Dear Diary, 📝
Yesterday, Enya's cassette "The Celts" soundtracked Chartruisa and I from our stay in Ithaca (a late-in-life-neutered tomcat, Jackson's drum machines, a burning smell from the car) to Buffalo (a haunted show house, chili on the stove, a crematory operator with a curling iron, Annie's clothing giveaways). Someone told me to read #Dune bc I had "spice." 🌶
When we were at Cornell on Thursday (@whutup's throaty vocoder, Chinese food for the new year, Jenny's bedroom with the pink cowboy hat), I handed the audience a microphone and had them go around the room and introduce themselves. I repeatedly told them that this was not my set, which it wasn't, and they laughed (they didn't believe me; in the end they were right, bc it was my set). In any case, the introductions worked: soon enough, I was on my knees hailing Jennifer and we were all dancing. From this exercise, I conceived of Jennifer's role as that of Social Custodian 🗑. Life is one big janitor's closet and I've got a key 🔑
Yours truly, Jennifer
p.s. @studio.hh and I hit the stage with @slowdanger__ at @bunkerprojects in Pittsburgh tonight at 7.
Once again I will complete my reading of dune! I've read it so many times now ,yet I still haven't read any of the other books,even though I have collected many of the books over the years. I think this time I will continue forth (despite knowing some of my favorites pass away in the next few books ) #thespicemustflow#dune#dessertplanet#spice#arakiss
On rêve toujours d'un pays préféré, l'un de la Suède, l'autre des Indes ; celui-ci de la Grèce et celui-là du Japon. Moi, je me sentais attiré vers l'Afrique par un impérieux besoin, par la nostalgie du Désert ignoré, comme par le pressentiment d'une passion qui va naître. Je quittai Paris le 6 juillet 1881. Je voulais voir cette terre du soleil et du sable en plein été, sous la pesante chaleur, dans l'éblouissement furieux de la lumière.
Au soleil - Maupassant