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Wednesday, April 16th, 2008
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11:07 am - Whitehot article - April
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| Tuesday, February 19th, 2008
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10:45 am - A Monday
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| Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
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1:35 pm - Whitehot Article - February
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| Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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12:40 pm - Unfaithful
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This is my confession that I have been unfaithful to my Live Journal..
Other school-related projects have led me astray, causing me to open up an account at both Blogger and with Word Press. That makes me not a two-timer but a three-timer!
They are both blogs about artists; one is a Finnish artist named Kaarina Kaikkonen and the other is French, Anne Laplantine.
Anyway, here are the links, but the texts are all in French soooo..
well, anyway, here they are:
http://cataloguevirtuel.blogspot.com/
http://cg.000webhost.info/
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| Tuesday, December 4th, 2007
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7:12 am - Whitehot Article- November
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| Monday, October 22nd, 2007
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2:42 pm - trackbacking
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Paris..
time to begin again, the whole painful process of moving in, and around and about. As Mondays are the days I have no class, have decided to go back and post old stuff every week, mainly to remind myself that writing is a thread I haven't entirely dropped.
I'll also link to some recent work for a website I've been working for, Whitehot.
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| Thursday, April 19th, 2007
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12:06 pm - A Lyon V
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Bus towards Hotel de Ville
I've had this terribly cheesy song in my head all morning- it's some kind of 80's ballad with heavy synths and everything, but I don't remember how the 'hook' goes, all I can seem to remember is the part where the singer says, 'When you love someone.. really love someone..'
Anyway, we're leaving for Marseille tomorrow.. I'm a bit nervous as the friends we're staying with are not that close to me and when space is limited things can get akward. I'm going to the Part Dieu right now to meet L. Almost there..
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| Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
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11:49 am - A Lyon IV
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Coffee in a non-café, it's an indoor market, although I am sitting out on the street- which is fine for the mood I'm in, one where I'd rather observe than be observed.
I've got stuff to make a sandwich in my bag, which I thought I'd take down to the river (the Saone) near where I had lunch with L.
Today is quite cool with gusts of wind every now and then. Those fuzzy beige tree sperms are floating everywhere, and the sun is going down.
Somewhere there is a baby crying.
I walked a lot again today but mostly wandered, contemplating what it is to be here, for long enough so that it becomes familiar but knowing I won't stay.
Two girls have just raced by, wearing matching glimmering peach blouses. .
I wonder what it's like to be nomadic, like desert people supposedly are and travelling salesmen.
Does this type of existence presuppose that I've got no ties anywhere, to anyone, or some past I'm trying to leave behind? Or is there an in-between somehow?
I'm thinking in particular of A. who is supposedly living in France, and who had (it's been said) disappeared in Asia for almost a year, telling no one where he was specifically or what he was doing. What did he find?
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| Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
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2:23 pm - A Lyon III
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It's lunchtime now, Tuesday afternoon. Suddenly the streets are full of lycéens, people on their lunch hour.
I was trying to listen to the conversation of the people at the table next to me, but I keep spacing out.. two girls, rather young, and an older-looking guy. If I'm not mistaken he was sitting alone and asked to join them, and the conversation rests at a rather surface level.
In Lyon, in Lyon, in Lyon, in Lyon, in Lyon...
people are larger, buildings painted in light, mediterranean colors (beige, terra-cotta, etc.) the coffee is cheaper, there are two rivers, lunch hour lasts longer..
O.k. so apparently the guy knows them, (the two girls) and now there is a blonde who seems much closer to the guy's age. She is showing off her new Italian sandals. The blonde seems to be one of the girls' sister, "affirme-toi," she says. It must be nice to have older siblings..
Again I am sketching out the day, this time I'll go to the organic shop and it'll be open, there will be tofu tonight and other things.. when it cools down I'll go for a walk, later on the laundry..
The guy in front of me is on a "working lunch." He's eating some kind of complicated salad, a beer, and reading a book on Australia. A travel agent or guide, no doubt. The older guy with his fragrant cigarettes to my right is gone.
Jardin des Plantes
The sun went away for a minute, so I might have gone the rest of the way up but I just stood here in the park. The older couple who were discussing something intently went away, and now there is just the "redhead" sitting over to my right (if I'm lying on my stomach, to my left if I'm sitting facing the monastery). she was alone until the white hoodie guy came up and broke her solitude by giving her a flower. Lucky for me I was wearing my sunglasses when "romeo" came marching down the hill. Lucky for her he's not the insistent type, either, as he's now gone.
