i don't even know how long i've been back in this country. my days on this road to reentry to a life that is a changing has been lovely. and long. and i need a massage to help my neck and the knots your and everyone else’s couches have given me.
so just now i'm sitting on the plane. man wielding calculator on my right. type typing he is though i've spent 30 minutes trying to figure out what he’s figuring and i can’t imagine. currently at 451.
this most recent travel has taken me from fairfield for i think a MONTH, bikes with eric, libraries with cole, vanessa, selling textiles and hearing punk rock in basements. pumpkins, bonfires and summertime, fall and cold air, then portland. met up with roommate annie (yes annie and ayni), hit up several empty houses, a birthday party, jenny and mike’s, trilby time, slept on lucas’ couch surrounded by action figures, awoke at 5 am to grab a plane to long beach, got scooped by elizabeth, drove to del mar, met my then future step-family, drank margs in encinitas with dimick’s. surfed with my dad, ran with dogs on the beach, was the oldest person in the bar? had seriously indulgent hotel time (yes to hotel parisi), donned a dress, read a poem, felt the most true sense of happiness ever for my father and his now wife’s most beautiful wedding. words cannot describe. danced the night away with the friends that make up my family. seriously rocked out with my mother. bbq’d, zooed, played with kids in the waves, played with boys in leucadia, took a train to LA, was a MAVERICK at Risk, barely left silverlake, walked, ate amazing tamales, hit up cheetah’s with zach++, sunday mornings at jesse’s, ladies time at jeni’s, read books cuddled and got my kid time with clea and moni, found my nani, sat in LAX for hours, now here. with the calculator. having slight dejavu and moving NW.
so ill spend the next few days driving back across this country. if you’re in boulder, boise, or portland lets go for a walk or a drink and play.
also, somehow roped into planning 10 year high school reunion hrm. luckily im seeing so many people in so many places ive had a chance to ask what people want. suggestions? requests? just let my mobile office AKA gmail know.
some things i noticed along this way:
fan of dr. dog. addicted to hall and oates. really enjoy tile combos.
find myself invariably making your couch seem like home by downloading mad men, wrapping in sarong, and taking really long showers. yes - i am the increase in your water bill. also walks. with so many cities in so few weeks i start to forget that the flavor of where i am is drastically different than the place i've just been before.
my sister has a lovely new tattoo.
three really deep breaths gets rid of those little butterflies that pop up when flights get canceled, moving men don’t show up, beds are lost or you meet the right person at the wrong time.
i speak to myself in indonesian.
Tiffany Bozic’s show at Fecal Face Gallery opened a few days ago. If you’re in San Fran you should check it.
there are so many people in airports, on trains, waiting for buses i hear talking that are actually voting for McCain. Please dont forget to vote, please vote early if its an option for you, and please remind others - AKA your conservative grandparents - why this election is so important for America. and please dont give me any of that passive bullshit about how it doesn't matter either way.
um seems as though i cant find my 401K. helloooooo? heeeeelllllo?
i officially have some wrinkles.
there is flat WATER that comes in a can and i am currently drinking it.
i have incredible friends. and they are developing, producing, and contributing to amazing things. it makes me proud and my heart flutter a little at their talent and happiness.
Eko Nugroho has a new show up: 'MultiCrisis is Delicious' at the Semarang Gallery
i think about calling kayla barnes every single day.
i have yellow shoes and some form of ADD. i daydream daily about a room with a door and a book and a whole day of not leaving.
http://www.boxdoodle.com/ this is fun.
The part of being in America where I really start to miss Bali has kicked in. It doesn't mean I don't want to be here but i crave a hoodie and bare feet, hand on lower back, guitar strumming, boys laughing, kids playing and my beach. that water. those waves. i miss tania’s and ian’s and robin’s and noel’s. i want riam and suzi time, zion time, thor time and bodhi. i want dance parties at Home and motorcycle rides past sawa. im figuring out slowly how to make a dream of both countries each year a reality.
our porch
for the meantime is grad school applications, new priorities and settling in. well at least it will be after this next road trip. please come visit in portland because i don't want to go anywhere for awhile.
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