or so-called love...
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/story.cfm?c_id=1&ObjectID=10384337
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
pleocytosis
** a little break from Europe now**
Why the world (specifically the United States) drives me crazy- stories like this- (you need a subscription to read the whole story-but you can get the point). URBAN PLANNING!! Such a little important thing, and yet something Americans don't quite grasp!!!
Maybe I'm just obsessing on that because I'm spending my global warming summer focused on that subject. And on that note- from the Italian visionary/architect-
Paolo Soleri-
"Perhaps we are wasting our best energies in trying to get in touch with our creator. The sad thing is that, as far as I know, the creator is not there. We are self-creating." Paolo Soleri The Urban Ideal
And if global warming issues haven't aggravated and disturbed you enough- here's another reason- itchier poison oak!
I spent this weekend: practicing piano, reading, walking around, and writing a sestina. Maybe if it gets posted- I'll send you the link!
Why the world (specifically the United States) drives me crazy- stories like this- (you need a subscription to read the whole story-but you can get the point). URBAN PLANNING!! Such a little important thing, and yet something Americans don't quite grasp!!!
Maybe I'm just obsessing on that because I'm spending my global warming summer focused on that subject. And on that note- from the Italian visionary/architect-
Paolo Soleri-
"Perhaps we are wasting our best energies in trying to get in touch with our creator. The sad thing is that, as far as I know, the creator is not there. We are self-creating." Paolo Soleri The Urban Ideal
And if global warming issues haven't aggravated and disturbed you enough- here's another reason- itchier poison oak!
I spent this weekend: practicing piano, reading, walking around, and writing a sestina. Maybe if it gets posted- I'll send you the link!
Friday, May 26, 2006
And even more Valencia Spain pictures
Go here for more, I couldn't make blogger work for me.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/90508392@N00/sets/
Here's a nice story about Ian McHarg- landscape architect & visionary. I'm currently reading his Design with Nature.
He learned that Harvard University, in distant New England, had a good program, so he wrote that august institution a letter informing them of his intention to study there. He did not apply, mind you, or complete any pre requisite undergraduate courses. He just told Harvard when he was coming, appeared on schedule, and began taking classes, never considering any possibility but his admittance to a course of study. Unsure as to how to handle the upstart designer, the academic authorities opened their classrooms and granted him his degree, or, in his words, "After the war I spend four years at Harvard where I received assurances that I was a professional landscape architect and city planner."
http://www.flickr.com/photos/90508392@N00/sets/
Here's a nice story about Ian McHarg- landscape architect & visionary. I'm currently reading his Design with Nature.
He learned that Harvard University, in distant New England, had a good program, so he wrote that august institution a letter informing them of his intention to study there. He did not apply, mind you, or complete any pre requisite undergraduate courses. He just told Harvard when he was coming, appeared on schedule, and began taking classes, never considering any possibility but his admittance to a course of study. Unsure as to how to handle the upstart designer, the academic authorities opened their classrooms and granted him his degree, or, in his words, "After the war I spend four years at Harvard where I received assurances that I was a professional landscape architect and city planner."
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
More Valencia stories
"Brief, somewhat fruitless conversation about the corpse in pre-Shakespearian theatre." - Walter Benjamin Moscow Diaries
Sentence written on Fri. 5/19/06 4:20pm while waiting at the Walnut Creek BART station:
We all move in unison, as if choreographed, into position with the oncoming train; while a chorus of sparrows, sound out around us.
More Valencia stories- as I am waiting for my past to catch up to my present.
Sat. night- we had a very nice dinner in the old part of Valencia. My understanding is that Valencia- being an old city established in the Medieval times, has had its modern counterpart built around it. It creates an interesting dichotomy. Afterwards the West Coast Americans decided to go out "on the town." We stopped at a very crowded bar, with gothy-girl like art on the wall. Then we wandered around little more- to finally go home.
Sunday-Mic and I finally went sight-seeing. First, we went to the Museo de Bellas Artes I wanted to see the El Greco painting, there was only one. We walked around some more, etc.
We returned to the Science Museum for the final performances of the festival. After a keystone cops moment, all the performers were gathered for a final "Italian" dinner (because it was the only place left open to eat at the late hour of 11:30). Monday, what was left of the performers went with Rubén (the organizer) to eat paella on the beach. Pretty good! We hung out on the beach for a while, then back into the city's center and finished the day with my favourite meal in Spain- Pinchos with Txakoli!! (I.e. Basque finger food and Basque white sparkly wine). Tues consisted of a quick trip to Valencia's Aquarium (it purported to be the largest one in Europe. And a flight back to Paris.
