reunions

so, i leave for london tonight. with a nasty ache behind my shoulder blade that got exacerbated after mimicking the fish pose after a few too many belgian beers on wednesday night.

ah, wednesday. i spent the night practically licking brownie crumbs from the concrete bar at the room in soho after an all-too-pleasant reunion with my high school partner in crime, the jinius. note: i spend every second i'm with her convincing her that she should a) marry me in california for papers b) join me in the merry world of copywriting or c) commit to pulling a costanza and doing the opposite of every instinct she has (which usually includes drunk texting men who have no business even talking to her).

which reminds me... we had a writing teacher in high school who (i think) lied about writing the keys episode on seinfeld. both jinius & i were obsessed with the show at the time and our first assignment was to artfully write ourselves into a scene of our favourite sitcom. we were each other's elaines, except neither one of us really fits the part. snarky, yes. shiksa, not really. and neither one of us ever wore wingtips, thank god.

the jinius is a kinda gal who's easy to hate. she has a thick mane of damn near perfect hair, skin that glows, and the kind of look that never needs accessories. she epitomizes young urban effortless chic and still looks like she's 18. her sense of humor, however, is closer to that of a 12 year old suburbanite boy. hence why we get along so well...

i dragged ji to her first club when i was a sullen, drugged out goth in love with my own drama (and indigo eyeliner). we've nursed each others break ups from afar, and acted as cheerleaders and sounding boards, but, living in a city as hectic as NY, never seem to connect as much as we should. so what now? i shall ploy her with the weekly promise of heffeweizen and food. seeing her is the kind of reunion that i'll never starve myself and lament over for months in advance. the FAMILY reunion, however, is slightly more tenuous.

TO LONDON!!!!

quiver

i cower in my office chair, listening to bonobo
and i'm scared to death both of seeing you
and being denied the chance

it's easy to say how over it i am
how i can't even imagine my old life
curled in quiet repose between orange walls that
hummed with the whispers we shared

but the idea of having to see firsthand how much
of a stranger you've become
makes me tremble

not out of forlorn love lost
frayed at the edges
but out of sheer curiosity
for the hope that some sliver of
amitie remains

how isolate we've become, dear

curse of the bad hair

so, i'm going to london on friday. to my (very critical and judgmental) family.
so, shunning the shaggy dog look, i decide to book a hair appointment for saturday.
and come out with this.
no matter how i blow dry or style, i have serious nearmullet head.
ugh.
very not good.
the only thing i'm missing is frosted tips.
hellooooooo chop.

distractions

love my moleskine, and my rapidograph pens....
aiming for one decent drawing a day...

jim

good show. good moment.

MIA

i've been remiss in writing because, well, i'm writing elsewhere. after 3 long, thoroughly humbling months of halfemployment, i found a gig. and a damn good one.

i'm now at a small shop called mr youth, where i've taken on the role of senior copywriter in a team of totally bright creatives. the work we tackle is all about interaction, redefining dialogues between brands and people by creating genuine experiences instead of stale "buy me" media tactics. but no-one reeeeally wants to hear 'bout advertising, huh? great thing is- it looks like i'm on a path to being developed for an even better position. hopefully. funny, huh? after i struggled and moaned, and consistently doubted my work and capabilities? not that you know that. hrm...

but i'm happy, seriously. it's nice to feel like i'm getting my bearings again.

what else is going on in the world of e?

drooling over this bass, because i've suddenly become obsessed with learning how to play. maybe it's all the dreams i'm having about my long-lost father, who was an incredibly gifted musician who would wax poetic about the throb of the bass that traveled through his body when he played.

looking forward to this concert, as i've never seen goldfrapp OR massive attack (ok, sue me for talking about this trip ONCE MORE, but it has since become a reality instead of mere speculation). this mini jaunt will be sandwiched between time in london for a family do, and am thrilled to see some of my favourite people ever.

casually looking for a new flat (only a possibility) and getting inspiration for my overall design theme. quite funny, actually. every time i move, i seem to gravitate to different styles. i went from ultra modern, to ultra retro, to urban baroque & feminine. my, how things change.

reading, reading, reading.

and obsessing over strawberry mojitos sipped in the garden.