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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2006|05:25 am]
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these pictures are mediocre. i have some from the trip on a website, but i think i'll hold out a tad longer before i put the link out here. for now. and. becuase i don't feel like writing wordsCollapse )
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(no subject) [May. 18th, 2006|06:04 am]
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so. i write to you from the less-than-glorious land of hampshire college. i've returned for a jiffy to see the few lingering faces around campus, as well as to theoretically finish a twenty page paper on the commodification of art in berli (due on friday). so far, both of these objectives have proved minor failures but i've got a few days remaining and can make up for lost time. for my stay here, i am actually living in the room next to my old room, making things very surreal and a tad depressing. there is a rave party happening across the sidewalk from here, and more hippies in sight than i saw the entire time i was in berlin. also plenty of hipsters, but the hampshire breed seems rather unstimulating after one becomes accustomed to the german variety. i guess that could be said about most things. as you can see, i am, once again, immersed in the non-culture of the united states of america, and i miss germany quite tremendously. i arrived late friday night, after a pair of back-to-back nearly allnighters and a string of terrible travel adventures including but not limited to, itinerary changes, late flights, broken in flight entertainment systems, lost luggage, lighter confiscation, and rose-hip-jam explosion. not so cute. it took me a full two days to recover from this and emerge from my self-induced trance, and i am only now beginning to notice that i am not at all in germany anymore. seems i could write a novel on this subject, though jet lag and a fading grasp on the english language hinder that prospect. suffice to say i will never be better at goodbyes. you'd think with all this practice i'd have it down to a science, but, alas, i spent six hours in a row crying as i made my way home through airports and clouds. i maintain a remarkable ability to romanticize everything from my past. as fed up as i was with lexia, and as frustrated as i was by berlin, the fact remains i have nothing but fond memories of them both. it feels strange to order things in english, get strange looks when i say danke and bitte by mistake, not be able to buy beer, have to drive everywhere. the shock is not so bad, but compounded with everything else, it all becomes overwhelming. so overwhelming i cannot write a proper entry right now. but, rest assured, i have plenty of free internet (at long last!) and a twenty page paper to write, so you've not yet heard the end of me here.
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(no subject) [May. 8th, 2006|02:54 pm]
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all i do anymore is play pinball on my computer and do work. for serious. it's less than fun. i return to the states on friday. today is sunday. i return friday. the bad news is, i am going to miss it here. a lot. i thought i would be okay about leaving, i wanted to be okay with it, but you know it's always so damn hard for me. the good news is, i have a pair of reebock hightops, a bag of brugers bagels, a nylon magazine (in english!), and a fat cat named romeo waiting for me upon my return. i will also be able to put all my photographs from the semester on the internet for you to see. it's been pretty nuts. i want to spew stories at everyone. you'll like my pictures.

hampshire kiddos! when are you guys skipping town? i want to come up this next weekend, but only if some people will be around. what's the deal?

yeah. back to work. work. work. well, shit.
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(no subject) [Apr. 29th, 2006|11:55 am]
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i mean, really, where can i begin here. okay. so. let's run with prague, because that's the last time you heard from me. prauge. was. amazing. just brimming with tourists, crawling with them. but i visited the city with nate and this woman rebecca, she's starting her doctorate on the relationship between kafka and the city. so she knew the city remarkably well, having studied it's history and living there for a semester. she is also (this may be only vaguely of worth to those of you in new york) the colomiust for the L magazine, that silly but quite good column in the back. so i was excited about that and we were both nostalgic for the city but we were surrounded by cobblestones and castles and tulips, immersed in city squares and dark cafes, so we were all swept away from our intense lives elsewhere. one particularly funny yet arguably vile story, we were locked out of our hostel room because our asshole roommates took the key with them and the desk didn't have an extra set. so after drinking like three beers and the bar trying to wait it out, we begged the desk kid to just let us into another room to sleep, so they moved us to a nice one with a balcony which we had all to our selves. and rebecca was in the bathroom brushing her teeth with water and her finger because all our things were locked in the other room. nate and i were on the balcony, i was smoking. and then, all of a sudden, a naked girl just walks right into our room. totally naked. and we know she is very drunk because we witnessed her downstairs making out with a frat boy she had met just then, and stumbling around. and she takes our stool, and sits on it, and takes our ikea wastepaper basket, the same one i have at home and here in berlin, and PEES IN IT. like it ain't no thing. keep in mind there were like 5 bathroom stalls on this floor. i have no idea. but we saw the whole thing becuase my money was on the table and i didn't trust her not to take it so we had to keep an eye on it. and so that was funny, but that poor girl.

