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Could a white wall be more interesting than rich people I don't know and art that will not be fading away in 30 mins? Why, yes. A glass of champagne for all. You see here a me shaped shadow. I got  total bitch vibe from this photographer. We exchanged glances once and  a lot of negative information fell out of that look like intestines into toilet. I  felt like she went out of her way to avoid taking any pictures with me in them. Somebody please tell me she is the sweetest person in the world and I got it all wrong. Art and people mingled here.  I am thankful for alcohol sometimes. It gave me the lack of nerves to shoot this stuff right in front of so many judgemental artist types. 

The usual Newport Beach weather. The Newport Beach weather after Magarios on opposite ends of the continent talk about how there has been too much rain in the North East. {Yes,   +Mom , a fog rolled in a few hours after that phone conversation.}

{ { bajabound.com/bajaadventures/bajatravel/guadalupe_valley_history.php } } Sinkage. The blue line means ghost. Cyrillic text abounds. There are some strange numbers on this headstone. Pieces of the past. All the headstones face the ring sun. Headless yet with a crown. A grave dug in March. I must confess, I thought of Mario Brothers..

Back from NYC and things are EXCITING in Mexico. So exciting, in fact, that I haven't been able to recount my trip! I was able to get over my jetlag easily. I learned from a fellow traveller that you do recover faster when traveling into the future. Go figure!  Along with dodging bullets, I have been celebrating my Human's birthday all weekend (Superman movie anyone?) and generally feeling a holiday vibe around the joint because Hugo's brother is visiting from Rome and wants to do vacationy things. We are planning an excursion to Valle De Guadalupe on Thursday so he won't torture us more with the exemplary entertainment the YouTube has to offer. Life isn't truly ridiculous until a priest insists on showing variations on the Psy / Gangnam Style theme. As for my NYC trip: on the whole, I was satisfied with it. I did the things that I wanted- also needed to do. And a collaboration project that I hadn't been counting on came through. I did some green

They just repainted the building. It used to be pink! Closed until  Monday the 24th of June. The lighter colored dirt covers the blood that was shed here. You can still see some of it on the  chunk of concrete  by the candels. That was the only spot they did not cover. Shattered window glass from the truck that was fired upon.

How can you account for being surrounded by unexpected death? The Crosthwaite Family rents out the storefront of their home to a local business that specializes in bulletproof windows. They were several weeks late in paying their rent and today we all found out why. The husband of the business owner suffered a fatal heart attack. The woman was suddenly left to deal with all the expenses the overwhelming shock of a life ending far too soon. The man was not at all old or sickly. All this was talked about over late lunch and then and THEN during a peaceful bout of siesta- the sound of gunfire. I knew right away that it was not fireworks, but it took a moment to click click because it was full daylight out there. I have never heard 15 (or so) rounds fired during the day! Hugo and I waited and listened for more sounds but heard no sirens or shouting.. and we were both compelled to peek out to see what was going on. Cautiously to the end of the driveway we went. Hugo though it might have

The city is rumbling on around me. I don't care. I'm still not balanced out yet. Insomnia struck in the early hours. I think I download a bunch of apps hoping sleep would find me.  Sleep must have been on a little vacation. When I did get up to start the day, I was actually sick to my stomach. I nibbled ginger and managed to scrape myself into a pile of human cohesive enough to go out and buy a few needed things. Then it was crash time again. I didn't nap for a long as I would have liked, but because this was Irena's day of relative freedom from work, she proposed that we go bike riding. I said, what the heck. I have been  in such a state of mind that I could not even begin to be embarrassed by the 10 year old boy zipping around me in mockery of my struggles - or any of the other people on the street there off of Kings Highway. So. Today June 2nd, under sunset skies somewhere in Russian Brooklyn a 31 year old learned to ride a bicycle. The seat was uncomfortable as he

So here I am, landed in the depths of the Brooklyn and sitting in an oven apartment of my herbal wizard friend Irena getting my strength and wits back to myself from travels and sleep deprivations and sundry other woahs. I don't feel culture shock, at least. I will save that for L.A. ;) I still want to sleep. One clock says 2:40. The other says 11:40.  All of me says it must be 4:00 am somewhere and all good children are fast asleep r.e.m-ing it up for a full, productive day outside of dreamland. I am caught of the border of wake and sleep. Do I trust myself to wander Brooklyn alone? In daylight?! Erm.. I think I will wait till later- when the sun is lower. It is too hot too early here and I have not felt this kind of heat in a long time; whether it be artificial or natural. This is a treat to be so uncomfortable in heat for a time. Then I can go back to Rosarito Beach at sunset and welcome to cool air of the great Pacific with more appreciation. The body and mind needs changes