kyle hemingway

queer american literature: A
seminar: urban public art: A
magazine design and production: A
graphic design for digital media: A

semester gpa: 4.0
dean’s list.

now if only i could shake this sickness/my tonsils would come back down to normal size…

this past week was one of the most relaxing times i’ve had in recent remembrance (and by “recent remembrance” i mean the last 2 years). it was so wonderful to come home and see my family. my entire family. i saw people i haven’t seen in years this week, and while i may not have been feeling up to my best on some of the days, it was amazing to be in their company catching up.

i arrived in providence on wednesday afternoon, just in time to go to st. anthony of the desert for christmas eve services with father no-personality. the choir sounded wonderful (mariah included) and overall it was a lovely mass. we then left and headed for my cousin jeannie’s house for christmas eve festivities. a glass of wine was placed in my hand as i entered the door and i didn’t stop laughing even after we drove away nearly 5 hours later.

the next morning, we woke up late and exchanged gifts, got ready, and went to my aunt rosemarie’s house, where we spend christmas day. after having slaved over a hot kitchen all day, aunt ro had an amazing feast prepared for us, augmented with dishes and desserts from the rest of my amazing family.

the day after christmas was where the real whirlwind began. we woke up early to get to breakfast with our cousins. this particular group is the absolute funnest group of women (and ryan) is the most enjoyable to be around at any time. at least 4 conversations were happening at any given point among the 7 of us at the table.

from breakfast in swansea, we jetted down to dartmouth to visit with my grandmother. grandma betty is a firecracker of a woman who i love very much. we stayed in her living room laughing for almost an hour and a half until we remembered we were all supposed to go to lunch! we left and continued the chuckles over food, then dropped grandma back at her apartment. until this afternoon, i hadn’t seen her for about a year and a half. it felt so amazing to catch up with her, a highlight being her referring to my beloved dorothy parker as an “acid bitch.” where do you think i get it from?

from the delightful high of lunch with my grandmother, my mother and i then trekked into the lower depths of the seventh circle of hell: my uncle’s apartment. after running into him at christmas dinner after nearly two years of carefully planned non-contact, he asked me to help him install itunes and put some music on a new ipod he got as a gift. unable to find a polite way to say no, and feeling compelled to be a good person due to the big jc’s birthday, i said yes. it didn’t end up working out, so he intends on returning the ipod. i did get a free 8gb flash drive out of it, though. score.

after this full day of driving and visiting (and tending the scorch marks from exiting hell), mom, janis and myself curled up in the family room and watched the sex and the city movie. mom got it on dvd for christmas and enjoyed it just as much as when she saw it in the theater. she’s just plain adorable.

next morning, wake up even earlier to have breakfast with my godmother at 9am. like my grandmother, i hadn’t seen my godmother in about a year and a half. it was so wonderful to catch up with her and share a meal.

after breakfast, we headed down the street to get mom’s hair did by janice, the woman who cut my hair from the fourth grade until i moved to boston. it was amazing to see her and how well she was doing. she likes my hair the way it is now (although she did have the awful task of tending to it when it was shoulder-length).

packing then happened, and after checking and double checking, we left the house for brockton to see my dad. we all went to a delightful lebanese restaurant for lunch and ate fantastic food. it was nice to see dad doing so well (and wearing jeans!). now i’m back home, fresh from watching two movies on the couch, irrigating my nose, writing thank you cards, and organizing my life over the next few days. as wonderful as it was to see everyone i love, it’s very fantastic to be back in my apartment cuddling with mr. mitchi awaiting jeremy’s return from south carolina.

i’m looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow!

broadway.com has recently done a sweet little photo feature in honor of the first rehearsal of “the third story.”

one of the shots includes the (in my opinion) fantastic show artwork, done by yours truly!

click the photo to check out charles and kathleen being fierce!

I have officially completed semester seven of Emerson college. thank Jesus!
only one more and I get the damn piece of paper!

it’s kyle! (cue rose hovick burlesque fanfare)

it’s been far too long since i did something beside post a photo of mitchi in here, so i’m going to actually write for a small while about me. as most of you know, i do hate talking about myself, so please bear with me.

i’ve been working like a madman on everything lately: school, design, etc. some exciting things have been happening, however. i designed the publicity materials for charles busch’s newest play starring kathleen turner (the poster, in essence, is a giant picture of kathleen’s face…as it should be). i was featured by em magazine as one of 9 students “who are awesome now.” pick one up to see my gigantic face checking out the beauty pageant baton twirling girl across the fold. and i had a fantastic time in the berkshires for thankgiving break.

now, though, i’m entering finals time. i’ve got a paper to write and a magazine to design. by monday.

i can totes do that.

on a slightly unrelated note, it’s fiercy mcfierce fierce’s (aka morgan first’s) birthday today! happy birthday, morgan!!!

peace out, kids!

today, i’m thankful for:

1. going home for dinner before performing tonight
2. scarlet takes a tumble
3. you suck at photoshop
4. therapy on thursday morning!
5. lisa diercks being fierce

…ella ella ay ay ay…

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i love our kitty.

somebody brought his cranky face today.

i stayed up a little late tonight to get my magazine design homework finished before class tomorrow, but then found i wasn’t able to sleep. excited about tomorrow, i pulled up the new york times, slate, and some other news sites to do a little reading before i went to sleep. reading usually puts me to sleep.

i find myself, however, exactly the opposite. i’m sitting in my office at 1:37 am scared out of my mind that the world is going to end tomorrow. i don’t like having an anxiety problem. or the uncertainty of how tomorrow will turn out. or the fact that despite the fact that i will be voting, that’s the only thing i can do to ensure things turn out the way i’d like them to.

i’ve been scared all this past week that members of my family have signed petitions for yes on proposition 8 just because one might have been circulated in their church, whether or not they actually know how harmful that is. or how hurtful.

i don’t like feeling that i am out of control of a situation, that feeling causes me a lot of anxiety, and i’m really anxious right now when i think about everything that’s happening tomorrow.

i can’t even laugh at tina fey doing sarah palin right now, which should be indicative of just how scared i am.

let’s cross all of our fingers collectively tomorrow and hope everything turns out for the best, and that the world is still turning on wednesday morning.