Sentence written on Fri. 5/19/06 4:20pm while waiting at the Walnut Creek BART station:
We all move in unison, as if choreographed, into position with the oncoming train; while a chorus of sparrows, sound out around us.
More Valencia stories- as I am waiting for my past to catch up to my present.
Sat. night- we had a very nice dinner in the old part of Valencia. My understanding is that Valencia- being an old city established in the Medieval times, has had its modern counterpart built around it. It creates an interesting dichotomy. Afterwards the West Coast Americans decided to go out "on the town." We stopped at a very crowded bar, with gothy-girl like art on the wall. Then we wandered around little more- to finally go home.
Sunday-Mic and I finally went sight-seeing. First, we went to the Museo de Bellas Artes I wanted to see the El Greco painting, there was only one. We walked around some more, etc.
We returned to the Science Museum for the final performances of the festival. After a keystone cops moment, all the performers were gathered for a final "Italian" dinner (because it was the only place left open to eat at the late hour of 11:30). Monday, what was left of the performers went with Rubén (the organizer) to eat paella on the beach. Pretty good! We hung out on the beach for a while, then back into the city's center and finished the day with my favourite meal in Spain- Pinchos with Txakoli!! (I.e. Basque finger food and Basque white sparkly wine). Tues consisted of a quick trip to Valencia's Aquarium (it purported to be the largest one in Europe. And a flight back to Paris.
Valencia pictures
Sleepy diners: Mic, Laurence & Veronika (can someone say jet lag?)
Jason, mystery guy (will have to look up his name later), and Randy's profile.
Taking to the streets- Scott, Mic, Daniel, Randy and other random Valencian boys
Thursday, May 18, 2006
mazurka
"Nothing ever happens as planned or expected- this banal formulation of life's complications is borne out so implacably and so intensely in every single instance here that you quickly come to grasp the fatalism of the Russians." Walter Benjamin Moscow Diaries
In Valencia- 5/6
Sat. was spent on recording and performances: Laurence English, Randy Yau & Michael Gendreau. Then a really nice dinner afterwards- with the performers and promoters of the show. No sightseeing yet~
Mic gathering data for Sat. performance
Me- listening
In Valencia- 5/6
Sat. was spent on recording and performances: Laurence English, Randy Yau & Michael Gendreau. Then a really nice dinner afterwards- with the performers and promoters of the show. No sightseeing yet~
Mic gathering data for Sat. performance
Me- listening
Randy Yau!! 
Scott got in just in time to catch the.....applause and to get a drink w/ Mic.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Chastushka
Thoughts on traveling- or in particular, on this journey.
Although I took a near 500 pictures, there were at least 250 more that I wished I had taken- My desire to document a moment maybe considered a form of madness?
I did not take notes as I promised myself I would before I left. In fact, I hardly wrote anything at all and to reconstruct this whole trip will be have to be based on memory. It's a good thing that my memory is fairly accurate.
Spending every waking hour with someone for more than a few days, in this case ten days, is difficult for me. But its good practice.
I really like Europe. It felt a lot less anxious and less stressful than the US. It appears that Europeans are more relaxed and that people are more interested in living their lives than becoming a product. In the States, it seems like many people are about their "project", what they are "doing" with themselves. In Europe, it felt that people were more interested in life and the interaction with each other. Yes, the people I met have their projects too, but simply enjoying life, eating, conversing, etc. is valued as well. Maybe the grass just looks greener on the other side?
There are a few things I appreciate about the Bay Area though: the air quality is better, there is less invasive cigarette smoke, and recycling is compulsive.
I'm not a big fan of French food, but I like Spanish food, especially Pinchos with Txakoli (ok it's really Spanish Basque- but still in Spain). Muy yum!
pictures:
1. in front of the museum (Burt and Ernie go to Valencia?)
2. A DNA sculpture in the museum
Although I took a near 500 pictures, there were at least 250 more that I wished I had taken- My desire to document a moment maybe considered a form of madness?
I did not take notes as I promised myself I would before I left. In fact, I hardly wrote anything at all and to reconstruct this whole trip will be have to be based on memory. It's a good thing that my memory is fairly accurate.
Spending every waking hour with someone for more than a few days, in this case ten days, is difficult for me. But its good practice.
