This was one of the coldest demonstrations I've ever had the pleasure to be part of. Not easy to get to either, the cops clodes off the Eastside and somehow there was hardly any public transportation to Midtown either. But we all had a great time circling around the barricades that kept us from the UN. I particularely liked the red-white-blue girls with the missile-dildos. Did I just see myself on TV? Rather challenging for a claustrophobe, there were times where the police would yell: "Onto the Sidewalk!" And the sidewalk would yell silently: "No, I'm full!"
But an impressive event in any case.

Valentine's day in the East Village and a Friday, what a zoo. Even the Tibetan place was crowded. Ended up having bad sushi at a noisy place with 5 guys and one girl at the other table, one French fellow in particulare being extremely brilliant, funny and annoying. But I can't stop thinking of the guy who had the granade up his butt. How would you detonate? Did he have a little string hanging from his ass? Is that how they caught him? I'm glad I naver sat next to somebody on the airplane when they detonated their intestines.

Wouldn't it be funny if the terrorists accidently bombed the peace demonstrations tomorrow? Or even funnier: If the government bombed the peace march and blamed it on the terrorists. Either way, I don't think I'll be marching in those boots yet. Maybe next war.

Honestly, I was just looking for a hat, it is freezing outside (yes I know, Minneapolis is worse) but I accidently stumbled into several serious winter sale situations...e.g.it's Barney's Wearhouse sale again in Chelsea.....At the end of the day I emerged with--not a hat, but a pair of significantly price reduced boots. Not cowboy boots (which by the way are NOT cheap), I simply couldn't make it to the door in them....I tried.
Now I need a belt, though. I think I got my low-rise jeans too big, so they always feel like their sliding down. This fashion thing is turning out to be quite demanding.

I've been talking a lot. People probably think I'm weird. But I think I'm just trying to stay inside stores longer, so I can warm up a bit before I go back out into the cold. Therefore I involve harmless store personnel in pointless conversations. All this happens unconsciously, mind you, it is not preconceived! I wonder if that's what old age is about.
The NewYork Press sure is getting tough on Germany and France. According to the article France is siding up with Germany to regain lost ancient glory and Germany is using France to hide its own nationalist agenda. Germany as part of the "Gang of Three", France an addition to the "axis of evil". Right on!
Well, I hope you all go demonstrate on Saturday. I will.

Today has marked a change in my life that must be considered significant. I purchased my first pair of low-rise jeans. After having spent hours and days trying to find regular jeans with proper pockets (somehow women's pants don't get to have proper pockets) I broke down and bought this pair, 50% off, whatever.... I think that in general I am getting closer to discovering the secrets of the generation that I'm hypothetically part of. I was told that the reason my underwear is showing in low-rise jeans is just because I made the mistake of wearing any. Call me oldfashioned, but I prefer to keep soft and warm fabric between sensitive genitals and sturdy denim. Especially in winter. So I'm covering all low-rise aspects of my new pants with a long shirt and I try not to bend down to low, I need to practice bending without having the pants fall off. I guess I should spend a few hours in front of a mirror and determine at what angles my but becomes exposed...
Maybe I'll venture out tomorrow and get a pair of high-heel cowboy boots. I think I'm finally getting it. Come summer I'll shave my legs.

These mice actually evicted me from my bedroom. I know I should have asserted myself, I am the human. But it was so hard to find them, they're very small. They made really LOUD "somebody is behind the wall looking for something" noises, I don't know how they do it. First I yelled at my roommate. He didn't answer, he wasn't there.
Sorry, but 3 am that's just a little too much. Better get some food, so they stay busy in the kitchen. So I can get some sleep before the westnile-mosquitos are back.

In general, one shouldn't compare places, because they're different places. But that doesn't really make sense either. Anyway, I feel like comparing New York and Los Angeles. One thing is for sure, LA is a lot warmer and the light and the colors are amazing. But in New York I can walk around and take public transportation (if it isn't under construction ot something). The produce in LA is better and cheaper, it's a little cheaper in general. People in LA are ridiculously friendly unless they have no car, in which case they're probably crazy and dangerous. I don't have a car either (but I really don't live in LA). People are beautiful in a yogic kind of way and very blond and young even when they're in their late 60s. Here in NY people are more interested in themselves, not so much in how others perceive them. And maybe in LA everyone is on speed or Cocain. And a star, of course. I like LA. Glad to be back in NY.