Monday, July 28, 2003

ok, ok, no, i haven't yet sent off any postcards but i will be doing loads of them tomorrow so be patient. you will probably get them after i arrive back home!! just got back from amsterdam and we are super tired, mainly from the hour it took to get through passport control, which we had to go through BEFORE we were able get to a fucking bathroom, er, toilet. i think that i'm going to have to write my trip details here retrograde because i have very little online time here and i don't feel like spending a lot of cash to sit at an internet cafe...but i'll work on that, my bits for an aera proposal ( follows you everywhere...), AND go to the lomo gallery that i've been meaning to go to for weeks now. cheers.

Friday, July 25, 2003

ok SUPER quick post...if you guessed amsterdam for the mystery trip...then you win!!!! what do you win, you say? well, the deep satisfaction of knowing that YOU WON. yes you! YOU WON!!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

alright. this is the first time...well, the second time really...the first time i only had a few minutes to check my email...ANYWAY...this is my first time blogging in the u.k. or, really, outside the u.s.

whee. ok c-u-ers, it is HOT AS SHIT here. i mean it...ok, so it's about 95-98-9895ish degrees but as you know, i like to stay in the a.c. all summer long and that is not quite possible here. even the tate gallery today was far less than air conditioned.

hmm...i'm feeling a lot less than inspired at the moment's that time o' the month. nice, right? so i'm keeping this short for now. but, but, but...i punted for the first time that i mean i was the PUNTER or whatever the person that has to stand in the boat and steer with the big ass stick. (note: that is big-ass not ass-stick...although i suppose it is possible that it could become an ass-stick but that kind of discussion is just not appropriate know who you are.)

so london is super expensive but so far i'm having a lot of fun!

Friday, July 11, 2003

ok, last day on u.s. soil...shit...less than 24 hours until i leave. BUT...but...but...i'm all packed if you can believe that. i's impossible to believe. maybe i'll repack everything, say, at 3am just to keep in line with my usual packing practices.

so, yeah...this is an actual vacation. no agenda, no schedule...three weeks. sounds like the start of some new reality show, doesn't it? i'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

the world that is invisible. the part where i walk past the scene of the crime, the way things could have ended up, a possible scenario and i smile and realize that i am no longer her. where do i go next? swirling and swirling fears and anxieties and excitements and scenarios...round and round in my head...i can see all the strands but to remove, to identify, to acknowledge any one of them weights them, gives them an order that is never, ever quite right.

but i ask the pained and painted lady this: what exactly was the curse? the world that is invisible or the mirror world you stayed in for so long? because i, too, am sick of shadows.

Saturday, July 05, 2003

i never know what i'm seeing at night around this time of year. i mean is it distant lightning or just some fool still setting off fireworks somewhere?

Friday, July 04, 2003

want a postcard from the UK? send me your address! what? you don't know my email address? well, then you won't get one from me. sorry. this offer reserved for people that i know.
holy fucking god it's july. and the 4th of july at that.