I really like Europe. It felt a lot less anxious and less stressful than the US. It appears that Europeans are more relaxed and that people are more interested in living their lives than becoming a product. In the States, it seems like many people are about their "project", what they are "doing" with themselves. In Europe, it felt that people were more interested in life and the interaction with each other. Yes, the people I met have their projects too, but simply enjoying life, eating, conversing, etc. is valued as well. Maybe the grass just looks greener on the other side?
There are a few things I appreciate about the Bay Area though: the air quality is better, there is less invasive cigarette smoke, and recycling is compulsive.
I'm not a big fan of French food, but I like Spanish food, especially Pinchos with Txakoli (ok it's really Spanish Basque- but still in Spain). Muy yum!
pictures:
1. in front of the museum (Burt and Ernie go to Valencia?)
2. A DNA sculpture in the museum
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
bagatelle
"I read Proust in my room while eating marzipan." - Walter Benjamin Moscow Diaries
held. Architect: Santiago Calatrava
Artichoke field a few blocks from our hotel-
I'm back. Its quite unreal to be at work after the ten days that I lived through. The highlights include meeting some pretty curious people and wandering around Paris' streets.
I read a whole book on mosses on the plane ride overseas. I lost Thursday to traveling. After stopping in Charles deGaulle International Airport, and having a peccadillo with some airline transfering; flying in a hot, crowded plane with a screaming kid, we finally arrived in Valencia at the expected time. We were exhausted in in need of a shower. Friday evening was spent watching the performances of Jason Kahn and Daniel Menche. Afterwards, the four of us had dinner at a little local diner around the corner of our hotel. Then Daniel, Mic and I wandered around the area of our hotel to stumble upon an artichoke field, listening to bats.
held. Architect: Santiago Calatrava
Artichoke field a few blocks from our hotel-
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Gyrovague
In nomine Domini incipit omne malum.
... "It is very rare to meet a free spirit. And if there are some, it is not in the books. When one writes, one mysteriously carries chains. But it happens that someone liberates himself during an intimate conversation, where he takes a distance from his usual convictions. One is only free together with his doubts and his weaknesses - and heretic compared to oneself."... - E. M. Cioran from Notebooks
I'll never promise you a(n) imp rose.
I'm going to Spain to see this: http://www.observatori.com/
Will be back with lots of pictures and notes!
... "It is very rare to meet a free spirit. And if there are some, it is not in the books. When one writes, one mysteriously carries chains. But it happens that someone liberates himself during an intimate conversation, where he takes a distance from his usual convictions. One is only free together with his doubts and his weaknesses - and heretic compared to oneself."... - E. M. Cioran from Notebooks
I'll never promise you a(n) imp rose.
I'm going to Spain to see this: http://www.observatori.com/
Will be back with lots of pictures and notes!
Monday, May 01, 2006
side real
"He writes only because he reads, and he reads only because there are these authors to read time and again. He 'owes' them something or, perhaps, everything, if only because he could not write without them: their writing exists as the precondition of his own…" Judith Butler on Jacques Derrida (London Review of Books)
This is something I read and took note of while spending time in a small town I had never been to and am unlikely to return.
My ongoing dilemma- how to balance the reading life- which is one of removal: silence & solitude, with life which based on immersion? Do I participate in the action, or am I a witness?
But in the meantime, while I excogitate upon that- here are some delightful scenes of a garden tour I took yesterday (Sunday)-
This is something I read and took note of while spending time in a small town I had never been to and am unlikely to return.
My ongoing dilemma- how to balance the reading life- which is one of removal: silence & solitude, with life which based on immersion? Do I participate in the action, or am I a witness?
But in the meantime, while I excogitate upon that- here are some delightful scenes of a garden tour I took yesterday (Sunday)-
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
4-22
How I spent my birthday: (4-22)
Slept in, then had a very late brunch at my favourite brunch place- La Note in Berkeley.
Usually I have an egg dish, this time I opted for the Nicoise Salad. Mic had a Toasted Brioche soaked in lavender and honey. Incredibly tasty.
Since it was Cal Day, that is open house for UC Berkeley- we checked out some Museums which as are not usually open to the public- I especially enjoyed the Museum of Vertebrate Zoology. I saw live reptiles and little mammals.
