around the world in 80 ways

I haven't written for a long time because I felt it a useless and trivial endeavour. I must have been busy. Or more to the point. I guess I have time on my hands and so I'll spin a bit of it out by typing.
Glad I took that option in grade 9.

I'm back from a month in the Czech Republic. 2 weeks in Spain. 4 days in London. And one afternoon in Morroco.

In Czech I was living in a small town south of Prague. An artist residency.
Where I lived, with 30 or so other artists in the attic of a medival flower mill.

God I love how my life sounds sometimes. I'd be totally jealous if it wasn't happening to me!
(See eastvanreclab.blogspot.com)

The German and I are friends, for those of you who were wondering. That warm kind of friendship that can only result after a really clear and direct sexual liason that was had for both fun and profit. But friends now and both of us are better for having been together. As are others somewhat involved in the scenario.

I've decided to become a performance artist. Well I've always sort've been a performance artist, but I've been dogged by narrative and now I'm disobligating, unyoking myself from this particular restraint.
We'll see what happens.

And tomorrow I drive south for 3 hours to see a man I think I fell in love with in Prague. After 10 minutes. A Bosnian.
I'm doing the eastern block.

See what I mean about my life.
This is what happens when you don't concern yourself with making money or growing up.

Hope you're well.

me