "I don't follow..."

"I'm from the future."

Arthur doesn't say a word but he appears bewildered – as if concerned about your great sense of imagination. And you kind of feel sorry for the guy, really. What could he possibility say to something like that?

So you continue to do all the talking.

You pace back and forth as you retrace your steps, nodding in agreement with the sequence of events that occurred in the last 24 hours: you had been filming at the Shady Belle mansion, where you were then knocked unconscious by what had felt like an earthquake and winded up here – one hundred and thirty years back in time.

"That's..." Arthur appears uneasy but he remains cordial. "Miss, that's quite a story."

"I know."

You can't make him believe you. Not while you don't even know the first thing there is to know about time travel and worm holes and ancient alien magic or whatever.

What you need is proof. So you change your approach.

"I'm guessing by this time you've already seen Mary?"

Arthur is stricken by the mention of her name. You then recall what he had written in his journal.

"She's going to write you again," you say. "And when she does, she'll ask another favor of you. It'll be about her father."

You tighten your hold on your shawl as you solidify your bargaining chip.

"If I'm wrong about that Mr. Morgan, then you can call me crazy."

It could use some polishing, haha. Despite how little time I have to contribute I've enjoyed the spur of inspiration. It's been a much needed break from the dry material in academia and I can't wait to share this when it's ready.

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the end of an era tho

Wednesday, December 19, 2018
when you finally get to play Red Dead Redemption 2 and you're looking to join the fandom but you find no intelligent life in the male-dominated forums subreddit so you turn to tumblr for that academic discourse on the Van der Linde gang and you're blessed by the tumblr community's historically accurate essays on what it's reallyreally like to get dicked down by Arthur Morgan


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west coast romance

Tuesday, December 11, 2018


Ain't no replacing you ...

mit - pierce laboratory

Tuesday, December 4, 2018
MIT Pierce Laboratory Building 1

MIT Pierce Laboratory

MIT Pierce Laboratory classroom

A class lecture about AI research and robotics.

I was invited to visit one of MIT's engineering labs at the Pierce Laboratory. It was my very first time at Cambridge so I was looking forward to seeing the sights and meeting some of the students and faculty there.

MIT is ... very motivated to make new advancements in AI science education. They have a lot of ambitious ideas about focusing their cores in artificial intelligence and machine learning, but given some of the stuff they covered in class I am concerned as to how much they're prioritizing 'pure science' above all else. The amount of value they're giving their engineers to design and implement some of the most complex components of artificial intelligence is going waaay overboard.

When we think about human consciousness, for example, based on what we already know about ourselves and how we choose to interact with each other, do you really think that your identity – your authentic self – is replicable through pure logic? Don't you think human consciousness is more nuanced than that?

I mean, MIT touched up on some AI behavioral concepts that were interesting and they're confident about meeting some of their end goals. But again, choosing not to involve experts in the humanities and the arts – and by that I mean: the language majors, philosophers, creatives, etc! – choosing to leave out experts of other disciplines in AI research is a misguided step that will hurt them in the long run.

I do wish them the best though. Got to meet some really accomplished engineers and the students at MIT are a hell of a lot smarter and passionate about their research compared to me that's for sure, pfft!

Would like to visit again, ja. ♡

reading old journal entries from when i was 14


... and marveling at my take-no-prisoners attitude about boys and their shitty opinions.


r.i.p. old hanzo

Saturday, May 5, 2018


Scatter had me cacklin like pfft —

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Thursday, March 8, 2018












a timeline of many days later —

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