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Monday, January 31, 2005  

In a hating mood

It definitely looks like I will be pulling an all-nighter. In a way it's a good thing. I might get into a more normal sleeping pattern afterwards.

I am totally overwhelmed by this house painting plan. I hate packing, I hate unpacking. Not only I am supposed to box whatever is lying around the house so that the painters can move the furniture to the middle of the room and cover it before starting their job, but I also have to pack enough clothes to get me through my stay at Cecilia's.
Nicolas came to help me out today. Then Fabian came by. He's coming back tomorrow but I am increasingly leaning towards tipping the painters and leaving the packing to them.

Spoke to Pam. She's choosing the shades of white for my walls. I can't be bothered. She should get back to me tomorrow.

To make matters worse I have a gazillion documents to take care of before tomorrow morning. My lease is up for renewal in a couple of days and I should sign on the dots so carefully pointed at by post-its on the contract that my landlord has left for me to fill. I also have to sign a few other dotted lines on documents my sister has sent me and I should be sending back by tomorrow. I hate paperwork with a passion. A whole lotta passion.

And to make matters much much much worse, ABC had the nerve to broadcast a rerun of Desperate Housewives tonight. Jerks.

So, being in this kind of shitty mood, and against my better judgment I let Nicolas talk me into dying my hair orange. I shall do it tomorrow. Given the way I treat my hair, you could argue that I hate it too.

1:18 AM

Sunday, January 30, 2005  

Just the beginning of a plan

Johanny is back in NY and without Pascale and the baby until March. We decided to keep each other much needed company. So he's game for Tuesday. So is Rommy and another girl from Derek's class, and a few Corean friends of hers. Marc too. And Claudia. And whoever wants to show up and celebrate. Not sure there's a lot to celebrate, but a chance at another day this side of the ground should suffice.

3:33 PM


I hear some people sleep at night. I don't seem to be one of them.
I've been tossing and turning so far. My mind is racing but I am far too tired to get up and do something. Not that there is a lack of things for me to do.

2:46 AM

Life's huge little pleasures

Few things compare to the absolute delight of coming home late at night, taking all your clothes off and sliding naked between clean sheets. Ah! Pure happiness!

Saw Hide and Seek with Melissa today. Although the movie has quite a few loose ends, it's scary enough and I just adore Dakota Fanning. However, I am still waiting for a truly scary movie. They all seem very predictable (yes, even this one) or maybe I've seen too many.

1:03 AM

Saturday, January 29, 2005  

Exploiting my anal friends

In a corner of my living room, hidden behind an extremely hideous recliner chair, all sort of things were found. Bags and bags of unopened letters from the bank, old receipts, pictures, CDs, medical results from labs, backpacks, you name it. Elena was joyously freaking out, throwing out just about anything she laid eyes on, not before reducing it to tiny little pieces (some people are really strict with this whole stolen identity thing). Pilar on the hand was in a state of shock. Miguel found the situation and my mental state amusing. I have come to the conclusion that I am even more laid back than I thought I was. Lets not sweat the little things.

10:35 AM

Friday, January 28, 2005  

Blissful ignorance

Quick take on getting older: nature is wise. You get wrinkles but you lose vision. You stand in front of the mirror, you know they are there creeping on you, but you can't see them. Fuck'em.

Got my first birthday present yesterday: Chardonnay bubble bath!

Boxing party

Boxing as in putting in boxes, not knocking people's teeth out.
I've invited a bunch of friends over tonight and tomorrow to keep me company and hand me the beer while I put away stuff and get the house ready for the painters. Have yet to chose the color though.

1:43 PM

Thursday, January 27, 2005  

Going senile

I think I forgot to have lunch yesterday. Nobody remembers eating with me and I have no recollection of food going through my mouth.
I forgot to eat again today. Too late now. This is what happens when I have a bagel at 10.30 AM.

I am going out with Vivienne tonight. Hope it's not just drinks.

3:29 PM

A wonderful time

The happy hour was great fun. I played darts and won, or so I hear - I am not really sure how it works or how you figure out the points. The crowd was laid back and friendly and I will most definitely be there next week.
Eventually Fabian got caught up and had to cancel dinner so Pilar, Pamen and Carmen ate at a nearby Asian restaurant. By the time we were leaving Fabian called, in a mood for a drink. It sure was early for me so the girls went home but I invited Fabian over to my place for a late beer. He has left now and I am debating whether to watch a movie or try and sleep.

