I have taken a leaf out of Heyoka's excellent book and posted a series of entries at once to account for my week away. so, if anybody's interested, you'll find a couple of other entries back a page.
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Dream: I am in the States with Andrea when we bump into Moby, whom I mistake for Kid606. At one point, I tell Moby this to his face, though he doesn't seem to mind (after all, this is a compliment to Moby!). Then, Andrea invites us back to her room for 'a nap', although it is not clear whether she is talking to Moby or to me or to both of us. Once there, Andrea puts on a nightdress and a pair of swimming goggles and we all get into bed, at which point I wake up, too uncomfortable to want to know anymore...
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After watching the second half of the extraordinary I Heart Huckabees, around three days after the first half, I take an invigorating walk, alone, around the city centre as businesses are closing for the day. It reminds me of the regular early-evening constitutionals I used to take after long days reading heavy French theory when I was working for my PhD. There's an awful lot of energy around at this time of day: despite the fatigue that people carry with them after a day's work, there is a renewed sense of freedom and possibility about a city as work kicks out and evening begins to fall. I'm reminded, too, of all those Jean-Luc Godard movies from the 1980s with planes and trains and cars and bikes shooting off in all directions at once like the vectors of our teeming cosmos. I feel like a king, out here, in this.
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Dream: I am in the States with Andrea when we bump into Moby, whom I mistake for Kid606. At one point, I tell Moby this to his face, though he doesn't seem to mind (after all, this is a compliment to Moby!). Then, Andrea invites us back to her room for 'a nap', although it is not clear whether she is talking to Moby or to me or to both of us. Once there, Andrea puts on a nightdress and a pair of swimming goggles and we all get into bed, at which point I wake up, too uncomfortable to want to know anymore...
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After watching the second half of the extraordinary I Heart Huckabees, around three days after the first half, I take an invigorating walk, alone, around the city centre as businesses are closing for the day. It reminds me of the regular early-evening constitutionals I used to take after long days reading heavy French theory when I was working for my PhD. There's an awful lot of energy around at this time of day: despite the fatigue that people carry with them after a day's work, there is a renewed sense of freedom and possibility about a city as work kicks out and evening begins to fall. I'm reminded, too, of all those Jean-Luc Godard movies from the 1980s with planes and trains and cars and bikes shooting off in all directions at once like the vectors of our teeming cosmos. I feel like a king, out here, in this.
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On the light side, I have averted this crisis by taking another one in the form of snatching an abandoned kitten off of my street. Somebody threw this cat out on my block. I've already got a member interested in adoption. This cat is SO cute. Boy will roommates be thrilled when they find her in the bathroom.
Oh anyway, I tend to keep my profiles barren under the assumption no one reads them. Should I fill it in?