Somewhere between the Japan-born Norwegian/American woman joking with me about the Minnesoooooota accent and the Siberian wood-processing machinery sales dude living and working just a half hour away from me, it quietly hit me that though I have never met any of the maybe 30-some people cozying up this nabe party, I have not felt this comfortable ( Read more... )

Last day of the foreign artists exhibition: A half-Japanese middle schooler, at the gentle urging of her Australian mum, talked shyly with me about one of my drawrings this morning. The one with the person lying down before a twisting tree, veins and arteries flowering out of his / her chest, some plugging into the tree itself. Mystery-hand reaches ( Read more... )

If I don't have swine flu by the end of this week, I will know without a doubt that I am a mutant with natural immunity.

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Halloween: done got brung, Bowie-style. On Friday the pub-going public was enthralled by my musical codpiece. Yes, musical. My first-gen video iPod and mini-speakers were stuffed in there, blasting The Rise and Fall of Ziggy ( Read more... )