it is late the last night in sydney and I am keeping myself awake so I am tired on the plane ( Read more... )

alone and with nina I take a sequence of pleasant little journies ( Read more... )

two more days here and I am feeling relieved and sentimental. Back to me and my backpack, hurrah! as more obvious signs of my teacher's masogony seap in to me and conversation runs dry with aquiantences, I am ready to bolt. But in the comfort of this routine, quiet class time and crowding in the kitchen around bread in the oven and hands in soay ( Read more... )

community community, not here for long enough to really establish understanding, but long enough for rythms. two weeks, six hours a day of class, 4 one and a half hour chunks. eat. learn. tea. learn. eat. learn. tea. learn. eat. in the evening the eco-macho permaculture dudes make bread and cookies and chai and cultured milk, sometimes soaked ( Read more... )

I leave for Australia tomorrow ( Read more... )

I am looking at the landscape, fascinated by the weather. On the ride down the south island it got colder and colder, windy rainstorms across hills that dwarfed the ones up north, flat feilds covered with red-purple and grey-tan grasses. I shivered even inside the bus. Once I ferried to the south island, it was warm again- at least in the ( Read more... )

It feels less and less urgent to write in this, perhaps its time is ending, or just pausing. I have been home for a little over a week, now, and I leave for new zealand the day after tomorrow ( Read more... )

the campus is empty, my studio is empty, my house is a full blizzard, I keep finding things to put in the tewksbury basement, our fridge is filled with feitler vegetables, Emma and I are making up for the lost time of our busy semester. she is a very good friend ( Read more... )

I am sitting on the windowsill in my studio for one last night ( Read more... )

cleaning up went quickly ( Read more... )