Argonatika

"The principal event in his life, so far as we know, was the quarrel with his master Callimachus, which was most probably the cause of his condemnation at Alexandria and departure to Rhodes. This quarrel appears to have arisen from differences of literary aims and taste, but, as literary differences often do, degenerated into the bitterest personal strife."

Ah, the Greeks.

Red Again

All Together Now

Everyone in God Bless has arrived and everyone is really cool. Last night we had dinner together and made our first "creation," deciding how chores will be handled and what it means to be The Queen.

Also, as of this morning, I am writing from HOME. Internet is served.

The Universe Keeps Giving Me Reasons to Smile

What luck. I got to realize all over again, what a nice, well-adjusted, solid, interesting, interested group of friends I have surrounded myself with. What. Luck!

I'm about to curate my first scratch night and I have twice as many proposals as I need. Choice! Advertising!

My co-worker is using me as a test case to practice myofascial release. Screams! Release! Free bodywork!

I am eating, drinking and doing a few things that are making me a little miserable. Luckily, I have a nice group of blog readers that have loads tricks up their sleeves. What do you do to stop eating, drinking and doing things that make you feel bad?

In the meanwhile, I am listening to The Cure's "Doing the Unstuck" which makes me feel a little better.

Your Name Is Rumpelstiltskin

New flat, new name.

"God Bless"
White flowing robes, giving up your earthly name, a new terrifying ritual for our last flatmate

I'm afraid, dear reader, that I can't quite communicate how this name has more to do with friendliness, humor and cynicism than it does with any religious values. You'll have to take my word for it.

Welcome to God Bless.

Failed Attempts

I keep trying to be unhappy, but the universe keeps giving me reasons to smile. Also, if you ever get the chance, go see this play. Tim Crouch has done it again. Amazing.

Last Night of the 1-2

Marred only by A-Mo's absence, members of the 1-2 gathered at my new flat for a final potluck dinner at the Spanish Hour. Only after everyone arrived and old flatmates were meeting new flatmates and the house was full of warmth and happy, did I realize that it was also serving as a bitty bit of a housewarming, too.


Mock opened up her very expensive wine and we all had a glass. It tasted like gorgonzola cheese, no kidding. I wonder if they made the wine taste like cheese so you could have it with grapes.

Way too late became way too early and now I'm at work. What a surprise for my tired eyes, but the bright visage of Germany, back in town and living only blocks away! Add that to the nice letter and poem from England and I'm a happy bunny.