Later, we headed into San Francisco and had dinner, wandered around a bit then caught a Japanese film playing in the International Film Festival- The Glamorous Life of Sachiko Hanai. Talk about a wacked out film- it straddles the genres of cutting political criticism (on American's Foreign Policy) and J soft-porn. Quite frankly, I'm squeamish about sex scenes (no good reason except I'm shy or something) so I was overloaded with all the sex scenes, which I knew about, but for some reason it didn't stick in my head when I chose to see the film. I guess I was more taken in by the crazy plot line and the political content. I don't regret seeing it, but I did claim afterwards, " I don't think I'll have sex again", which my boyfriend concurred and the man sitting next to him (which shared our contraband bottle of vodka) exclaimed: "I'm staying gay!"
Anyway- read the reviews- I can never explain this crazy film.
http://www.twitchfilm.net/archives/005457.html
http://fest06.sffs.org/films/film_details.php?id=35
Slept in, then had a very late brunch at my favourite brunch place- La Note in Berkeley.
Usually I have an egg dish, this time I opted for the Nicoise Salad. Mic had a Toasted Brioche soaked in lavender and honey. Incredibly tasty.
Since it was Cal Day, that is open house for UC Berkeley- we checked out some Museums which as are not usually open to the public- I especially enjoyed the Museum of Vertebrate Zoology. I saw live reptiles and little mammals.
Later, we headed into San Francisco and had dinner, wandered around a bit then caught a Japanese film playing in the International Film Festival- The Glamorous Life of Sachiko Hanai. Talk about a wacked out film- it straddles the genres of cutting political criticism (on American's Foreign Policy) and J soft-porn. Quite frankly, I'm squeamish about sex scenes (no good reason except I'm shy or something) so I was overloaded with all the sex scenes, which I knew about, but for some reason it didn't stick in my head when I chose to see the film. I guess I was more taken in by the crazy plot line and the political content. I don't regret seeing it, but I did claim afterwards, " I don't think I'll have sex again", which my boyfriend concurred and the man sitting next to him (which shared our contraband bottle of vodka) exclaimed: "I'm staying gay!"
Anyway- read the reviews- I can never explain this crazy film.
http://www.twitchfilm.net/archives/005457.html
http://fest06.sffs.org/films/film_details.php?id=35
Thursday, April 20, 2006
amphigory
"Even though almost everything that happens in this world provokes our anger and disgust, we are nevertheless more and more able to find it amusing. Life around us is arranged so as to be moved by absurd forces and tends unconsciously to satisfy its true needs." from Potlatch #20, 30 May 1955
A vernal sentence:
In spring, trees leaf into action.
In life, I would like to remember to take more exact notes. I would like to focus on a technique I call photonotes, that is, writing down accurately all the impressions and associations of a particular moment. I will utilize this practice when traveling.
A vernal sentence:
In spring, trees leaf into action.
In life, I would like to remember to take more exact notes. I would like to focus on a technique I call photonotes, that is, writing down accurately all the impressions and associations of a particular moment. I will utilize this practice when traveling.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
anabiosis
I have been here, at work, since 8 AM this Saturday morning. But soon I will return to my daily posts of delightful reading extractions, carefully manuf(r)actured sentences, weird word welds, and other ephemera.
In the meantime, read this blog and get mad about our (or lack of) foreign policy
Or, read this article and this article about more depressing global warming issues
Or read about a cool country I've been to
or look at this photo I took in this country
or read this little slip stream poem-
from reading Blanchot:
"obliberate the reader"
O liberate the reader
O literate reader
Illiterate reader
I lit the right leader...
In the meantime, read this blog and get mad about our (or lack of) foreign policy
Or, read this article and this article about more depressing global warming issues
Or read about a cool country I've been to
or look at this photo I took in this country
or read this little slip stream poem-
from reading Blanchot:
"obliberate the reader"
O liberate the reader
O literate reader
Illiterate reader
I lit the right leader...
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Rehoboam
"I sought, this time, to approach him. I mean I tried to make him understand that, although I was there, still I couldn't go any further, and that I, in turn, had exhausted my resources. The truth was that for a long time now I had felt I was at the end of my strength."
-Maurice Blanchot The One Who was Standing Apart from Me
Slip stream poems-
(poems which one takes a phrase, usually found during reading, consisting of three to seven words, and alters it word by word until possibilities are exhausted or that the "poet" gets bored.)
Here's the first experiment- from several years ago (from ca. 1996)
"alone in the womb"
You tear us
You tell us
I tell us
I say us
I say late ~r.
Another one tomorrow-
-Maurice Blanchot The One Who was Standing Apart from Me
Slip stream poems-
(poems which one takes a phrase, usually found during reading, consisting of three to seven words, and alters it word by word until possibilities are exhausted or that the "poet" gets bored.)