To dos are piling up. I've got to fill some forms and send them to my sister. I have to call her. I have to open a P.O. box. I have to go chose the color for the painter. I got to box get the knickknacks. I've got to return Liliana's call. I've got to return Eduardo's call. I've got to go to Ikea. I've got to check out Home Depot.

I've got to rest.

12:22 AM

Wednesday, January 26, 2005  

Gotta start the day

My mother called a few minutes ago to tell me about my sister, which I already knew. It is a terrible thing but every time I hear her voice quivering and some compassion is called for, i just feel like slapping her. She has an uncanny ability to unnerve me. Or rather I have an uncanny ability to let her unnerve me.

I uploaded more pictures from our day in the Park.


JP called me yesterday. His take on the situation: I've lost my mind. The man has insight.

Yesterday was Cecilia's birthday and after Derek's class I went to her place for dinner. She asked what's up with my birthday but I am in no mood to celebrate shit. Thankfully it's a Tuesday and Derek will be my savior. Just in case, here's my wish list.

Today is happy hour with a whole bunch of perfect strangers and then dinner at Fabian's, whom I met yesterday on my way to the gym. And now I have to somehow get out of bed.

7:40 AM

Tuesday, January 25, 2005  

Bad news

My sister just lost the baby she was expecting. She is on her way to the hospital.

11:25 AM

Getting started

The painter just left. If I can box my stuff during the weekend and chose the white shade I want before Monday, then he might start on Tuesday and be done by Friday. In the meantime I will be staying with Cecilia. Need to go to Ikea this weekend too.

9:21 AM

Late night soliloquy

I forgot to send myself a whole batch of pictures taken Sunday by Carmen so I won't be able to upload them until tomorrow. But I did upload a handful taken by Pamen, a couple taken by Monse and the ones I took myself. They are in an on-line album for you to enjoy.

We might be getting more snow on Wednesday!

In an effort to enlarge my circle of acquaintances and, hopefully, friends, I am considering joining a social club . I am not interested in on-line dating or any single scene for that matter, I only want to meet new people. The whole concept of on-line dating, and filling profiles and check lists I find completely abhorrent. I would hate to meet anybody with a fixed agenda in mind (is he THE one? is he boyfriend material?) and I could not come up with a profile even if I wanted to. And I do not want to. By definition, if I make a list of the qualities I want, I am leaving out the ones I might not even know I want. I'd rather be surprised. I'd rather discover new things and new people and the worlds they bring with them. Forget the profile and the checklists. Just dazzle me.

Actually, on-line dating is a current pet peeve of mine and I could go on and on about everything that is wrong with it, but it's 1.30 AM and my brain is not functioning at full capacity. Maybe tomorrow.

12:01 AM

Monday, January 24, 2005  

Playing like kids

We had a snowball fight! We made a snowman! Fun. Fun. Fun. (I'll upload the pictures tomorrow).
I got an answer from the poster at craiglist but by the time Nicolas, Pamen, Carmen, Monica and I were done with a wonderful lunch, it was too late to meet with her (it was a girl after all) and the others who had answered so we just did our own thing.
After spending the afternoon at the Park I eventually came back home, with the idea of staying in and watching Desperate Wives. It was not to happen. Not even 20 minutes later I was off again to Cecilia's for dinner.
I am finally home now. And tired. A good tired.

Walking home from the Park

1:21 AM

Sunday, January 23, 2005  

Sleep deprived

Again. At 4 AM I was still struggling to fall asleep and then Monica called me from Rome and woke me up at around 6.30 AM.

I peeked outside: still snowing! Perfect weather to try that new chocolate beverage at Starbucks!

7:52 AM


Heavy snowstorm today. The day did not start well. I overslept and by the time Mar called from the gym it was too late to get to Derek's class. Damn. Then I got a bad case of M.A.itis. A Saturday of a a year ago, no, maybe it was two years ago, after trying and failing to fly to Colorado we spent the day in Central Park playing with the snow (check out my snow flake) and having lunch at the Boathouse. I had a great time then so today it was all about "why the fuck isn't he here?". Eventually I decided that I can't possibly let a snowstorm like this pass me by so I went on line and answered a message posted on craiglist by another nut who wants to have fun in Central Park tomorrow. I don't know who the author of the post is, male, female, young, old, but who cares? I called Pamen to tell her and she wants to come too. I then called Nicolas. He was at a party but said he might join us. I should be having lunch at Cecilia's but I will definitely definitely get to the Park, either before or after.

