I watched The Village.

Uh... don't.

I am back in California. Repeat-- I am back in California.

I haven't been updating.

I moved to Spanish Harlem and have decorated my walls with pictures of two trips to Europe and with posters of the shows I've directed.

I completed a workshop of a hip-hop Aeschylus (not Sophocles) play, a workshop in which I got to work with Will Power and Jo Bonney.

I sat at dinner across from Lincoln Center (where I had just been part of a panel at the Directors' Lab) and talked with Jo Bonney about the original production of Stop Kiss, a play I later did a totally illegal production of. I learned more about being a director watching her work than maybe in any other two week period ever, aside from maybe the first two weeks of freshman year directing class.

I realize that I still really, really want to direct theatre. I hope somebody someday might want to pay me for that. In the meantime, I collected two weeks' worth of paychecks as an actor, something that I had written off as a possibility three years ago.

I am re-reading Infinite Jest because it is the best book ever written.

Football season is starting soon. This is why I got DirecTV.

I walked the streets of New York the day I left and fell in love with the city again, the same way I do every single day that I remember to look at where I am and think about what I'm doing. And I walked the street of Pasadena last night and felt like a stranger, felt oddly out of place, the only pedestrian in sight, looking for just a bodega on a corner to purchase maybe a toothbrush and a Coke, the idea of having to get in a car and drive somewhere to purchase these things suddenly frustrating, the annoyance of the crosswalk system here where you must push a button or you cannot walk, tickets for jaywalking I've seen them do it, and the Hallelujah Chorus playing in my headphones as I smile and keep right on walking.