hawaiithefucknot was, as predicted, strange. i spent most of the week sleeping on a quiet beach on the north shore of oahu, polishing off the copy edit of my book with the assistance of some awful coffee, and reading the delightful 'gould's book of fish' between bouts of mock-snorkeling (holding my breath, wearing goggles). there were some excellent fish. i saw a sea snake. hardly anyone bothered me, which was nice. it was a very relaxing working environment.
the main beach in central honolulu was the site of ritual human sacrifices until the 1920s.
the copy edit has arrived in queensland and apparently that was the last i will see of my anchor until the proofs arrive. i hope the relaxment didn't hurt it - bit hard to have a work ethic when you're lying on a beach, as so many australians are no doubt aware.
the manuscript weighed in at 2lbs 9oz. i feel lighter by at least twice that, and freed up for other projects. of course i have a few pots on the boil as we speak, but nothing too work-like; after all i am still island hopping. on whidbey this time, a pleasant haven in puget sound. the beaches are negligible, but i have swum in a lake.
found object haiku from the plane into seattle (son and father):
'I wonder how
it went all islandy?'
'Nature.'
nature indeed. there are deer and squirrels and woodpeckers and bald eagles and pockets of nearly old growth forest. and orcas, which i haven't seen. and humans, but not too many (i'm told the infestation of flags for friday's ritual yee-haw was much less offensive than on the mainland). the main attractions here are my wonderful seppo kin and their psychic baby. we are having three years' worth of conversations. we are nature hiking and playing and crafting epic embroidery projects and preparing for a gathering in colorado (more on that later). i feel quite at home here and not at all inclined to go traipsing off just yet but there are adventures to be had and new steps to learn. i keep dreaming of red shoes. something about dancing i reckon.
the conversations comparing indigenous politics in our respective nations are making me want to read more history. i also wish some of these U-S-americans had paid more attention in history class. they are apparently building scary concentration camps all over the place. this seems to be common knowledge.
ah, land of paranoid nightmares come true. fortunately the economy's going to hell in a handbasket so the government will probably disappear into its own sinkhole of incompetence before they figure out how to use these mad superwoomeras. wishful thinking perhaps... i'm all for it.
the main beach in central honolulu was the site of ritual human sacrifices until the 1920s.
the copy edit has arrived in queensland and apparently that was the last i will see of my anchor until the proofs arrive. i hope the relaxment didn't hurt it - bit hard to have a work ethic when you're lying on a beach, as so many australians are no doubt aware.
the manuscript weighed in at 2lbs 9oz. i feel lighter by at least twice that, and freed up for other projects. of course i have a few pots on the boil as we speak, but nothing too work-like; after all i am still island hopping. on whidbey this time, a pleasant haven in puget sound. the beaches are negligible, but i have swum in a lake.
found object haiku from the plane into seattle (son and father):
'I wonder how
it went all islandy?'
'Nature.'
nature indeed. there are deer and squirrels and woodpeckers and bald eagles and pockets of nearly old growth forest. and orcas, which i haven't seen. and humans, but not too many (i'm told the infestation of flags for friday's ritual yee-haw was much less offensive than on the mainland). the main attractions here are my wonderful seppo kin and their psychic baby. we are having three years' worth of conversations. we are nature hiking and playing and crafting epic embroidery projects and preparing for a gathering in colorado (more on that later). i feel quite at home here and not at all inclined to go traipsing off just yet but there are adventures to be had and new steps to learn. i keep dreaming of red shoes. something about dancing i reckon.
the conversations comparing indigenous politics in our respective nations are making me want to read more history. i also wish some of these U-S-americans had paid more attention in history class. they are apparently building scary concentration camps all over the place. this seems to be common knowledge.
ah, land of paranoid nightmares come true. fortunately the economy's going to hell in a handbasket so the government will probably disappear into its own sinkhole of incompetence before they figure out how to use these mad superwoomeras. wishful thinking perhaps... i'm all for it.
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how good is that book? i found it interesting that english passengers, goulds book AND deadwood all detail dead bodies being fed to pigs. i guess it must be true the huh?
keep collecting stories and pictures for your return slide show!!
aggyk xx
yes the pickled heads occur in both tassie books also - so that's probably true. actually, most of the horrible stuff you can think of doing to people has already been done.
keep building a cinema truck and i'll do my best to comply... thus far i'm all about embroidered narratives. so analog.
JEN! hey luna here, has been a while... was thinking of you and reading your travel poems again recently and just now trying to email you-unsuccessfully, came across your website, cool, and want to hear some news... and also solicit some writing from you! Email me pls.. luna.dolezal@gmail.com.
am in ireland (again) living in dublin, long story, can't remember where we left off.. x
Hey those photos are embarrising, mostly the one with the map. So to creap ya out your blog is my new home page.
shoot, i better update this thing more regular then.
ps you can creep me out anytime. missin ya
hiya jen..Konzentrationslager
suburbia is just a metamorphosis, i once came across a paper on this when looking for the origins of the word lager..funny.....
spelt it wrong too, don't ya just love the way google says 'did you mean....' to correct your spelling
'konzentrationslager'....did you (really) mean 'shopping centres in your area' er...no but thanks for the tip! those camp page links are terrifying...1/2 mil nutfactory in alasaka? shesh..somehow i think these would be amazing as well as horrific, there must have potential revolutionary as well as being nullifying spaces, scale is everything where change is concerned...or am i under-estimating the brave new world..probably the latter..hawaii sounded great, you do get around this old globe...love francis, hmmm why aren't you blogger these last few weeks.....continue transmission pls...xx francis
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