some strange desire
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yamamanamaI found two Indonesian coins along with a few US coins. One of them is 100 rupiah and has a picture of a kakaktua (indonesian equivalent of sic, whatever that is) raja (Probosciger aterrimus) on one side and a garuda on the other, while one of them is 100 rupia and has a picture of Prof. Dr. Ir. HERMAN JOHANNES, who worked in alternative fuels and sabotaging Dutch military.
They feel flimsy, almost unreal. Maybe Indonesia has different standards.
Erin has her hair in a bun the color of violets and a tattoo of a red flower on her wrist. Jess has multiple ear piercings and bracelets.
I saw the man with the lovecraftian cat hat and the nude woman tattoo and learned that his name is Felix. He sang the theme to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
A man had a tattoo of an eye, a man with a twisted wood staff, a compass rose with S, S, C, and W, which is personal to him.
Jackelyn Dacanay, which is Ilocano and of unknown origin, was selling jewelry, not stuff she made but unwanted or unsellable stuff she acquired.
Hannah of The Sunset Kings was there, not performing, and so was her friend Marina, who has abyssopelagic black hair and a necklace of interlocked chain links with a pendant at the end and some writing in French tattooed on her arm.
Ed Koban, who is Kanien’kehá:ka, played flute and told us a folk tale about a young Kiowa boy who could run faster than anyone else and jump higher and shoot crickets out the sky with his bow but couldn’t impress a girl he liked, so he went into the woods and a woodpecker was making holes in a tree branch and he heard whistling from it, so he wanted it, but the woodpecker was like “NO! YOU MUST LEARN PATIENCE” and after many days, he made a flute and got the girl.
I found something similar. It’s like Ancient Greece: every group of people is going to have their own twist on the legend of the Love Flute.
He played a double flute which is also used in Greece, Serbia, Bulgaria, India, and Russia.
NyaLi is Singaporean, and her band includes people from Poland and Costa Rica and Vietnam and Puerto Rico. She has a tattoo of the Very Hungry Caterpillar and of a butterfly and of the Giving Tree, and of hugging arms. Amazingly, she didn’t compare my art to Shel Silverstein. She sang a duet with a guy from Bahrain, a wistful song about going back home.
Nicole has a turtle pendant.
The Pat Braxton Band played tributes to Billie Holliday and Frank Sinatra.
Yoham Ortiz would play the guitar with a piece of paper inserted behind the strings to give it a twangy buzzy effect, and he played in a style from the northern Dominican Republic, a lament for refugees combining Brazilian fado with American blues.
Coley Virgo is a Rhythm&Pop singer of Jamaican descent who played an Adele song, Rolling in the Deep, which I’ve only ever heard played on the ukulele, and a Sia song, Chandelier.
Los Ciegos del Barrio played various forms of Latin rock hybrids.
Nicholas Emden played Chilean-style folk rock.
A woman had skeleton earrings.
I took handwritten notes and I told her that my handwriting is the equivalent of a Kerry accent.
Rachel says there probably isn’t a market for counterfeit rupiah, especially something of such a low denomination. 100 rupiah is a little over half of 1 US cent. She thought about biting into the coin to test it but I told her that it might not be a good idea because I found them on the Braintree station platform.
Andrea was born on July 16 and has tattoos of a sword and roses and a peering eye, a wolf, the words “chi pasika” (I think) which is Pali, and I couldn’t tell because it was written in Latin annd not in the Devanagari script, although if it was, I’d probably guess Hindi or Sanskrit instead, and a UFO above trees and mountains.
They were eating a Jamaican vegetable curry and seitan something.
Earlier, I had some of that rice and elbow macaroni stuff from that Egyptian food truck and later than that, I had a Red Fortress wrap, which is spicy tandoori chicken, lettuce, and spicy mint chutney.
Despite not being a visual artist, Andrea knows what I'm getting at when I say that I wish I could carry around colored pens and pencils with me.
I said I wanted to show her my colored works but my iPod wasn't cooperating. Rachel said it was probably a mixture of the fact that it's ancient and the heat and humidity, and she says her phone occasionally stops working but she's never really thought about the environmental conditions when it does happen.