Today, after getting over the missed class and the missing M.A., I grabbed some very late lunch with Nicolas at the Amish Market and then went on a short walk under the heavy wind and snow, trying to take some pictures without losing my fingers to frostbite. I then took him to the bar at the top of the Beekman Hotel which he did not know. Not much of a view today but still a beautiful place.

Wish list

I am finishing a wish list on Amazon so I can keep track of the books and the music I want (and can't find on iTunes). It is also a good way of hinting at presents I'd like to get.

1:32 AM

Saturday, January 22, 2005  

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

A couple of shots from the Times Square webcam:

9:22 PM

Simply incredible

Try and find two actors with more than 4 degrees of separation. Chema, Pamen and I did, but I can't even remember who they were. And see if you can find James Dean (the real one, the rebel without a cause) in the database. We couldn't.

12:43 AM

We almost froze

Got my first metrocard today! It was not the most brilliant idea, given how cold it was, but I decided to act on one of my New Year's resolutions. Cab fares have really gone up and there's the added value of maybe having somebody spot me, fall instantly in love/lust with me and mention me on craiglist's missed connections, I am in need of both exposure and cash, hence the metrocard.

We had lunch at the Pecking Duck House and then tried to get our auras read at a local store. They would not give us a group discount and, frankly, 25 bucks each is a bit too much for a little fun. So we walked up to Pearl River where I checked out several lamps and details to redecorate my bedroom (by the way, I think I found the solution for my floors). From there we took the train (second time! yay!) to Chelsea, where I wanted to see an installation. Obviously, we didn't "get it" but there were three guys and a girl who seemingly did and were very intently talking about it. Frozen and feeling stupid and unartistic we all split and called it a day. Finally I hailed a cab and came back home, climbed into bed and turned the heat on. Heaven.

Tomorrow there should be heavy snow in the afternoon.

Marc, Elena, Chema, Pamen, Carmen, Benja, the unmentionable, Nicolas - stuffed full - The photo was taken by Elena but I refuse to thank somebody who makes me look so much like my mother

Elena's shadow at the installation - Courtesy of Elena

Carmen at the installation - Courtesy of Elena

12:23 AM

Thursday, January 20, 2005  

Zzz ...

I never went back to sleep yesterday/this morning. Or rather, I drifted in and out of sleep from 7.30 to 9 am. Therefore, I had decided to come home after work and try and rest. Then Miguel said he was in a mood for a beer. I couldn't say no so I said yes and started rallying the troops. In the end Miguel, Pamen, Chema, Nicolas, Benjamin, Fabian and I went to a bar on my street. I got very involved in a debate about Catholicism that I will not even try to explain right now. Then Chema and Fabian and Benja left and the rest of us went out to dinner at the East Japanese Restaurant. I got myself in yet another hot debate: men and gay sexuality vs. female sexuality. Again I will not even attempt to explain it now. I am way too tired.It's not a matter of beauty sleep anymore. It's either I sleep or I'll collapse.

Tomorrow we have the day off from work, so I organized an outing to Chinatown for lunch. Pamen raves about the duck at a place on Mott Street so we are heeding her advice. We will be about 8. The rest of the weekend is starting to take shape: Saturday, after Derek's unavoidable class, I'll take Melissa out. Sunday afternoon I'll meet with Vivienne. Either Friday or Saturday night I'll go to Cecilia's. She's back and I feel a bit like I got my kids back. They're her kids, of course, but I spend quite a lot of time with them and miss them when they are gone. Today I had lunch with the little one. She would not tell me is she liked my haircut, which leads me to believe she hates it. It would be a pity because everybody else loves it. Or lies to my face.

I am looking into some new volunteering opportunities. I checked Volunteer Match on line today and then spoke with Fabian. I am leaning towards a soup kitchen for the homeless once a week, very early in the morning but I haven't made up my mind yet.