It's funny how nice weather brings out the cliché nature of all things and situations.
The girl in the black dress with the promising-looking box smiles at me, the pigeons are marching up the hill, the "redhead" is still alone (for now). Think I'll do the laundry.
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| Friday, April 13th, 2007
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2:55 pm - A Lyon II
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Stop. In the jardin des plantes.
Here there is shade punctuated by bright patches of sun pools. I happen to be sitting in one and am quickly overheating.
I find it strange to see the same people again and again. For example, there is that woman with the crutches again. Like yesterday, she is alone.
I guess I am not too sure what I am going to do with myself today. So far I have only foreseen a few microevents like:
sit in that one café, go to the organic shop then make dinner.
Apparently I'm not the only one in this town to recognize people.. car roars by, then "eh pote, ça va?" the passenger says, hanging out the window to some guy crossing the street.
In the distance is the sound of machinery, there is a woman sweeping the sidewalk.
Earlier someone walking on a scaffolding overhead as I was walking into the papeterie said this:
"Mademoiselle, vous avez perdu quelque chose..
votre sourire."
Now the night is here.
There is that noise that sounds like a truck but isn't. The cars on the street are present, but just barely, like that gnawing in my stomach. He is painting on a cardboard next to me, so we are both making scratching noises, though they are not quite animalistic.
This afternoon went rather smoothly (though I say this half-kiddingly since I don't really make 'plans for the day' as much as sketches) except for when I locked myself out of my cell phone. This was rather annoying as it prompted a trip to the Part Dieu shopping center and so..
well I am thinking about this article that I read this morning about this journalist taht went into N. Korea and saw that everything in their country is set up for visitors, like for example the metro system that only runs when outsiders are present, or the flower vendor who pops up out nowhere to sell a bouquet of flowers, etc. Aside from this being extraordinarily creepy, it also seems so overwhelmingly useless, since I'm sure a lot of North Koreans might enjoy using the metro, the library, etc.
The writer of the article referred to the country as "one big masterpiece," or something like that. I'm not so inclined to agree, as it seems like far too much power for one person to have, and especially if the that power is used to create one huge movie soundstage.
But I'm afraid I don't really know enough about North Korea to really be able to say..
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| Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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8:20 pm - A Lyon I
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Having inserted these pages in the spot in my datebook which corresponds with the correct date; the 12th of April, I can write what I please without feeling as if I am inscribing my words into the annals of eternity, to define this day for ever and always. No, instead I am just jotting, a word which is a lot like jogging, which falls somewhere in between walking and running.
And so I am jotting.
It's not quite scribbling and yet it's not quite "writing" in the very purposeful, writerly kind of way. I am only choosing to express my thoughts using the medium of ink on paper.
So. Lyon.
Trajectories are made in small increments, in either inclications or declinations.. in other words, there are steps. Steps to go up, steps to go down, the steps are made of stone, arved into the Pentes of the Croix Russe years and years ago.. before the Proxi on the corner, before the metro and buses and tiny economical voitures people drive around in a rather reckless fashion.
Later..
In a café now, he said he might come.
Not sure if it's a good idea if he does.
"Les assiettes sont grandes," someone said. My pack of clopes is done, today was cold. The first cold day (read: gloomy) since I arrived. The man with the bright pink duffel bag who was obsessed with the vendange said it was supposed to rain tonight.
I am inadvertently making red rings on the table. Tant pis.
Fed up with  Maybe I am too much in agreement with him sometimes for it to be tolerable. The voyage au bout de la nuit is fucking long. I will probably end up buying another pack.
There is a can of Miettes de Dauphin as decoration to my right. I can't decide if it's a joke or not. It most likely is.
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| Thursday, February 8th, 2007
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10:35 pm - Just finished reading..
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I was so engrossed that I read while walking to work.. and almost stepped in the biggest dog crotte ever.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!
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| Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
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10:03 pm - Cut off
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I'm supposed to working on this dossier (essay) on
-o.k. so now it's the next day and I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open..
My day was mostly spent ricochet-ing around town on trains, buses and my feet to school, to work, to les Halles to check out the seasonal sales (winter clothes, it's been glacial lately) then to the Monoprix to get food for the next few days, which are going to be just as crazy as these past few days have been.
