Friday October 31

Weather:  Rainy

Time: 1.40pm

Location: Mensa

No. of people in the scene : Five

character names:

Mexico (male). Argentina(male). Uganda (female). India (male). Barcelona (male).

 and…..NOW

 

Kampala (motioning to Mexico):   Are you going for the party tonight.

Mexico (shaking off the daze): Ya. Ya. Are you?

Kampala No.

mexico: No. Why?

Kampala: I don’t celebrate Halloween. I dont understand it

Mexico: it’s halloween. there is nothing to understand 

Cut. Cut. cut. cut. Repeat Line

Mexico: You don’t need to understand halloween. it’s a celebration.

Kampala: Excatly. A celebration of what? I am not even trying to be religious about this. all am saying i want to know what am celebrating before I celebrate it.

Mexico: Oooh, Come’on. every body knows about  halloween. It’s like McDonalds. Don’t you have No McDonalds in Uganda?

Kampala: No.

Mexico: yes you do.

Kampala: No…. (under her breath; and thank god for that!)

continued  @

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And to more Treat and Tricks… I NOW KNOW WHO MY DADDY IS!

drumroll……..

But before I announce – with much pleasure and stimulation-  my daddy’s name and title (ha-ha!) I would like to present the “How I Found Out”.

Part.1

Book title; The art of looking sideways by Allan Fletcher…. no better place like this, for a girl to find her D.A.D

Part 2. the “story” there in:

 

Nasrudin the Mullah was sitting

with a friend as dusk fell.

 

“Light a candle”; the friend said, “there is one 

just by your left side!”

 

“How can I tell my right from left in the 

dark,  you fool?!” said the Mullah.

……………

Nasrudin the Mullah is birthed me!

and finally, in the fake halloween spirit, i give you it;

Happy November you’all

Moving On…still, in my head

The World In Color

   

This is for Carlo: a celebration to the beauty, joy and colorfulness every woman born brings to this wonderful world.

 More of your post-birthday presents can be found here. Happy birthday babe!

 

And finally; to make the long story even longer, I present to you all: Photo by Filip Kwiatkwosk. Heeb Magazine.com

One day, -not in my finger-pointing generation-  we will look at this photo, and spot no Irony there in whatsoever. It will stand not as a Political Statement made by the photographers or publishers, but as  just another one of those – U.S.America’s Sneakers Sales people, posing for publicity pic. 

Inshallah

 

 

Ps. This (new)weather is very depressing. I need tips on how not to drown myself in fish ponds this winter…please do not suggest anything that involves food, coz thats what is most depressing, i find ( i suck in the food depart’). Plus, nothing about boyfriends, sex, or romantic evenings by the fireplace should be suggested…coz this is the very reason that am considering the (imaginary)ponds.  

 

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White is not a color and neither is Black. Get over it you all.

My burka is on…inside my head

Right now, as has been for the last two or three weeks, I have seventeen (17) windows open, excluding thisvery one…. Carlo do you get it now; no? Okay, i will elaborate…

Pop Culture

 ”Heath” by Vincent Fantauzzo.

This painting, which Heath Ledger sat for weeks before his death won the Archibald Prize award-  the Australian art award.

Who killed Heath? When shall we ever find out…Maybe we don’t care that much anymore. He was after all another one of those drowned by hollywood drug machine….or so some one would like to believe.  

Antipops birthday: Sunday october 26;

I hate spending my holy sundays, trying to figure out how to make some lost soul’s birth anniversary happy and memorable, only to be told, that INFACT I NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHO WAS ACTUALLY BORN ON THAT DATE ANTIPOP WASNT…

with anti-climaxed rage  passion, i would like to dedicate this to her future date of birth, which i celebrated yesterday…thank you very much

and finally: a peak at one of my open windows.

thank god for the FLIGHT OF THE CONCORDS…and thats all for today, have a lovely evening; and happy New Week.

Bollywood Musical needed. Very urgent

my head’s been up some skirts. very many skirts…. but won by the same person.

I dont like what i saw. i dont like it at all.