Oh, I need to go to IKEA too. My housekeeper broke my gooseneck multicolored lamp today (the one featured in our very first animation) and I need a replacement. I also need a new bed and a couple of wardrobes. Right now I am salivating at several design websites, and one in particular. I'd love to write about a million things but I can't. Gotta sleep. Gotta sleep. Gotta sleep.

11:40 PM


My birthday is not next week. It's in two weeks.

It's 4 something in the morning and I woke up, as I tend to do lately. Seems I have an internal clock programmed for 4 AM, no matter what time I fall asleep. In an hour or so I will doze off again.

Yesterday Chema and Pamen came home after work for some free beer (not free really, as they were the ones who bought them last Saturday). We decided that this spring we will shoot a short movie script written by Chema a long time ago. Just for the sake of it. As a fun thing to do together. We read some of Chema's poetry (which we really liked) and talked about what we would have done had we not ended up working as translators or what we would still like to do. If I had had any talent at all, I would probably have been a dancer. Not a ballet dancer, not a soloist. A chorus dancer. I always got goosebumps watching them perform on Saturday night variety shows on Italian TV and I am still in awe now at dancers in MTV videos. I also think that some day I will go into some serious cartoon sketching. The problem with being a vaguely creative person with no particular genius is that I am good enough to dabble in a lot of activities but not good enough to be remarkable at any.

4:22 AM

Wednesday, January 19, 2005  

Come rain or shine or artic wind

Yes it is cold out there. No, not cold enough to make me stay home.
I met Francia today for wine and tapas after Derek's class. It was one of those girlie nights where even the best of men are dogs and you are so happy to be born on the right side of the sexual divide. Still, on my way home I bought some of my favorite chocolate and couldn't stop myself fron singing out loud a song by Rod Stewart that I heard coming out of a bar ...

You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend
You're in my soul

I read somewhere recently that true happiness is more about being merry frequently than being intensily happy once in a while (well, that was the concept anyways, as for the wording, it's totally mine). I absolutely agree with the definition and, in the grand scheme of things, I am probably very happy indeed.

1:00 AM

Tuesday, January 18, 2005  

Artic cold

It's damn cold out there but it's also an amazingly beautiful day. Truly beautiful. Truly amazing.

Got an e-mail from my friend Brigitte in Geneva today. She will be visiting in March. Cool. Haven't seen her in years. Given her capacity for long talks (sometimes up to 6 straight hours on the phone - I kid you not) I'll probably need a tongue/ear transplant in April.

Upcoming birthday

Next Tuesday is my birthday. Last year it was so horrible I don't think it could get any worse.

12:02 PM

Eat my words

Bon Jovi not withstanding, it would be good to sleep some.

2:55 AM

Old habits are hard to die

Tomorrow's JP's birthday. I talked to him a little while ago after trying several times to return his call from yesterday. I don't get it. He's still lying to me. What a pointless thing to do. It must be an ingrained pattern.

A poet for our times

As part of my new home decor I will have a Blik decal made with Bon Jovi's mythical "I'll sleep when I am dead" quote (you can marvel at the whole song here). Today I came across another little jewel by him:

If you're ugly, I'm ugly too
In your eyes the sky's a different blue
If you could see yourself like others do
You'd wish you were as beautiful as you

And I wish I was a camera sometimes
So, I could take your picture with my mind
Put it in a frame for you to see
How beautiful you really are to me ...

(J. Bon Jovi, Eric Bazilian)

Learning what to do and what NOT to do

I have to tape the "set" to the table. I can't keep repeating the same frames over and over. I've got to find better light.

1:00 AM

Monday, January 17, 2005  

Just a little stressed

I have this very long and very complicated text to finish by tomorrow. It sent me into a sugar frenzy and the swallowing up of a whole best value pack of Sour Worms. I wish I could puke. If I don't puke I am on my way to the sugar crash of the century. Shit. Shit. Shit.

3:17 PM


I just looked out of the window! It's white!

9:09 AM


My sister's dog, looking elated, as usual

8:03 AM

Sunday, January 16, 2005  

Work at home?

Yeah, sure. After a late brunch/dinner/only meal at Cafe Lalo with Claudia, a girl I met at Pascale's a couple of months ago, and after making sure somebody was going to tape Desperate Housewives for us in case we did not make it back to our TV sets in time (not an easy task - everybody has TiVo now) we went to the movies to see The Woodsman. I really wanted to see this one and was not disappointed. I appreciated the fact that the pedophile is not shown as a one-dimensional monster. It's not a patronizing film and it does not have an obvious ending. So ... I really liked it, great movie, yada yada yada, but c' mon, the true question here is: are Kyra Sedgwick breasts for real? They do not seem fake but for a 30-something almost 40ish woman with two kids they are pretty incredible! Please tell me she had some work done. Please. I need to be lied to.