I am looking forward to:
*the new Deerhoof, freshly downloaded today
*sleeping profoundly tonight
*the RER tomorrow
*seeing my Lou on Fri.
*no more classes until March
I wish I could say more but for now it is so absolutely beyond my forces to formulate my thoughts completely, and yet I feel the need to communicate what is going through my head at lightning speed, I am no longer moving but I think my brain is still spinning from all the go, go, go from the past week or so..
It's funny because I'm not necessarily feeling like talking to anyone, more like just being by myself and ruminating..I guess that's what blogs are for.
current mood: fatiguée
current music: Kraftwerk- The Telephone Call (remix)
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| Sunday, January 7th, 2007
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6:33 pm - Traces
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Having left L.A. for the second time in two years has led me act as an archeologist of sorts, searching through my memories and other detrius to make sense out of a past I have quite deliberately disassembled, like the Romans who, long ago, stripped the marble from the surface of the structures that had been built by those who came before, structures they regarded as no longer relevant.
From where I am, L.A. seems so very foreign, a place I left but yet hasn't left me at all.. on a recent dig I found these:
These are just a few of the shots we took while living in Koreatown, walking to the Metro, driving in the hills, etc. I don't know why, but somehow these images are what stay with me when I think of my summer visit- discards, space and shadows, an aesthetic that undermines the typical Hollywood cliché.
And so I'll let my memories become relics, so that I can build anew.
current mood:  moody
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| Sunday, December 31st, 2006
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3:57 pm
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In 2007,  truefaux resolves to... Eat more rainy days.
Go talking three times a week.
Spend more time with my languages.
Give up foreign films.
Lose ten thrift stores by March.
Start a krautrock fund.
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| Saturday, September 17th, 2005
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3:57 am - Chez moi
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So I'm alive and living in the 12 Arr./Bastille right around the corner from the Opéra...
!!!
Unfortunately I busted my digicam a few days before I left for Paris so I can't upload anything right now, but pics are soon to come.
Although these past two weeks have been rough, (searching for a flat, trying to get all of my papers in order, etc.) I am completely enamoured with my surroundings, and will be trying to update as often as possible, although that will be hard since I don't have an internet connection @ my place. Oh well, at least there's free wifi @ the neighborhood MacDonald's..haha.
current mood:  jubilant
current music: Mouse On Mars/Juju
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| Monday, August 1st, 2005
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6:34 pm - Grrrr...
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I am so mad..
I just got pulled over about 3 houses down from where I live, and got my first ticket for a moving violation!
I told him I was leaving the country in a month and of course, he just said that I should go down to the court and they would accommodate me- which probably means I'll have to pay some crazy amount so that I can get out of going to traffic school...
Bloody Hell!!!
I guess there's a first time for everything, boohoo
: (
current mood: annoyed
current music: You Showed Me/The Turtles
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| Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
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12:00 am - And streeetch...
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I'm working on a story about the new Basquiat exhibit at MOCA, and so far..
nothing.
I've been reading a lot about him for the past few days, saw the show on Friday, and still..
nada!
This happens to me every time I attempt to write about art, it's like I get all clogged up from reading about all this conceptual stuff that I can barely grasp since I don't know all that much about art movements, influential painters, etc.
So this is me warming up- I am going to write about what I saw on Friday.
( Friday. )
current mood: frustrated
current music: Bjork/Triumph of a Heart
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| Friday, July 1st, 2005
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6:00 pm - I don't know about that last part..
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| Tuesday, June 14th, 2005
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1:58 pm - Another Ocean Dream
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So last night's dream was very strange. I was at the beach on a semi gloomy day. I sat down on the sand to draw?..write?..I can't really remember. Then when I'd set all of my things down (a backpack) suddenly the tide swelled and started to come towards me. I didn't exactly feel scared but I knew that I had to move so I stood up and then suddenly the sky was green with water and I went under.
When I came up again, I was soaking wet and couldn't find my backpack. There were other people there on the beach looking for their belongings. Then someone came and found me and took me away. I don't remember who it was that found me but I remember being happy that someone was looking for me.
After that I walked several blocks to a friend's?..relative's? house and on the way realized that there were some people that I knew walking ahead of me. I wondered whether I should try to catch up but decided not to. Eventually I lost them and ended up at the house, confused and frustrated. Where was my backpack? Where were my friends? What should I do? Then I woke up.
current mood: mellow
current music: Beck/The Golden Age
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