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29.8.04

adieu l'australie. 

ca y est - je suis partie. je me suis baignee pour la derniere fois il y a + de 24 heures dans l'ocean proche de sydney... les premieres journees de printemps - l'eau encore froide mais le moral etait bon et mona est temoin que la canadienne denaturalisee a brave les eaux glaciales avec ferveur.

alors voila. now i'm in arizona. not really knowing what is ahead - and lovin' it. all is a haze - a very desert heat infused haze with a purple glow - that's my story and i'm sticking to it.

adieu australie. all my lovelies - think of me whilst you sip a coopers or treat yourself to biscotti dipped in frangelico in a park... on the beach or in the bush. fuck i am gone. this is really happening.



19.8.04

cyclical mess 

...still another day for me in front of the screen. i don't mind it - in fact i like it - most of the time. now - i don't like it.

in any case - i'm incapable of uploading one more .pdf onto this website for the moment 'cause i'm so over it - so i'll talk shit to you all instead.

yesterday, i had a revelation on 'lighting'. for the first time i understood light - it had always eluded me. it was in the kitchen where i work - suddenly someone had re-directed one of the halogen bulbs onto the glass shelves - and everything was glistening beautifully. why had the emphasis till now been on the pile of paper and stationary opposite the glass shelves? hum... light - direction - emphasis - angle - quality of light... ahah! i was delighted to make such a discovery, not to mention damn pleased with myself. i had a good day yesterday.

today - i walked in the kitchen - and someone had 'returned' the light to it's original position (?!).
this - i am afraid - summarizes the human condition. i.e. from shit - to light - and right back to shit again... and so the story goes. a cyclical mess... a beautifull mess. but a mess nonetheless.


5.8.04

"honi soit qui mal y pense" 

i have found an explanation to this enigmatic phrase in the story of V, by catherine blackledge.

"The answer lies in the mysterious Order of the Garter - England's highest order or society of knights - which was founded by Edward III in the fourteenth century. These knights, known as the Knights of the Garter, have a famous motto: 'Honi soit qui mal y pense' - 'Shame on you if you see evil in this'. And the 'this' in question? It appears that it is none other than the vagina. Indeed, a text by the Italian medieval scholar Mondonus Belvaleti, states explicitly in an essay on the chivalrous Order of the Garter that it 'took its beginning from the female sex'." [p.53]