_just good enough

under the pressure of great expectations i have chosen to deliver something minor. two pages of my pocket sketchbook.  the magenta and grays are from before. red and green after.

_7000

came and went and i did nothing to earn it

_queen victoria

london is always sad and dangerous

even when i’m not drunk.

i stuck a chewed wad of gum

between the folds of a map

that once led me to you.

see,  i started a list, but it turns out

the places i’ve been

– i haven’t been.

may i never say yes again.

it is a burning yearning

may this ride never end.

_consider this a retainer

hang in there you guys!

_signing a contract (a conversation i really had with my landlord)

tell me shifra- do you work for the mosad? have you ever hypnotized anyone? why did you paint your room such a dark color? why did you take the smallest room? you’re a saint. isn’t she a saint? shifra, can i give you a couple of paintings to put up on your walls? oh, i see. i understand. do you need pillows? i have a couple of really good ones. ah. okay. when things go wrong on the plane – does the pilot ask you to make the announcement? your hand writing isn’t clear enough. i say this out of concern for your best interests. do you smoke? i think we need three guarantors this year. why? umm… because you’re all sisters. are you wearing contact lenses? you must be. i remember you with glasses. that’s a nice haircut! every time i see you you’re different. where do you see yourself in the history of the jewish people? say hi to your blond sister. i hope someday to meet your father.

_spf 25

sitting on the beach in tel aviv, i don’t know if i’m north or south. it’s after four, and i’ve oh-dee’d (indeed) on sunscreen. still i’m secretly hoping to catch a tan. the beach chairman lets us have four for the price of three. it’s amazing how far a well designed bikini top will get you. we brought cold beer but we didn’t bring a bottle opener. we eat cold watermelon. smoke too many cigarettes. a. looks at the sky. he knows the cmyk values for every shade of blue. i’m learning to love the sand on my skin and maybe the sun isn’t my enemy after all. i recognize the planes crossing the shoreline, 2 minutes to landing. for the moment i’m glad to be down here.

_my new box of crayons

_post post

i love hearing britney spears in a street market in bangkok. i love britney spears. i love tall buildings and fast trains and airplanes. i love being in three continents in one week. i love china town. i love n.y. the internet. wikipedia. spell check. i love t.v. and v.o.d. and i love coming soon to a theater near you. i love my ipod. my camera. i love my blog.

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