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  NO HOBO

  03.14.10 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  With my first American paycheque I bought myself:
  - a haircut, my first in 10 months
  - new shoes, desperately needed
  - two dresses, unnecessarily
  - this postcard, an impulse buy at the Rose Bowl. I was killing time by thumbing though a bin of yellowed landscapes, until then this little gem of stoner-artist perfection came stumbling into my [...]

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  MY LIFE AS AN OLD LADY

  02.01.10 | Permalink | Comment?

  Nothing is more mortifying than traveling with cats.
  On your way out of Montreal middle-aged women–all en route to all-inclusives–cling to their husbands as you walk by. You are the married life angel of death. Alone and spinster-esque. Burdened under the weight of your overpacked suitcases and cat kennels, reeking of desperation. One woman shudders and [...]

• personal

  REDEYE

  01.15.10 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  I have a lot of postcards to mail, but I can’t find a post office.
  There wasn’t much to say, anyway. It’s warm, it’s beautiful, it’s refreshing; I miss you.
  From my apartment you can see shoes on a telephone line. From there, a palm tree, and beyond that, lights. At night it’s only lights. Even the sky. [...]

• personal

  ON LOS ANGELES

  01.02.10 | Permalink | Comment?

  New Year’s Eve was great; I danced all night, sober.
  Thanked the DJ when I was leaving. He totally thought I was trying to book him and–too eager for LA–offered me his availability “any night, any where.”
  //
  We counted down on the rooftop, poolside. At midnight I hugged people I didn’t know. We could see the whole [...]

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