sample time again, my apologies to all concerned

sticker
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more skull

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"(venice did not supply me with potter so i had to wait until sunday and read inbetween an open air showing of hepburn's hilarious charade, walking through lovely before sunrise vienna, and uncompromising sleep, so i finished it monday morning)
today brough much, much shoppings
have somehow decided to reinvent myself as a tight jeans, colorful, big shoes, thin stripy tshirt wearing person with a canvassy skatebackpack that has more dangling loose straps than lindsay on a bad night.
hmm, guess you'll have to wait for that particular sight
tomorrow brings visa prep, possibly new camera buying (my antiquated lomo analog died after procuring some lovely venetian images, so it will go to lomo doctor and be temporarily but artfully replaced with a lovely new fisheyecam), and dutch art at museum/modern belgian dance"

biennale/wales

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"(my sis also sends word that living in venice for a while, and with this i wholeheartedly concur, and traveling by boat constantly, treating it as the subway to combat the steadily building homesickness for ny, gives you the feeling of being forever semi-floating, coasting along some internal tidal chart, your stomach and brain and toes all occupying different planes at different times)"

mirror/sis

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"i still have to write some 23 postcards, ahh too many friends so little time. i still have three days in venice and then i will prepare for my old school journey through the alps, throughout which i will pretend to be on the orient express (which actually ended here) and capture a few criminals, save the damsel, while i finish the halfblood prince in record time (although i have a middle seat, oh, the many sufferings of european railway travel, but i guess the ipod will block out the sounds of other smelly tourists with no trouble at all)"

at la fenice, where i saw pina bausch from a cramped and tiny private booth

fenice
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"a short missive from the utter tendrils of the venice underworld (or whatever they are calling these hellish internet cafes these days) i trust your fourth of july was spent blissfully cavorting, mine was spent gloriously ignorant of any u.s. holiday or somesuch, probably, i cannot really remember, you know holidays always, and ideally i might add, sort of intermingle, art exhibits, vegetable market, laundry, sun, waves, boat (you get the picture) just five and a half more days in this glorious sinking city, then onwards and upwards through the alps to motherly vienna"

bloodred bits of saints in golden containers

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"a short typing salvo from this sinking ship of churches i like to call venice weather has been lovely: rain, sun, sunburned left clavicle, using much after sun lotion, smell very strange, esp. combined with anti-mosquito stuff

my books are reading away very fast, every one i started in ny has been finished so i can leave them on this continent. i'm still hoping to run out of the apt on sat morning and buy the new hp, but boats and mail don't really promise a quick delivery at the only bookstore in town to order them in time, suitably located behind the bridge of sighs
have taken a great deal of charmingly amateurish and arty pictures of art and ruin, a great combination that makes up for most of the attraction this city holds for me"

venice, aahh, venice

venice
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"me, im skipping a few minutes from wandering the streets, hopping on and off of boats, sauntering and staring my way through modern as well as more liturgically styled exhibits, to write these words from an eerily empty (i guess the tourist buses must have left already) and only slightly scary internet cafe, located in a side room of a cavernous gaming arcade, actually located under and old arcade on the busy route between san marco and rialto, tonight will bring a new novel to start (have shamefully almost exhausted the supply of ten books i brought)"

wet rat on slovenian pavilion's doorstep, tiny, but very scary to italians

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"i am, at present, in wonderful sinking venice where i spend my days looking gorgeous at stunningly beautiful but also dull or old or conceptually empty works of art, before reading through my pile of books way too fast (has it really been five since saturday, am i counting scripts?) and cooking very tasty but slightly overdosed risotto (risotto croquets anyone?) the days are sunny, with miraculous showers of rain and i will be here for more than another week so id better keep that murakami in check (what do you think 150 pages a day, 200?) i probably should write all those corny postcards i bought"

my hometown before 1.2 million visitors in four days

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"just got back from a rather exhausting but fun day of amsterdam (public transport was on strike, so no trams or subways and only bikes in the streets) i sequentially met three of my friends, all happy, successfull and beautiful like they should be, visited my sister's work and found some time to nip into a record store.... (i bought just a few, one was martha and the muffins, the one i don't have yet, their best one) then took a train, got picked by my dad in utrecht and we drove home, listening to the muffins during a gigantic thunderstorm that is still pitterpatting as i type. this email is just a cheap excuse to relapse into my english, my dutch has suffered horribly, i keep saying english phrases directly and subconsciously translated into my supposedly native lingo, uugh. i also saw my first dutch celeb of the week since we landed smack in the middle of the netherlandish premiere of the tom cruise summer movie (ironically after watching an honestly quite wonderful acting performance of miss kate holmes in batman)"

stranded again

and so it appears i have become stranded. this was supposed to be the last leg of my monthlong tour of europe but my arrival in the nyc has been postponed with one day so i can have the pleasure of flying what klm likes to call world business class and still arrive a mere 24 hours later. these are now being spent in an amazingly dull hotel in the charmingly named town of badhoevedorp (which babelfish lovingly dutch-french-english-translates as: the bath closes village) where i cherish my powerbooks powercable and the joy it brings me in the sound of cute new mp3s (much sexsmith and jose gonzales, though also a lot of lady sovereign, whose concert i dearly missed two weeks ago, and the new deus album, thanks to dearest m & r) old movie i had not watched yet (and now understand why i hadn't to begin with) and browsing the web for things to do when i get back.
i am immensely happy about being able to go see bret easton ellis speak in person (and slightly pissed off that i did not bring my heavy first edition glamorama...) as well as concerts by 13+god, patti smith and m.i.a. (both for free in the park, sadly not spitting rhymes over pissing in the river and pull up the poor), scout niblett (if i can find anyone depressed enough to come with), possibly colleen, joy zipper (headlining above the juicily named the 1 2 3 4) and much much more like juliana hatfield clap your hands say yeah, the inevitable four tet, and of course sufjan stevens, for which i just bought tickets to his fourth show at the bowery ballroom, his other three shows were already sold out...
movies to watch on plane (between three course meal and glasses of free alcohol, dehydration time...): constantine, assault on precinct 13, the incredible ice princess, but also quality fare as p.s., comme un image, as well as a bollywood film loosely based on oliver stone's u-turn (!!!) called musafir. sadly the india times had rogorously slammed this work as wannabe-cool and much more cruelly depitcs the lead jennifer lopez-a-like as someone "who sports stretch marks on her waist, an ugly under-arm stubble and sweat patches, love handles that some might find 'cute', a less-than-flat tummy that sneaks over the waist band of her jeans in dance sequences and thighs that can be mistaken to be instruments of physical harm." now i really have to see this...