Rachel, who is part-Indian, says that most Indians speak Hindi. I’ve heard Tamil but she hasn’t. I’ve also heard Sinhala but they’re not from India.
I said that from what I’ve heard about Indian cuisine, the further north you go, the hotter it gets, and I think that might be more or less true with the weather, because the Tropic of Cancer cuts through India just south of where Pakistan and Bangladesh meet the Indian Ocean.
She doesn’t find Thai spicy.
Rachel’s goal in life is to visit every continent, including Antarctica, and she says she’s visited 3 1/2: the obvious North America, the somewhat-obvious-from-conversations-about-Kerry-accents-and-cuisine Europe, and the less obvious Africa, specifically, Morocco, along with Istanbul, which is in Asia but barely. I said I’ll count it as Asia so she doesn’t have to go schlepping off to Afghanistan or Turkmenistan or whatever.
My advice to anyone contemplating visiting Yemen: Don’t visit Yemen. If you simply must visit Yemen, visit Aden, not Sana’a. You know, the place where they don’t have “kill the Jews” on their flag.
I said that with the travel ban, I doubt we’re going to see Yemeni cuisine in the future. She likes Moroccan a lot.
She says that there is a lot more Indonesian food in The Netherlands. She said the seafood wasn’t bad in Iceland.
It’s probably before they fermented it.
Rachel wanted to visit Croatia and almost went there and to Bosnia and Herzegovina, but it ended up getting canceled. She didn't know about the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb then but is very interested now. She's been to Budapest briefly. She wants to see the Mayan languages and wondered how I recognized Mayan.
I’m disappointed that I didn’t fill up the sketchbook. Part of it is because I counted the pages wrong. Part of it is because the four people I had in mind didn't get on that train possibly because it was so crowded and so I spent most of the ride home reading Primavera, which is beautifully written and reminds me of the story of Persephone and is unclear if it's set in an environmentally degraded fantasyland or in an environmentally degraded but magically realistic future Earth and sweating like Roger Ebert.
burning question: Can we exile these fuckers* in exchange for asylum seekers?
By this, I mean anyone involved with spreading Qanon and Pizzagate.
They feel flimsy, almost unreal. Maybe Indonesia has different standards.
Erin has her hair in a bun the color of violets and a tattoo of a red flower on her wrist. Jess has multiple ear piercings and bracelets.
I saw the man with the lovecraftian cat hat and the nude woman tattoo and learned that his name is Felix. He sang the theme to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
A man had a tattoo of an eye, a man with a twisted wood staff, a compass rose with S, S, C, and W, which is personal to him.
Jackelyn Dacanay, which is Ilocano and of unknown origin, was selling jewelry, not stuff she made but unwanted or unsellable stuff she acquired.
Hannah of The Sunset Kings was there, not performing, and so was her friend Marina, who has abyssopelagic black hair and a necklace of interlocked chain links with a pendant at the end and some writing in French tattooed on her arm.
Ed Koban, who is Kanien’kehá:ka, played flute and told us a folk tale about a young Kiowa boy who could run faster than anyone else and jump higher and shoot crickets out the sky with his bow but couldn’t impress a girl he liked, so he went into the woods and a woodpecker was making holes in a tree branch and he heard whistling from it, so he wanted it, but the woodpecker was like “NO! YOU MUST LEARN PATIENCE” and after many days, he made a flute and got the girl.
I found something similar. It’s like Ancient Greece: every group of people is going to have their own twist on the legend of the Love Flute.
He played a double flute which is also used in Greece, Serbia, Bulgaria, India, and Russia.
NyaLi is Singaporean, and her band includes people from Poland and Costa Rica and Vietnam and Puerto Rico. She has a tattoo of the Very Hungry Caterpillar and of a butterfly and of the Giving Tree, and of hugging arms. Amazingly, she didn’t compare my art to Shel Silverstein. She sang a duet with a guy from Bahrain, a wistful song about going back home.
Nicole has a turtle pendant.
