ok, i think if i could smell i would notice i am emanating eau de garlique but i do have to admit i feel better. thanks yemi!

i got out of my sleepless bed at 5 this morning, caught the subway to the train with my big new super rolly suitcase and my new wrap on, feeling cold but somehow like i could trick myself into feeling like an elegant traveler. do y’all ever have delusions of elegance?

on the subway i had some more chills and really needed to sneeze but realized i had no tissue so spent a long time making the face of someone not trying to sneeze - the anti-elegant! on the train i passed out  open mouthed and obstinately not wanting anyone to sit next to me, and that was nice. je suis une ass. last night i couldn’t sleep at all, not sure why, just kept running through all manner of things in my head, particularly the new sci-fi book i am developing. i pitched the initial concept to these publishing folks who have been asking me about a book and they said interesting, flesh it out, which is very exciting…its a nutty sort of idea, mixes real interviews and politics with a fictional parallel world and premise, sort of. it makes very happy to think about. hopefully oprah doesn’t find it proper to ever yell at me about this book…

now i am at the end of my first day at the new organizing institute learning to run campaigns. intense!

a ghost i had written off wrote back. my memory of his high quality verbal antics make me more than willing to be a bit  haunted. 

have i mentioned that on a scale of 1-10, someone who makes me giggle on the phone, by aim or email, always scores a 12? this is the way the heartbreaker has made it back to full friend status after all this time. and he’s really in the green this time, a stressless fun. ca-ra-zy!

and cali-seth i did not get you sick! i hope. gosh, that would be horrible…yet kind of awesome in terms of the transnational possibilities speaking of which, i finally got my copy of the vanity fair tom ford’s hollywood issue. what a sheer delight. i love the sienna miller shot best of all i think. that’s the mode i’m gettin to…all kinds of transnational things happened to me perusing the spread. while it may not be reflected in my daily gear, i LOVE high fashion and perfect photographs. vanity fair is the only magazine right now i read cover to cover, its got all the contradictions i like, political critique with hollywood indulgence, pop art, they even tried to cover hip-hop! and high art which i only like at a distance, not when surrounded by ‘artists’, and grimy well written debate and the editor in chief is bordering on a gangsta deconstruction of the bush deuce era.

oh and jen sent me something a while ago that made me feel good inside, though i work very hard, but i think this captures the essence of what i do. i wanted to share it with you…i am a downshifter!

orig. U.S.    Brit. /

danft/, U.S. /danftr/, /danfdr/  [< DOWNSHIFT v. + -ER¹.]   

    A person who adopts a less pressured and demanding career or lifestyle, esp. one who accepts a reduced income in pursuit of personal fulfilment.   

1990 U.S. News
& World Rep.
31 Dec. 84/2 In the 1980s there were fast-trackers. In 1991 they will
be ‘downshifters’, who reinvent success by shunning career-track jobs
with good promotion prospects for jobs that allow more flexible hours
and more time for family and community. 1995 J. B. SCHOR Overworked Amer. vi. 164 ‘Downshifters’those who reject high-powered, demanding jobs in order to gain more control over their livesmay be the latest trendsetters. 1999 Independent 1 June (Open Eye Suppl.) 12/1 In extreme cases they become ‘downshifters’, distancing themselves from consumer society.

enjoy your weekend. i no get one but i am feeling better! kisses