After the movies we dashed back to our respective homes in a cab so at to catch Desperate Wives. This would be pitiful if it wasn't a shared obsession. Shared with the whole town, if not the nation. Everybody seems to be into it. It is much worse than Sex in the City. People are getting together in bars to watch it and I will make sure to be among them next Sunday.

Speaking of obsessions, I have downloaded and installed StepMania. Now I need and adapter and a dance mat and I too will be able to join the Dance Dance Revolution!

11.30 PM!!! I really got to work a bit now ...

11:40 PM

Saturday, January 15, 2005  

11:09 PM

The week-end!

Thursday I was invited to the opening of an exhibition at one of those trendy Chelsea galleries. People in attendance were amazingly cool looking. Lots of very tall people appropriately disheveled. I did like the artwork but not enough to pay its price (around $30.000 a piece). Then again, I really really liked one of the waiters and I would have been willing to pay any price for him. He was of the drop-dead gorgeous variety. Gorgeous face, perfect skin, great smile, looked straight into your eyes, nice butt, clad in black. Too gorgeous, I heard somebody say. Too gorgeous???? What kind of judgment is that? How can a man be too gorgeous? Now, really ...
I stayed there a while, chatted a bit and then started text messaging plans for the rest of the evening. So a few minutes after the waiter left and I had no reason to stay, I met with Pamen for a couple of frozen cosmos and dinner in Chelsea. After dinner we were joined by Fabian, his friend John and a friend of his.
Getting up on Friday morning was a struggle.
The 13th was Ghego's birthday. Ghego being my boyfriend from high-school. How on Earth I always remember his birthday is in itself a statement to the kind of obsession I felt for him in the days of yore.


Today is animation day! I am leaving in a few minutes for Derek's class and then in the afternoon a bunch of us will be here at home trying to figure out how to do a stopmotion animation. I am not sure we will accomplish much, but we will sure have fun trying.

10:54 AM

Friday, January 14, 2005  

Window in Chelsea

8:53 AM

Thursday, January 13, 2005  

The continuation of the species

My sister is pregnant. Just 5 weeks pregnant, but pregnant. This after one or two unsuccesful in vitro procedures and having been told it was impossible. She is happy and scared. My mother woke me up at 5.45 AM to give me the news. She asked me if I was sitting down. I wanted to bark back that I was laying down, not to mention asleep but I somehow managed to control myself.
So now lets now cross our fingers and hope for the best.

Shaping up the story

Today after work Chema, Carmen, Monica and I had a quick drink at a new pub (new to us - it's been there forever). We might have invented a new genre: veggie porn. One of the ideas for our short animation is an orgy of veggies in my fridge. Another is a suicidal eggplant jumping into the blender. My electronic dog turning to the bottle while I am away. The liberation of the foodstuff in my fridge. Then there's my very non politically correct idea: a tsnunami in my bathtub drowning all my teddy bears. We decided against it because its probable unpopularity. It is very sad, but here I am, compromising my vision from the very beginning.
Saturday we shoot the movie, Sunday we start writing our Oscars acceptance speeches.

Shaky grounds

Everything seems a little unreal. The worst of separating from a lifelong mate, apart from the feeling of failure, is that you have to redefine yourself. I was used to being part of a team, it had been like that most of my life and I thought it was going to stay that way forever or till death did us part. And death was actually a very real possibility. Much more real than separation. So in a way I was better prepared to be a widow than a free woman. We were very independant from each other - too much, clearly - but still very much a unit. I had no concept of life on my own. Suddenly I don't have a best friend on my side anymore. Nothing comparable to that sense of intimacy. No confidant. Nobody to take care of. It sucks. But, mostly, it’s a waste of love.

The UN building in the fog, shot today from across 1st. Ave.

1:01 AM

Tuesday, January 11, 2005  

Stopmotion party

Saturday a bunch of us are meeting at home to produce an animation short movie (extremely short as in a few seconds). We have to come up with ideas for a story, for characters, for the set etc.

