So much to do that suddenly seems inconsequential, though I am sure I'm wrong on this point. Suddenly the creativity seems less important than continued study and the broadening of my knowledge base. So much to know, of which I am genuinely interested. Began reading, for fun, Saïd's book on cultural imperialism, soooo eye opening, when you think ( Read more... )

The energy of this home and that home is an entirely different experience. It's shocking when trying to stay conscious becomes so difficult and those undesireable parts of yourself are on the rise, your own private army ( Read more... )

I just love writing about me as a means of relaxation, though I should be studying for my Spanish exam tomorrow...oh well ( Read more... )

Tonight: first night at Jaya's. Smelled of incense at the opening of the door. I was surprised when M, who drove me there, didn't knock, but just walked into this woman's house. I instantly perceived the openness, and my mental knee jerks at this openness, my inner teenager balks, the regressopm aparent the way I hold myself. There's people there ( Read more... )

I love it, exhilirating, moment-capturing, rhythmic. Makes you notice, especially if you go slow, your two feet like extra heart beats. I love it at dusk, especially now, it smells like Christmas, and the mountains were reflecting the sky. I ran down to the harbour. That jangle sound of the cables against the masts creates such a nostalgic feeling ( Read more... )

I wish I wanted to eat more salad in the winter. There's this restaurant near my house called The Naam, one of my favourite haunts, filled with absolutely delectable, all veggie, totally decadent, totally yummy food. I am craving Naam-ness, with a huge glass of carrot juice ( Read more... )

Mmmmm good Snapea Crisps. I am eating them right now for breakfast ( Read more... )

The ABCs of me! Stolen from ( Read more... )

Yikes. That's all I can say. I've met some super LA types, they probe you like you're on a job interview. They don't believe in silence, or pauses. There is no breath of fresh air for them, but at least it's amusing ( Read more... )

Hola from the land of dryness, from the land of rapid fire Spanish and BMWs, from a valley spread so wide it can barely be contained in your whole eye even while you stand above it on Mullholland trying to take it all in ( Read more... )