_leonard cohen

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i once flew to toronto by way of new york just because there was a rumor that leonard cohen was going to be playing at the illuminata festival. i soon realized it was going to be some kind of avant garde philip glass production. i still went with the hope that he would participate, somehow be on stage, or even just the thought that he would be in the audience. it took me a song and a half to realize i’d better get out of there. i was depressed and disappointed. i had come so far for beauty… maybe that’s why when i heard he was finally actually really going on tour, i didn’t go all out trying to be there. i missed the toronto concerts, so this left europe. i wasn’t sure i was up for the effort and the expense. then o. said – you will never remember what you did with those 300$. just go. so we did.

saturday at westerpark in amsterdam left me speechless. the location was perfect,
our timing was perfect (i got to be first in line! stood as close to the stage as was physically possible) leonard cohen was perfect. he ran on to stage (he’s almost 74!) looking wonderful. you know the look justin timberlake is trying? the suits? the hats? leonard invented that look. his voice, his smile, his powerful presence and the way he shares the stage and the credit with his musicians and vocalists. he’s my man.

_i’m just a fruit(cake)

a whole case of plums rolling down bezalel street in jerusalem.

right under my house. it’s a pleach.

_kiwi

today at westside market. i also saw a grape. it’s a fucking goldmine!

(i was sick in bed for three days. this is about all the excitement i got) (well, other than i.’s office party) (oh, and shopping my ass off with e.) (okay, i suck)

_tag a war

no, i don’t know html, but as it turns out i’m fluent in copy\paste. with a little help from my good friend a.

click on the creamy pea soup to see who’s it.

_tag

you’re it

_over exposed

the rain here isn’t sad like the rain in jerusalem. it’s big and warm and dirty.

_still life in bangkok

last time i was here i ate the banana. it tasted like sperm. this time i didn’t even unwrap the fruit.

_lost in translation

_my favourite filter

j. says it’s time to make room for new mistakes.

_confucius say

getting work done on an old tattoo is like having sex with your ex. you don’t have to count it again.