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Friday, March 13, 2015

A Girl and her Kitties

Okay for some reason today I really want to celebrate my life and friendship with my two kitties, ZigZag and Saffron. They are beautiful and we've taken some amazing photos together--too many. Let's dig into my PhotoBooth from long ago and take this in order, from Blonde to Red.

ZigZag is a proud prince.

So fierce.
So snuggly.


Pooped Princess

Christmas cat!!

My guy.

We are fond of each other.

Behold our beauty.

On the lookout.


Concerned perplexity.

Summer babes.

A stray kitten I rescued! I named her Cookie Pants.

Crazy eyes Mcgee!!

Loungin' ladies! <3 td="">

Look at this fucking kitty.

After all, a girl's best friend is her cat!

Heartmend Pt. 2

Scorpio Horoscope for week of March 12, 2015

"This is the wild dream: you with your chameleon’s soul being anchored always in no matter what storm, sensing you are at home wherever you are. You asserting yourself, getting the rich varied life you desire; and the more you assert yourself, the more you love going deeper, thicker, fuller. Resurrection after resurrection: that's your gift, your promise. The insatiable delight of constant change." -Henry Miller in a letter to Anaïs Nin

Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind

Remember in a world of mortals, you are WONDER WOMAN!

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Sad Girl/Heartmend Mixtape

I hurt inside-out

Paree Ennui

I'd like this to be a photo essay, but there were some things I could not, alas, hold a camera to. Most notably was the vision of the first sunrise of 2015 over the suburbs entering Paris from Charles de Gaulle airport. I'd planned it just so, wishing to strike an auspicious entry into the year by way of the city now designated as my writing sabbatical.

Likewise, I couldn't capture any part of my visit to the Museé d'Orsay on Sunday, January 11th, the day when most Parisians, expats, and dignitaries were convening at République to march in support of the victims of the Charlie Hebdo massacre the previous Wednesday, January 7th, which happened while I was on the metro from the 20th arrondissement where I was staying to Rue Saint Germaine-de-prés, at the NYU Paris building. It was after our fiction group, led by Aleksandar Hemon, discussed a new short story of mine when Deborah Landau delivered the terrible news of the shootings. Shortly thereafter, Hemon gave his planned lecture on empathy, and how we are all wired to read works searching for our opportunity to exercise empathy, and how that is often not enough, or that our desire to feel empathy often clouds what is present before us. Or something. As he spoke, I made connections of my own, thinking mostly of my story and how I had effectively bullied the reader into feeling empathy rather than inviting it. Mostly, I thought of how the shootings could trigger a right-wing response of Islamaphobia within France and the rest of the world. How the shooters themselves could be considered empathetic when, in the process of carjacking, allowed an old man to reach back in for his beloved dog.

I watched the inspiring march on a T.V. in a near-empty cafe on the empty street of L'Université near the Md'O, deciding to absorb the art and enjoy my free access to it, rather than join a mob, an entity I tend to distrust on principle. I then took the train up to Bastille for a soireé at a classmates' apartment and captured some photos and footage of residual celebration. There were smiles, song, art, and passion. The French know how to protest.

Once my residency ended, I went to Prague and had adventures, many of which were not captured on camera.

Of what I did document, the sense of place, temperature, and inextricably my own emotional turmoil, I reveal here:

20th Arrondissement

Notre Dame

A beautiful Parisienne who caught me.

Looking for a drink in the Latin Quarter

Travel foibles

Turbulence and turmoil


This woman collected bread from bakeries at the end of the night and brought it to this squat for hungry people to come by and grab.

Une femme faim

Tough to see the artwork, an animated pen drawing of characters performing various antics in an urban labyrinth of rooftops and stairways. You grasped the joystick to move the binocular view around the image, pushing different buttons to produce noise or a blood splatter pattern across the screen.

An active trainset circling live plants.

French sexploitation comic book

C-C performing at HyperWar

Lonely selfie series

The night hours pass...

Allow my love to be your curse.
Bonne nuit, Paris.

Taking the metro to CDG en route to Prague!

A beautiful place

Where I spent much time with my suitcases waiting for the keys to my apartment. Free WiFi!

Solo walking adventures in Wenceslas Square

Where I saw a quartet from the symphony play "the hits."


I like clocks.

Prague is so cool!!!

Fred and Ginger house

My future home?

Romancing myself

Bought myself a new dress to go to the symphony.

Had a super fancy dinner with champagne in my new dress before the concert.

Prostitute's shoes

Open wide--the Sex Machines Museum

Artwork in Blah Blah 

Colored pencil chevron

The "discretion" paper on the OUTSIDE of the sex toy shop.

Someone look at me.

I played this for a while waiting for my plane back to Paris.