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Thursday, August 30th, 2001
11:34 pm - Tuesday, Aug. 27
RER La Courneuve, Aubervilliers.
North of Paris.
Joseph's home & studio.

A house, surrounded by highrises.
A house with no hot water, no fridge.
A chemical toilet. Holes in the wooden planks.
Watch your step, he says.

Max the Lab greets us.
Tries to hump Saba (then tries to hump ME!!!).

A BBQ in the backyard.
Three girls preparing veggies,
Crouching by the water hose.

Wine bottles & watermelon cooling in buckets full of fresh cool water.
Korean dishes.
Korean laughs.

I go in the house again.
I see the past year's book.
Dark, black, tortured self-portraits.
Then Chinese acrylic paintings on un-stretched canvas
lay on floor.
B&W then finally some colours.

Scotch & wine.
Father-to-be leaves, barely able to walk.
Wants to name his son "rat".

Songs are sung.
Korean duet.
The Beatles "Hey Jude".
Everyone knows this. "Yesterday".
"While my Guitar Gently Weeps".
Other tunes, I must forget.

New names for everyone says Neal.
Joseph becomes Sammy.
(I prefer Dragon Neon.)
Jung-Un is now Janet.
Yi-on is Stella.
I'm Cannette (???????).
Neal is Nylon & Song-Yi is Frankie.

Wrong quai at the RER station.
Rush under the souterrain as the train enters the station.
Barely made it.

T 'was fun.
Wonder why cabs won't take you to La Courneuve Aubervilliers?

current mood: thirsty

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Sunday, August 26th, 2001
3:39 pm - Biophilia
Crazy how us humans always wish we be where we can't be?
Must have happened gazillions years ago when we left our natural
"as-close-to-the-tropics-as-we-possibly-can-so-we-don't-have-to-wear-clothes-and-can-bathe-in-natural-springs-or-wild-water-cataracts-and-roll-in-the-grass-like-happy-elephants-and-kids-don't-have-to-be-taught-any-trigonometry-crap-and-we-can-all-be-poets-'cause-we-don't-have-to-compete-with-Beaudelaire-or-Tagore-&-and-of-course-we-can-eat-luscious-tropical-fruits-all-day" habitat.

Interlude {Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking "Who does she think she is, John Lennon? You know, the ol' "You may say I'm a dreamer" trip.
Well, somehow, 3 or 4 people told me in the recent weeks that I reminded them of John Lennon, so I gotta keep up with the compliment. By the way, I was also told that I looked like Pamela, Jim Morisson's girlfriend????!!!? I've no idea what she looked like ... I can only think of Meg Ryan as Pamela in the Ol' Stone movie. So I guess I should take that as a compliment too. But I digress.} End of interlude.

No wonder that we're now all messed up & have no clue where we're supposed to be, to live, to evolve, to blossom. Hell, if I ever have kids, where in the world would I want ot raise them? Not Europe &, not North America, I got that much figured out. Now, I gotta convince their Dad-to-be.
Check out biophilia, maybe it will help, surely it can't hurt.

current mood: quixotic

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Saturday, August 25th, 2001
11:43 pm
She phone early afternoon to confirm she was coming.

He had talked about it, knowing she would have to be made comfortable.

The coffee table was moved.
The curtains were drawn to keep away the heat.

Fans full blast.
Then nothing.

The white robe lays on the blue couch. Inhabited.

" Ok, cross your arms over your breasts". "Turn towards me, look down".
"Perfect don't move".
Click of the camera.

"Move her hair up". "Turn the light away form her face".
Click of the camera.

I find myself standing on the carpet. Facing her Asian eyes. She had been shy but serious. Now, her mouth a few inches from mine, she can't stop laughing at my "big brown eyes."

More comfortable now that she is no longer alone. Now that she knows others do it to. I had shown her pictures, but to not be alone in her nakedness changed her confidence.

After a break she decides to to choose her poses.

"I can't believe that's really me".

She's carrying the proof in her suitcase back to Korea.
On the plane she's still wondering if she'll dare put them on her wall.
What if someone recognizes her?

But she's 20 & she likes risks.

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Saturday, August 11th, 2001
9:21 pm - Weeping willow
Saba took me for a walk.
On the quai de Seine from Notre Dame to the Jardin des Plantes. Outdoor sculptures reign. I hugged my trees with a special attention,as always, to my favorite weeping willow.
Some kids scared his bark in an attempt to show their love. Not a sign of love in my book to maim a tree.
So the past few days I've been sending my weeping willow reiki love every morning.
I sat by the river, riding Premchand.
The sun was exquisite, nice breeze, quiet as it was still early.

current mood: peaceful

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Friday, August 10th, 2001
9:46 pm - Do you hear me Gauthama?
I think of the lotus.
I breath jasmine.
Give me youth by the Ganges.
Give me water, give me fire, give me flowers.
Give me purity and clarity and, oh, majesty.
Give me the ghats of Benares.

current mood: thankful

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