loving neglect
that seems to be my general policy... let things take care of themselves and they'll flourish like weeds. works with the siamese fighters, anyway!
it's been too long, and with too many stretches of boring in between. we moved, we're staying at pensie (weird to be around my crowded memory streets from childhood), and all our stuff is in storage. the guy there who set me up with the space we're renting is called 'Pan'. as in the god. so random and wonderful :)
i had green tea with ali today, in my paupered state still trying to cling to some shreds of dignity. it's cutting pretty bad at the moment, everything is expensive, but at least we're not paying rent. although there was a lot of confusion about that, so we DID end up paying another 400 (nearly), but some of that is owed back by nessa, and a lot by warren.
i really need a job.
on the other hand i have been having dreams about typewriters, and thinking about writing, turning some chapters into an article or two and having some interesting other things to say too. conversation with ali is great, very stimulating, and i'm over my intellectual break now. i want to sink my teeth into some research again! and do some more artsy stuff too. we're thinking of maybe approaching kinokuniya and seeing what the deal is with putting some stuff up in their little miny gallery, whether they sponsor it or what. because THAT would be COOL. so, lots of big plans.
the lack of a house is getting to me, because it throws everything into this weird limbo state. even though we're welcome at so many houses, i don't have my own space exactly. though i have grown very sentimentally attached to my backpack as a result, which seems tardis-like in its capacity. i think i could probably get used to it, if it was a consious decision. it's like when i get all thingy about eating meat (which can make me feel really sick), or dairy (ditto) and think i should be a veggo for the sake of a) finances, b) health/comfort, and c) to be a moral, upstanding citizen. or something. and switching to green energy when we get a new place. i think in only slightly different circumstances i could ahve been a total hippie. maybe it's not too late! :P
argh me and nessa are both going to turn into the kind of mums that embarass their children :)
i can't imagine what it will be like if she moves to the states. i will miss her so much - i miss her heaps just now, and we're sitll in the same city and everything. silly fiona.
ANYWAY. this is random. at some point i am going to publish some poetry on here, in a slightly different format (italics, for example), just so i know they're where, theoretically at least, other people can read them.
night night
it's been too long, and with too many stretches of boring in between. we moved, we're staying at pensie (weird to be around my crowded memory streets from childhood), and all our stuff is in storage. the guy there who set me up with the space we're renting is called 'Pan'. as in the god. so random and wonderful :)
i had green tea with ali today, in my paupered state still trying to cling to some shreds of dignity. it's cutting pretty bad at the moment, everything is expensive, but at least we're not paying rent. although there was a lot of confusion about that, so we DID end up paying another 400 (nearly), but some of that is owed back by nessa, and a lot by warren.
i really need a job.
on the other hand i have been having dreams about typewriters, and thinking about writing, turning some chapters into an article or two and having some interesting other things to say too. conversation with ali is great, very stimulating, and i'm over my intellectual break now. i want to sink my teeth into some research again! and do some more artsy stuff too. we're thinking of maybe approaching kinokuniya and seeing what the deal is with putting some stuff up in their little miny gallery, whether they sponsor it or what. because THAT would be COOL. so, lots of big plans.
the lack of a house is getting to me, because it throws everything into this weird limbo state. even though we're welcome at so many houses, i don't have my own space exactly. though i have grown very sentimentally attached to my backpack as a result, which seems tardis-like in its capacity. i think i could probably get used to it, if it was a consious decision. it's like when i get all thingy about eating meat (which can make me feel really sick), or dairy (ditto) and think i should be a veggo for the sake of a) finances, b) health/comfort, and c) to be a moral, upstanding citizen. or something. and switching to green energy when we get a new place. i think in only slightly different circumstances i could ahve been a total hippie. maybe it's not too late! :P
argh me and nessa are both going to turn into the kind of mums that embarass their children :)
i can't imagine what it will be like if she moves to the states. i will miss her so much - i miss her heaps just now, and we're sitll in the same city and everything. silly fiona.
ANYWAY. this is random. at some point i am going to publish some poetry on here, in a slightly different format (italics, for example), just so i know they're where, theoretically at least, other people can read them.
night night
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