RECAP

soon.


(before hordes of tourists)

in short

Two weeks ago I fell violently in love with Prague.
Last week I was in Vienna. The Euro killed me but the art saved my life.
Then my friend from Rotterdam visited me this past weekend.
And now I'm in Tokyo.

Do you get it? I don't.

Hopefully next month I'll be in countrysides and Poland, and then the Swiss Alps.

i feel ya

"The opportunity that brought me to New York was a grant from the Asian Cultural Council to participate in a year-long residency at PS1 Contemporary Art Centre, as a representative of Japan."
-Chinese artist Cai Guo-Qiang, the Art Newspaper

I find myself in a similar situation everyday here.

saving grace

We're all in the same time zone now.

movie weekend

Last night I watched the Atonement in the theaters, because it's too hard to figure out whether or not a movie has Czech or English subtitles. Amid all the sexy scenes it struck me that it's been a while since any romantic thought had entered my mind. That is unlike me.
I think being abroad has made me wary of human relationships.
I am still awkwardly trying to cope with fast-forwarding so many friendships.
And to fall in love--or at least simple attraction--seems too easy
too cheap and too convenient.

I realized that I can fall in love with anyone.
Makes me wonder if I can learn to love anyone too.
Love is just not interesting anymore.
So are people too, I guess.

(And then I watched the Darjeeng Limited today, and it made me miss everyone at home.)

My side of the room:
This morning I cooked myself bacon, eggs, and toast with cheese. Breakfast is such a beautiful thing when you make the time to enjoy it.

Dormitory/hostel.

Down the street from the dormitory.

Further down the street.


As of the past week, I've escaped to this cafe to write, read my books, and use the wi-fi (internet in the dorm sucks) with not-so-cheap coffee. But seclusion in comfy chairs is worth it.

fat kids

The promised food post for my hungry friends


Goulash and sausage. I honestly eat sausage everyday. Pigs have never been so good to eat.


Potato dumplings with pork and spinach inside, and fried eidam cheese with mayo dipping sauce. I love it. Anyone who diets is a bitch.


Espresso or coffee everyday.


Sometimes salty crepes


Rarely hot chocolate.


Honey cake is good.


Cakes I'm always tempted to buy. (stole'd from Laureneeee)


At the local cafe/pastry shop I go to regularly. I've been taking risks hoping it will be right sometime. You think it looks good, but you're mistaken. what looks like chocolate really isn't.


But today was a success! Roloda čokoláda with a latte for a total of 48 crowns. Meaning $2.70 US. Bitch.

Once again I'm cornered by competent people
I can feel their confidence and conviction bore into my weaknesses
I'm jealous
because that's all I want too
To be guided by a blinding faith or passion, even for a short split second
Just enough for a decision to be made and an action to be taken
And I can't get over the insincerity of art
To process the act of living into a tangible language--it's almost sacrilegious.



I had my first life drawing class last week
The first time I've drawn anything in years to be honest
And I was met by towering drawing boards twice the size of me, armored by smug white sheets of paper
But I think I was fine,
because drawing brainlessly, dispassionately and pointlessly is probably right up my alley
I've lived my life half dead for so long, just give me something to do.
Quarter-life crisis
Duh