The most wonderful Macbeth I’ve ever seen. Definitely the most visceral–blood, entrails, smoke, incense, thumping, pounding rhythm and quavering pipes. I cried and I laughed and was generally transfixed. Here the cast sing a stirring Gaelic round for their curtain call in the beautiful Globe theatre on the Thames in …

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My friend Robin (from Altoona days!) arrived in Brighton today– the last stop on her month-long European tour of theaters, museums, and chocolate.

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This is the pre-ride shot. But I do have proof that AC did bare all on the Brighton Naked Ride, as did some hundreds others. At the end of the ride he apparently took a dip in the sea as well. According to one of his mates, he is now a full-fledged Brightonian.

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I am a timid cyclist. I love being outdoors and I love seeing new places and because I am married to an adventurous cyclist who is not at all timid, I get persuaded to try excursions that would otherwise never enter my mind. Such as yesterday: I had an idea to take Sam to watch the B&H gymnastics club competition. …

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After a day cycling around West Sussex (30 miles round trip! The things I let AC talk me into…) we return home to watch the England v. USA World Cup game. I think AC’s allegiance is clear.

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Sam: “Mom, I wrote you a poem!” Me: “Thank you!” Sam: “Read it! It’s British!” Me: “Sam, what do you mean here by ‘I rot?’ Did you mean to say ‘I got?'” Sam: “No. It’s supposed to be ‘rot.'” Me: “Uhh… what do you mean by that?” Sam: “Oh, you know, things dying and such. Look how I spelled ‘Mum!’ It’s British!” Poetic …

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Sam took her first British swim class here today: Ducklings level 1-2. The pool was nice. I suspect we will spend much of the summer here.

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