Dragonfly

Nina Simon's singing

Please don't let me be misunderstood

In a cafe's speaker system.

I'm looking at photos

Of dragonflie

On my phone.

Everything is a copy of a copy

Though my feeling still feel

As authenic as ever.

I don't like feeling like I'm

A character in a movie or a book,

Like I'm a copy of a copy.

But feeling like I'm the only real person

In the world

Is just about as bad.

Winner!

I know I was supposed to hold this raffle ages ago, but with an unexpected trip to LA and then both Ned and I getting sick, it just didn't happened till now.

But, Better late then never, I guess, I held it today, and the winner is...

Rebecca!

Congrats!

Cake Topper

A couple of months back a really nice girl bought one of my cups, and told me she is going to use it as a cake topper, it sounded really cool, but I just couldn't imagine it on top of a cake. So I asked her if she would send me a photo, once the wedding is done.

Today, I got a lovely e-mail from her telling me about the beautiful wedding they had, and sending me a photo of the cake, which turned out to be personal serving of flowerless chocolate cake.

I'm always surprised and so happy when people send me images of my art in their houses, I learn so much from the creativity and style they use to make my items something i never thought about.

Sick

My brains feel like mush, body feels all sogy and damp. I hate being sick.

First coffee

After a day of airports and airplanes and being elsewhere.

Trying to patch up the memory of an angry dream, something about Ned and sex and abandonment.

Trying to find a way to stop feeling so threatened by all those new families in my neighborhood, those J.crew wearing young mothers, and their designer strollers.

First coffee

After a day of airports and airplanes and being elsewhere.

Trying to patch up the memory of an angry dream, something about Ned and sex and abandonment.

Trying to find a way to stop feeling so threatened by all those new families in my neighborhood, those J.crew wearing young mothers, and their designer strollers.

Misplaced

After 3 days of running around like crazy, great frustrations and greater amazments and successes, We woke up this morning with no real plans and nothing urgent to do. Both Ned and I were feeling so out of sort and aimless it took us over 2 hours to decide where we want to have breakfast, eventually landing is a spot that isn't great or quite, but that was a little familiar from our last trip. We ate in silence playing with our phone and too confused and tired to communicate.

Eventually we decided to drive to the beach. It's easter Sunday, and the boardwalk was packed with families heading to the amusment park, shreaking children and seagulls mixing their shouts.

We took our shoes off and walked on the send, I felt my bones stretching, and my mind swinging between anxiety and relaxation. We stayed there for a long time, I'm lying down on the sand, and Ned sitting, trying to protect his camera from sand and salt. We took some photos, looked into the ocean, and at the people and the birds.

I feel like I was falling through a tunnle for days, then the sand on the beach broke my fall, and I finally woke up, back into my body, covered in sand.

8:00 PM in LA

A very long day with plenty of misfortunes, errors and snags. It's 8:00 and feels like 4:00 AM. Our flight was delayed, then canceled then moved to 2 hours laterm we set by an apathic mom traveling with 4 kids who yelled and laughed and cry, a woman behind us fainted, the plane was half way ready to land in Denver, and then a doctor was found on the plane who fixed her up.

All this in the midth of your regular flight drama, crowd, noise and too many TV screen.

We were  so happy to be off the plane, and we went to pick up the rental car, as we were driving out of the lot it turned out that we were in the wrong car and so we went back to change.

We drove about 45 minutes to where we are staying, and as we were getting the bag out of the trunk, it wasn't there. Turned out we left it at the trunk of the first car.

So now, back to the airpost, sitting in a car and waiting for Ned to figure out where did the suitecase got to and who has it.

I felt so great about this trip, scared, but ready to take on the world, now I just feel tired and nasty, my mouth taste like stupid chips I stupidly ate on the plane then fall asleep for 20 minutes, my skin feels oily, dirty and dry at the same time. I feel sticky and nausious and just beaten by life.

I know that tomorrow I'll be able to laugh this off, but now it feels like the worst thing in the world.