Here's the first experiment- from several years ago (from ca. 1996)
"alone in the womb"
You tear us
You tell us
I tell us
I say us
I say late ~r.
Another one tomorrow-
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
4/04/04
The story of 4/04/04, no memorable event happened that day- nothing I did was unusual. It was all about feeling, but it's hard to express that without sounding like some sort of nutjob, but I'll try…..
taken from an entry written that day:
"Today I am walking from CC's warehouse to the 16th St./Mission BART station, I had an amazing realization that everything is as it should be, that is everything is right at this moment. And this is the point for which I've been waiting to arrive. I felt an in credible happiness. Strange conversions have happened and have been revealed to me which have proven that this is true for this moment.
When I came home after feeling this awareness, feeling completely present to this moment's perfection, I had a message from Matthew ( a friend of K's and my former roommates, who he was trying to get a hold of) I called him back on the number he left, and had to leave another message. Then I called J- my ex-boyfriend and now friend, to tell him how happy I felt on this particular day. And to let him now how much I had appreciated the relationship we had, and that I would always love him, no matter where our lives went. During this conversation, Matthew had called me back; unaware I had left him a message. So I returned his call.
Matthew and I had a great conversation; we were of the same mindset on this day. We marveled at our concurrence, for he too had called his ex-girlfriend and had a similar conversation. (The only other time I had met Matthew was at a party, the night of the BIG TERRIBLE breakup with Aa- another story another time) We agreed that in the future, we should go smell flowers together. (I never spoke to Matthew since. I believe that sometimes people are markers- or bookends in one's life. Their arrival in your life is a beginning of something and their departure is a closing. There have been a few people that have played this role in my life- more on this later.)
So on this day I came to the extensive appreciation of all the events that preceded this day and contributed to what was this moment now. I felt an acceptance of my relationship with CC and acceptance of him. I decided to feel happy to just be with him and to let go of expectations from him and everyone else."
*** Funny after note- the next weekend I wrote: weekend of 4/11-
"As for this weekend with CC- he was irritable and moody. I cried a little- he tried to be nicer. I realized that as much as I feel for him, it will never be an easy relationship. He showed me some moments of tenderness, but in so many ways I an uncertain of how he feels about me. I guess it doesn't matter.
So now, 2 years later, how do I feel on 4/05/06?
I will always carry that day's joy within me. You can't make someone love you, but if they do, it’s the most amazing gift anyone can give you; nurture it and help it grow. Now, apart from work being too hectic, this will only last a few more weeks anyway; there are a number of things I look forward to doing and to feeling.
Thank you for your gift…..
taken from an entry written that day:
"Today I am walking from CC's warehouse to the 16th St./Mission BART station, I had an amazing realization that everything is as it should be, that is everything is right at this moment. And this is the point for which I've been waiting to arrive. I felt an in credible happiness. Strange conversions have happened and have been revealed to me which have proven that this is true for this moment.
When I came home after feeling this awareness, feeling completely present to this moment's perfection, I had a message from Matthew ( a friend of K's and my former roommates, who he was trying to get a hold of) I called him back on the number he left, and had to leave another message. Then I called J- my ex-boyfriend and now friend, to tell him how happy I felt on this particular day. And to let him now how much I had appreciated the relationship we had, and that I would always love him, no matter where our lives went. During this conversation, Matthew had called me back; unaware I had left him a message. So I returned his call.
Matthew and I had a great conversation; we were of the same mindset on this day. We marveled at our concurrence, for he too had called his ex-girlfriend and had a similar conversation. (The only other time I had met Matthew was at a party, the night of the BIG TERRIBLE breakup with Aa- another story another time) We agreed that in the future, we should go smell flowers together. (I never spoke to Matthew since. I believe that sometimes people are markers- or bookends in one's life. Their arrival in your life is a beginning of something and their departure is a closing. There have been a few people that have played this role in my life- more on this later.)
So on this day I came to the extensive appreciation of all the events that preceded this day and contributed to what was this moment now. I felt an acceptance of my relationship with CC and acceptance of him. I decided to feel happy to just be with him and to let go of expectations from him and everyone else."
*** Funny after note- the next weekend I wrote: weekend of 4/11-
"As for this weekend with CC- he was irritable and moody. I cried a little- he tried to be nicer. I realized that as much as I feel for him, it will never be an easy relationship. He showed me some moments of tenderness, but in so many ways I an uncertain of how he feels about me. I guess it doesn't matter.
