Hey Kid, Get Lost

I am out in Kiev with Tricklock Company. While everyone is getting ready to perform Fingermouth and The Reptilian Lounge and a Ukrainian TV appearance out here in Eastern Europe, my homeslices Rhiannon and KatieP are touring the States with their show ELLIEIDA. Holy smokes, did I drop enough names in this paragraph?

I just wanted to draw your attention to Rhiannon and KatieP for a moment. They are young, they are women, and they are bad ass. Their company is Studio Playhaus with several other homeslices, and they are touring their original production. It's like Albuquerque is the Garden of Bitchin 'and we are all out planting seeds across the world.

When the crop comes in, it is going to be spicy.

I walked down to the square. Well, it's the square but it's not called that - maybe because it's a circle. If you can recall an image of Kiev from the news, there. I went there.

I was using Google Translate to try to figure out the menu of a sandwich place because the Cyrillic script is hard for me to read. A guy, who was probably the manager of the sandwich place, spoke very little English and really wanted to help me. Through a series of gestures and expressions and both of us repeating the word "good," I ended up with, what I think was, a ground chicken sandwich. I took a bite of it.

"Good?" He asked. "Good," I said.

Before I finish this story, you need to know that as much as I brag about my ability to speak French, it is actually very limited.

So I tell the guy that my sandwich is good and he says: "Bon appétit."

"Pretty close," I thought. "Pretty darn close."

The differences between a guy from the States and a guy from France are vast, and at the end of the day who gives a shit.

Here's a thought: we are able to travel around because of our ability to manipulate the decayed remains of dinosaurs.

I have been carrying two wallets - my real one, and the if-I-get-robbed one. The latter says AC/DC and sticks together with Velcro. It has a few bucks in it, an expired NYC Metro card, and some receipts. So far, I have not been robbed in New York or Kiev.

Stay tuned.

I was told that I have a weak hippocampus because of my reliance on technology. I guess we all do. A hippocampus, if you do not know, is how Sirius escaped from Hogwarts. I went for a walk earlier to strengthen my hippocampus, and promptly got lost. Luckily, Google Maps knew the way home.

Go get lost somewhere. I recommend it.