i have a tremendous amount of work to do and no focus. none. per usual , but even worse this time. my head is in a perpetual tizzy these days. but i am, in theory, writing a 20 page paper on the commodification of art in berlin. which is a good topic, but more worthy of a book than a harmless little essay. so i've got to narrow it down, but even that is hard. also, of note, is the fact that i am in two movies, becuase some kids are smart and making movies instead of writing papers for their projects. in movie one 1 portray a heavily made up, dramatically light, chain smoking, seductress who makes out with and subsequently kills tom in a crazy dream. objectification of women what? but i look damn hott, i must admit. in movie 2 i play a sweet girl named boris who has a giant birthmark the shape of berlin on her face. yep. i think i'm well on my way to being a career actress. for sure. then no more papers.

now joanna, rebecca, zsu, and kelly are supposed to be coming here tomorrow but i cannot get in touch with them, so i don't know how or when or if they are arriving. but hopefully i'll get to see them.
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2006|12:00 pm]
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hey kids, i am in PRAGUE.
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(no subject) [Apr. 21st, 2006|01:10 pm]
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for all of you envisioning me in berlin, stress free and strolling the streets and partying basically every waking moment, well your mental image was quite correct, right up until this very point in time. now, i realize, i've something along the lines of fifty pages to write in a week and a half. that's cute. me and berlin, we're breaking up, i just have to focus.
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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2006|04:26 pm]
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it's finally springtime but goodgod i'm somehow starting to slip. the botanical gardens near by house are spectacular, a day of total disorientation, no aim. just wander and walk off the hangover. so tremendously hungover yesterday that it still sticks. i didn't even drink much, didn't even mix drinks, just white wine but ouch i had not felt that bad in quite some time. i met a man named last from zimbabwe who is going to be my friend. it's funny how simple it can be, i said, i am going to go to the bar and come back with a glass of wine and a friend, and i did it. just like that. there is nothing to loose and i just need to remember that. carlo's birthday party, i wasn't feeling it but it seems that tom had a grand time so all is well. today fleamarkets in the sunshine, berlin has so many, matches, black heels and the most prescott sweater i've ever seen. last week nate and i bought a box (15 euro) with literally hundreds of old photographs and at least 150 letters to a woman named rosemary. 1937 to 1969. in germany. i wish so badly that i knew german so i could read them. instead i've organized them by date in binders and will pass them to someone who can. berlin is so good for fleamarkets. sadly they take up quite a lot of my now precious time. i have a huge project due in one month, something i am supposedly devoting myself to for this whole month, and i don't even know what i'm researching and writing yet. it's making me nervous but it's hard when you don't have internet access or books in english and you can't go to lectures or read articles because you can't understand anything anywhere. very hard. but the sunshine is warm and the buses let you see the city and i'm sure i will make it come together in the end.
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2006|02:21 pm]
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i want to write to you becuase there is so much to say but the simple fact of the matter is it is far too nice outside for me to be inside dunkin donuts writing to you.
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(no subject) [Apr. 8th, 2006|03:04 pm]
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today i rode the sbahn with tear streaks drawn on my sunburnt windburnt cheeks. its funny how i can be drawn into the petty when i just spent nine days in a land where people worry such about simple survival and a young girl has to spend an entire month's salary on a bike becuase she couldn't go to university because she was a minority and didn't understand her courses. i am getting the silent treatment, she has all the power, she's moving out, i've lost all respect, it feels like a breakup. taking sides, hatred, i just want to talk it out but she won't even listen, certainly not speak. berlin will be lonely without her but i will find myself again and it will be okay because it always is.

what you you write if you had been to dresden, gorlitz, krakow, paris, budapest, and all of transylvania in three weeks. if you had lost yrself entirely, slept in nothing but strange beds trains buses and floors, seen millions of things you had never seen before and will never see again. looked into the eyes of hundreds of people living in these strange places. opened yr hearts to dozens whom you could barly understand. romania is nothing i can describe in words. there are crowded cities with puma stores and midieval towns and frozen expanses of lakes and discos with pirate ship bars and homemade rosehip jams. gypsy children that beg with dirt smeared faces. chickens that fight in the yards, everyone has farm animals. polinka is the strongest liqour i've ever had. hoemade plum wine. fires in the fields. all the scaffolding is wooden. cigarettes in empty medieval squares where the cows drink from the top of the fountain and the woman wash their clothes in the bottom but by night the polinka from the pub and me and him are the only things there. there was a moving van with the slogan 'probably the best' that drove through the canyon. the father at our homestay cried when we left, a thick leather electrician with a tank tatoo on his forearm who made me kiss him on the cheek and traded cigarettes with me as he danced around the living room. this is the may my memories of this work, jumbled and overly excited i want to share it all but there is no way you can understand. potato soup, eggs, cheese, stomach aches. everyone was sick. i am worn down. it is painful. daniel showed us around budapest, picnic, flowers, cafes, he is obsessed with america ans france and was the flightiest kindest boy i've evr met. i've renewed faith in people. i will write something more at home and post with pictures when i get to wireless, but i needed to put something here, however vauge.
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(no subject) [Apr. 5th, 2006|10:20 pm]
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i am alive, and i secretly adore romania.
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