So now, 2 years later, how do I feel on 4/05/06?
I will always carry that day's joy within me. You can't make someone love you, but if they do, it’s the most amazing gift anyone can give you; nurture it and help it grow. Now, apart from work being too hectic, this will only last a few more weeks anyway; there are a number of things I look forward to doing and to feeling.
Thank you for your gift…..
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
eustasy
"One who says atheology also says vacancy of the self – of the self whose vacancy is experienced in a consciousness that, since it is not in any way this self, is in itself its vacancy. " -Pierre Klossowski Of the Simulacrum in Georges Bataille's Communication
The above quote makes me laugh. If you start reading an essay, and that is the second line- watch out!!
another duodecimal poem:
use buildings
to magnify
horizontal space
If you really want to get depressed, as if thinking about global warming wasn't enough- visit my friend, David's site: http://www.well.com/~davidu/extinction.html
4/04/04- I remember very clearly; and I remember being very happy- one of those amazingly joyous days-
more later......
The above quote makes me laugh. If you start reading an essay, and that is the second line- watch out!!
another duodecimal poem:
use buildings
to magnify
horizontal space
If you really want to get depressed, as if thinking about global warming wasn't enough- visit my friend, David's site: http://www.well.com/~davidu/extinction.html
4/04/04- I remember very clearly; and I remember being very happy- one of those amazingly joyous days-
more later......
Friday, March 31, 2006
stereospondyl
"Putting to death of the king by the nation is then only the final phase of the process whose first phase is the putting to death of God by the revolt of the libertine great lord. The execution of the king thus becomes the simulacrum of the putting to death of God."- Pierre Klossowski Sade my Neighbor
How I spend some of my Sundays- photo courtesy of Mic Gendreau
How I spend some of my Sundays- photo courtesy of Mic Gendreau
Anyway......
When work gets you down, you just need a stiff cock-tail
Here are some cocktail articles I've enjoyed the past few months-bottoms up!
So you want a fancy drink in the East Bay?
http://www.eastbayexpress.com/Issues/2006-03-22/dining/food.html
What happens when you mix whiskey and chartreuse? Don't know, I'll tell you on Monday.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/03/16/WIG1PHO6EO1.DTL&hw=chartreuse&sn=001&sc=1000
Fancy special cocktails.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/03/02/WIG7LHEFNL1.DTL&hw=cocktails&sn=003&sc=983
Really expensive fancy special cocktails.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/08/18/WIGDEE8P9R1.DTL&hw=armagnac&sn=005&sc=153
And Mojitos
http://www.sfbg.com/39/10/x_bottle_rockets.html
Nothing says Sunday like a bloody mary-
http://www.sfbg.com/40/11/bc-bloodytriangle.html
And good old Vodka-
http://www.sfbg.com/39/26/cover_super_vodkas.html
Thursday, March 30, 2006
more clouds ahead
my life this past week:
sleep- 29%
work-48%
listen to my friend analyze his break-up-10%
talk to my boyfriend-4%
and then a few little things one must do to slog through this life (like eating, bathing, negotiating with roommates, etc etc -9%
But I have been thinking of a few things that have been on my mind; and I would like to delve into them once I reclaim my life from work-
1. Global warming- when its on the cover of Time magazine- then you know you can't ignore it any longer.
2. Tango - I like having a music obsession
3. Clouds- they have been spectacular in this horrid weather- its the most amazing abstract painting you'll ever have the luxury of viewing.
4. Turn of the century Vienna- (in general, that time era in Europe- the people, the ideas....)
I'm reading a fairly academic book- Fin de Siecle Vienna- I wish I had been there....
sleep- 29%
work-48%
listen to my friend analyze his break-up-10%
talk to my boyfriend-4%
and then a few little things one must do to slog through this life (like eating, bathing, negotiating with roommates, etc etc -9%
But I have been thinking of a few things that have been on my mind; and I would like to delve into them once I reclaim my life from work-
1. Global warming- when its on the cover of Time magazine- then you know you can't ignore it any longer.
2. Tango - I like having a music obsession
3. Clouds- they have been spectacular in this horrid weather- its the most amazing abstract painting you'll ever have the luxury of viewing.
4. Turn of the century Vienna- (in general, that time era in Europe- the people, the ideas....)
I'm reading a fairly academic book- Fin de Siecle Vienna- I wish I had been there....
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