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on the first of march i woke up at a reasonable two p.m in the freezing cold and mentoned to one of the polish squatters i'm staying with that it was the first day of spring. 'oh, that's not til the 22nd,' he said, 'astrologically speaking. and careful not to put your feet on the ground like that. you can damage.' so i pulled on my boots and went out into the freakish cold snap that amsterdam has put on specially for me.

okay it was fun to throw snowballs and make snow people and get all mystical about the fractal patterns and walk in the fluffy stuff for a bit but now it's turned the streets into slippery slides of doom and it's not entirely pleasant wondering if i will be able to feel my hands again.

i am enjoying hanging out with the little sydney transplant (only more effective and in bigger nicer buildings) though it was a bit of a shock at first. i forgot how to have conversations. i remembered. hence this blog is a little on the short side... also cause i'm not really up to much here. waiting (indoors when i can) for my latest cash flow crisis to resolve itself and making some good reconnections. lookin at art, dance, movies, dumpsters. making a new zine.

much respect to the mac fields rioters and anyone pushing the fascists back a bit. we have a long way to go but you gotta throw it one brick at a time. cheers.