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waking up in Manila
On the 32nd floor, my new home for the next couple of months, I wake early, jetlagged, and watch the traffic as it makes its slow, hypnotic, inevitable, way forward. Navigating without traffic lights or signs, the colourful “j eepneys” look like stretched out jeeps or extended 1930's gangster cars - except they are silver yellow red,green,gold, open ( Read more... ) -
of airports and arrivals
Though I never spend any real time here, Sydney is my bridge. The start and end point to journeys. A brief respite from seemingly interminable air travel. I've spent so many hours here, in the waiting lounge, out of time, on the way between home and somewhere else.
Heading home, it offers the familiarity of the almost there - a first welcome, ( Read more... ) -
The Personal is Political
No longer New York, but New Zealand. More than two years since my last entry and my return. No longer do water towers and train tracks inform my horizon but trees and ocean. I never want to forget to be grateful for this ( Read more... ) -
having a moment
Life is made up of moments. Warm, mad, sane, moments providing the life ( Read more... ) -
written just before I left
In many ways New York is a self-propagating myth, which supports itself ( Read more... ) -
What's Keira doing right now? She's riding her bike.
What are the police doing when I'm being harassed by a crackhead at 7 in the morning while I'm trying to ring Sharon on a pay phone? Probably eating pork chops ( Read more... ) -
Back home?
I'm back in New York ( Read more... ) -
The Nerve Gas Chamber
I've never really met anyone my own age who has been in the army. Joining up seems like a completely alien thing to do. It was certainly something I'd never have suspected of my room mate Mo, with her adamantly anti military boyfriend and current lifestyle of smoking pot, sleeping all day and looking up black female punk bands on my space. I was ( Read more... ) -
On walking
Today I was going to stay in bed and not get up until it was time to go to work. Turn my face to the wall and write it off as one of those days lost early... but then Kevin came home so excited about the sunny weather that I decided to get up, put some air in my tires and go for a bike ride. So now I'm sitting in Prospect Park (Brooklyns rival to ( Read more... ) -
Some disturbing news has come to light
So I just got an email form my old flatmate Chaz in Glasgow ( Read more... )