9:56 PM

Monday, January 10, 2005  


This is how Joe sees me. He kept this little doll because it reminded him of me. Very sweet of him but damn! I thought I was sexier than this!

Back from a couple of beers and then dinner at the Mogador Cafe with Chema, Pamen and Carmen. Very enjoyable. And we ended with a case of the giggles.

Nicolas - my most faithful reader - is back in town. Life is almost back to normal. I also got a call from my landlady today telling me t go ahead and have the painter paint my apartment. All in all, a good day.

11:41 PM

As it looked after the cut

After I started playing with gels, hairsprays, wax, etc.

8:51 AM

Sunday, January 09, 2005  

Chopped it all off

Funny how empowered I can feel by short hair. I love it. Except that I still look like shit thanks to the cold. My nose and mouth are all swollen. But this naked neck feeling is wonderful. As usual, Oscar did a great job. As usual too, we had a great time, chatting and sipping wine.

My former mane on the floor

1:02 PM

Saturday, January 08, 2005  

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12:20 PM

A little senseless post

Yesterday I canceled the drinks with Debra and spent a long time with her on the phone instead. Late at night I also spent a long long time on the phone with Pam. My cold is running its course and after two whole toilet paper rolls and loads of tissues I am now a little better but since I haven't been out at all I have spent hours on line, bittorrenting, chatting, videoconferencing, virtual networking, trying new software. I've installed a couple of opensource programmes (the Gimp and AbiWord. I love them both thought I am not too crazy about the Gimp's interface. I also installed iStopMotion HD and the only thing missing now is a good idea to try it out.

Interesting trend I am definitely part of: Life-caching.

9:56 AM

Friday, January 07, 2005  

Reality check

I almost did not watch the news in Spain so, although I heard about the tsunamis, I did not really get the magnitude of the tragedy. I heard numbers but numbers don't mean much. Since I came back I am glued to CNN. I am now watching "Voices from the tsumanis". Now it's sinking in. I went through something similar on 9/11. At the beginning the shock and the numbers, then the stories, the images, the real people. It must have felt like the end of the world. Having your whole family wiped out. Your friends wiped out. Your town wiped out. Is it really worth living afterwards? Yes, probably, but I am not sure why, beyond the mere animalistic survival instinct. If it's so hard to overcome one loss, I can't imagine what it must be like to lose everybody and everything. I am watching and trying to imagine, but it's way beyond what I can feel. It's hard to see the sea in the same way now too. I used to love it. I suspect it now.

Oh. Another huge news: Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston are separating. The world is indeed coming to an end.

By the way, after several years of perfectly manicured fingernails, I have now gone back to gnawed stumps. I think I need a shrink.

10:22 PM

8:52 PM

5:07 PM

Slowly getting back into the swing of things

I have a bad cold and a sore throat. It was cold in Madrid on my last night there and I had trouble with the hot water in the morning. The air on the plane did not help either.

I am seeing Debra on tonight. Saturday it's movie time with Melissa. Joe will be in town too and he’ll spend the night over at my place. In the meantime I am drying up, drinking water and an occasional Diet Pepsi.
As for the holidays ... suffice to say I ended Chistmas night or started Christmas Day, depends how you see it, sobbing in the arms of one of M.A.’s brothers.
It was hard. The whole thing was hard. Not unbearable. Not the worst ever. Actually it had lots of good moments. And lots of lowlights. Basically, although I was surrounded by people almost constantly, it was awfully lonely. But compared to the tsunamis victims, I have nothing to complain about.

Pictures and sort of detailed account will follow as soon as I feel better. Now I need breakfast.

8:09 AM

Thursday, January 06, 2005  


"Catharsis is hard," says Tony Taccone, artistic director of the Berkeley Repertory Theatre. "That's what you're driving for, a sense of genuineness in resolution. But it's so rare to really experience it, that sense of fulfillment and release into something that feels both revelatory and true." (From "Endings are a catharsis. They give meaning to what comes before, and change us from the way we were").

7:55 PM

Sunday, January 02, 2005  

Almost back

Tomorrow's my last day in Madrid. Wish I could stay yet I am yearning to get back home.

Where can I learn to be two places at the same time?. Oh, the gift of omnipresence! I could be everywhere without ever having to leave NYC.

See you soon.

9:27 PM
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