Its been up there for a few weeks… searching through each dimples, each little hole, the hairs there on, the fimbre that might just be something, even with its colorlessness. i still dont like what i see

my head is gone. its up there, but still i cant find it……

I found this though; Sorry, not that one….i have lost it, the link……….oh well; there was this………oh wait, i found it; here it is

• Write nonstop for a set period of time.
• Do not make corrections as you write.
• Keep writing, even if you have to write something like, “I don’t know what to write.”
• Write whatever comes into your mind.
• Do not judge or censor what you are writing.
• If your free writing is neat and coherent, you probably haven’t loosened up enough.

Party tonight… tomorrow, the head goes up yet another one of these many skirts.

phewwww

typographer needed

South-Australia, seething anger, seeking a new harlem, finding to a new harlem, moving to a new harlem:

Ombra longa begins sunday, the idea is to drown in the wine. I saw the grapes as they were harvested, now its time to celebrate the harvest…rip what they sowed.

Breakfast at tiffany’s. Sunday at 10am. this will be the first time since i came to treviso that i will be having breakfast at tiffany’s with out scott. He practically lived at tiffany’s…. so i will pass past his flat and I will go into that seven dwarfs paradise all by myself. Could i pretend that its my first time. that i have never before been there.

I could agape with the littleness of every detail there in. the little cakes, the big little sofas, the petit coffee maker lights, the tinie.tiny old lady that comes there every morning for a coffee all by herself….she kinda tells the story of this place. B.e.a.u.t.y refolding on you. with in.

am moving to a new apartment this weekend. saturday. i am looking forward. only if i had an elf to pack me up. am excited. I need a fresh place, i need a new apartment. I will miss the church. I for five months lived next to one of the very famous churches in these parts, and i only entered its doors, and toured the property last sunday. It was the first thing i saw….my kitchen window, my balcony….and many times, the sight of it would wierd me. I am in my house naked, and there is the big beautiful church, maybe with the hunch back peering out of the bell tower.

I travelled last week. Made my second trip to tuscany. the first time was great; it was the entire department, gone off, rebeliously, to watch Freshly Ground. We had a map, we read it wrong a couple of times, and we got to the venue when freshly ground was almost finished. Gnarls Barkely was there too. We drove back in the middle of the night, visited Pisa (the leaning tower of Pisa) at 4am, and it was all it said to be… a different story when you go during the day, and especially summer time.

This time round however, it was a special visit. We took the train, stopped in Florence for 2hours….those two hours were enough for me to see the very famous Florence Duomo and to also, realise that they, the florentine, dont speak italian…well, not exactly, but….oh well, the whole dialect thing throws me off. I think am learning italian and then i travel further away from my sweet fancy Venetto and Wham, different dilact…

I got us lost. got us get off our second train before the right stop. nothing happens where we stopped. aside from a gardening growing sculptures and Shania Twain music…i hadnt listened to shania in five months.  dead train stops rock

We got onto another one, an hour or less later (Why the fack am i writing all this…. oh i remember i made a call home, Jason asked me to come back and so did Zoe (5and 3yrs rspctvly).  I felt guilty for being away from home, and then the phone cut, before i was done with speaking to all. The intention of my call was to tell what i have been up to since the begining of sept until now. This is a story that was supposed to be told to members of my family. It was all ready to be delievered…

I open this blog and i start detailing accounts of my life.

Alright. wrong forum. Perugia is great. Its the best University town i ever seen. I spied on an All women house party in Perugia. i had to do something, there was free binoculars, what? you want to judge?…

Asisi was wierd. Saint Francis, Pinochio. Assisi made feel guilty too. its a post card city. A mecca for at least everyone else, a part from the two of us. I just thought i had taken some one else’s spot by being there. It wasn’t that important to me, as it seemed to be for all the people who were there. it is the kind of place that a certain group of people save their life earnings to visit. I had no less than 30 euros that day. 

am moving this weekend.

Ps: am fighting the “war on terror”. And i now 50kgs. i haven’t weighed that much in the last 10 years…..it probably is my upper body. its been expanding……

I shut up.

I have been reading Capote. He calls names. points fingures. i have problem with that. But he is Capote, and I am, well, a Ginsberg Worshiper.

Piero told me I wont be able to read the Naked Lunch, so am starting with it on Sunday. oh, wait, i will be drunk on sunday. Ombra long (wine festival)

One day, i will correct my mistake. I mean ones made in this post