Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always. I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly. I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. Today, with my sister staying with me from Australia, I'm going to walk down the east side and...
Alright. I think it's officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language. I'm settling into life, it's strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words - alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different. I was trying to explain this to my...
Namaste blah-g family... I'm back from Italy. It was literally everything. But first - shout out Japan. These days about 100 people come around here every day to see what's going on. And a lot of the people are from Japan... x o x I retuned from Italy on Tuesday night. I cannot, and probably don't have to, attempt to express what the trip meant to me. From Veroli to Sperlonga with a quick dip to Rome... it didn't matter where I was. It was who...
Well... I've been quiet for a minute. For four days... The word introspection is a gross understatement. I have this habit of writing in various journals at once. Due to my love affair with paper and ink, I can never pass up bringing home a new empty book that speaks to me. Yesterday, I picked up a journal I bought in Berlin - back around this time in 2011. I finished scribbling secrets about the amazing journey I'm about to embark on tomorrow...
I have never Skyped so much in my entire life. Tonight, during our second session of the day, the luthier and I pondered how our species ever survived without it. In a way, it doesn't feel like we've been separate for 32 days. Technology sort of washed that out with text messages and video chat. However, there is absolutely no replacement for the physical touch of your better half. Italy, I'm about it. The luthier is the only person I have...