Accumulation

Will Oldham singing “I see a darnkness” Friday night at La Cigale.

AND:

The Mix and the hand gesture that goes with It.
My dad saw Bob Dylan In florence last night. 
And here’s a lil’ old blue eyes fo’ this sunday afternoon: http://www.deezer.com/track/2654628

Romance.

For those people living in New York City! Tomorrow Night! An art show curated by The Ellen Frances! Featuring work  by Emily Anderson / Ben Dickinson /Alfie / Patrick Cleandenim / Julian Gilbert /  Ellen Frances/Garrett Morin/Zachary German / Ted Powers Jr. and some of my Films too! Go check it out for me and let me know what you thought!

I just came home to a very very clean hose and I have plenty of reasnons to be excited!
Tonight I’m going to meet my favorite Irina at the Regine to see Tibaut (aka Breakbot) play. Come Over! YES!

See Paris.

Here, the internet put out some photos of the Party!
Or, I shamelessly stole some photos from the official photographer Alistair Allan (Dirty Dirty Dancing).
Nota Bene: The Sparkly Mothra Suit  

As You can see all the cute/weird/important people got photographed and we did not, you’re guess as of why (multiple choice):

a. We were Ugly

b. We were Handicapped

c. We were Blinding

d. We were way out of reach inside the dungeon 

e. We had no pants on (sans-pants)

f. We were asking for cash

Renda Morton is flying.
This (and the indian restaurant) are best things that happend all day.

Oi.
Since coming back From Switzerlad I haven’t been writing much, but having still tons of work and broken bones there’s not much to say really.

I wake up, drink coffee, shoot myself in the leg, start the 1:30 houer trip to go to work (via hopping on crutches and the subway), work, ask my coworkers if please they could get me some food, eat some food, work, start the 1:30 houer trip to go home (via hopping on crutches and the subway), dink a wine,  work some more, spend too little time  with Zachary, sleep.

The  only interesting thing in all of this is that my little sister Anna came to Paris to escape a heartbreak and she was convinced to walk with me while going to work and back. We also spend some other times togeather, but this specific (very hard) trip that we take every morning and every eaving has proven to be very intresting.

While I struggle with physical impediment fatigue and pain, Anna has to deal with her broken heart and her sudden lack of confidence, and while she helps me up and down never ending Metro stairs I listen to her stories and try to give her my 2 “old&wise” cents.

It goes from  tears to 100 percent pure comedy.

Like the one time that a cripple started hunting me down asking if he could carry me, and I couldn’t walk faster than him so he kept on sticking to my tail for a good 15minutes being all drool and full of good intentions.

On other news:
Here is a little interview that was done the last time i was vjing. I’m trying to explain things and making little sense. NB. It was 4am and the guy made me go up 4 flights of stairs with crutches + got crooked tooth.

You’re probbably gonna need these  jc! castelbajac lego glasses to look at the world in 2009 without running away, digging a whole in the ground and hide yourself in it.

Look at Rory! She’s smiling, wondering the streets of the emerald city right there.