The Pat Braxton Band played tributes to Billie Holliday and Frank Sinatra.
Yoham Ortiz would play the guitar with a piece of paper inserted behind the strings to give it a twangy buzzy effect, and he played in a style from the northern Dominican Republic, a lament for refugees combining Brazilian fado with American blues.
Coley Virgo is a Rhythm&Pop singer of Jamaican descent who played an Adele song, Rolling in the Deep, which I’ve only ever heard played on the ukulele, and a Sia song, Chandelier.
Los Ciegos del Barrio played various forms of Latin rock hybrids.
Nicholas Emden played Chilean-style folk rock.
A woman had skeleton earrings.
I took handwritten notes and I told her that my handwriting is the equivalent of a Kerry accent.
Rachel says there probably isn’t a market for counterfeit rupiah, especially something of such a low denomination. 100 rupiah is a little over half of 1 US cent. She thought about biting into the coin to test it but I told her that it might not be a good idea because I found them on the Braintree station platform.
Andrea was born on July 16 and has tattoos of a sword and roses and a peering eye, a wolf, the words “chi pasika” (I think) which is Pali, and I couldn’t tell because it was written in Latin annd not in the Devanagari script, although if it was, I’d probably guess Hindi or Sanskrit instead, and a UFO above trees and mountains.
They were eating a Jamaican vegetable curry and seitan something.
Earlier, I had some of that rice and elbow macaroni stuff from that Egyptian food truck and later than that, I had a Red Fortress wrap, which is spicy tandoori chicken, lettuce, and spicy mint chutney.
Despite not being a visual artist, Andrea knows what I'm getting at when I say that I wish I could carry around colored pens and pencils with me.
I said I wanted to show her my colored works but my iPod wasn't cooperating. Rachel said it was probably a mixture of the fact that it's ancient and the heat and humidity, and she says her phone occasionally stops working but she's never really thought about the environmental conditions when it does happen.
Rachel, who is part-Indian, says that most Indians speak Hindi. I’ve heard Tamil but she hasn’t. I’ve also heard Sinhala but they’re not from India.
I said that from what I’ve heard about Indian cuisine, the further north you go, the hotter it gets, and I think that might be more or less true with the weather, because the Tropic of Cancer cuts through India just south of where Pakistan and Bangladesh meet the Indian Ocean.
She doesn’t find Thai spicy.
Rachel’s goal in life is to visit every continent, including Antarctica, and she says she’s visited 3 1/2: the obvious North America, the somewhat-obvious-from-conversations-about-Kerry-accents-and-cuisine Europe, and the less obvious Africa, specifically, Morocco, along with Istanbul, which is in Asia but barely. I said I’ll count it as Asia so she doesn’t have to go schlepping off to Afghanistan or Turkmenistan or whatever.
My advice to anyone contemplating visiting Yemen: Don’t visit Yemen. If you simply must visit Yemen, visit Aden, not Sana’a. You know, the place where they don’t have “kill the Jews” on their flag.
I said that with the travel ban, I doubt we’re going to see Yemeni cuisine in the future. She likes Moroccan a lot.
She says that there is a lot more Indonesian food in The Netherlands. She said the seafood wasn’t bad in Iceland.
It’s probably before they fermented it.
Rachel wanted to visit Croatia and almost went there and to Bosnia and Herzegovina, but it ended up getting canceled. She didn't know about the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb then but is very interested now. She's been to Budapest briefly. She wants to see the Mayan languages and wondered how I recognized Mayan.
I’m disappointed that I didn’t fill up the sketchbook. Part of it is because I counted the pages wrong. Part of it is because the four people I had in mind didn't get on that train possibly because it was so crowded and so I spent most of the ride home reading Primavera, which is beautifully written and reminds me of the story of Persephone and is unclear if it's set in an environmentally degraded fantasyland or in an environmentally degraded but magically realistic future Earth and sweating like Roger Ebert.
burning question: Can we exile these fuckers* in exchange for asylum seekers?
By this, I mean anyone involved with spreading Qanon and Pizzagate.
