My mind is racing. Leaving to go back to Rome tomorrow- having lunch AND breakfast tomorrow all before 1pm, will be in Rome the next time I go to bed, can’t wait to see the cats, thinking about my vespa, and my apartment and the new heat that has descended on the eternal city in my absence, thinking about friends, trying to think in Italian… I think I remember some, want to go back to school, want to make more friends, Max is going to live there now… wow. A real friend. A real live, on the level, old school, real deal FRIEND. In Rome… wow. It’s going to be different this time. Can’t wait. This time I go to Rome with a job, an apartment, friends to see, a vespa.. A LIFE. What a trip. I am excited. I feel alive. And nervous, and anxious, and relaxed… and just… AWAKE.
I can’t sleep.
NYC was great. Had a complete whirlwind- Vicki, TJ, grandpa, the Carter Family, friends in the village, echo’s in Grand Central, rain in Central park, hot dogs with kraut and mustard. What a town.
I gotta say I love this fucking city. I f there is any town for me in America right now it’s probably this one….
Who fucking knows anymore.
Had a really good time in the States. But it’s time to jump the puddle.
At least my flight is direct tomorrow.
Holy shit. I just checked my dashboard widget. It’s 71 degrees (F) at 6 am in Rome. That’s FUCKING HOT.
This is gonna get intense.
What can I say. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
UNTITLED
So I am once again on the east coast preparing to jump the puddle….
Leaving LA was decidedly weird. I really just kind of snuck out the back door, didn’t throw a party, didn’t call people to say goodbye, just kind hung close to home and then ran like hell to get out of there.
I went out with some friends on my “last Friday night in LA” and I left at midnight. Two beers, a lot of yawns later, I think I was bored. I don’t know what was happening. I think I just had my fill. The job was done, my was quota full, I was ready to go home now.
I think a part of me wished I had wanted to stay, would have been easier that way. Miss LA, decide to come home, I mean, It IS where my friends and family are… but, I’m just done there. At least for now. But I am really excited to be here in NYC, so I will hang out for a few days see some very special special friends, and then it is back to Roma…
Yee fucking haw.
Ps: fuck the spurs. (except you Horry, ok and Genobli, you two I am happy for…But the rest of Texas can fuck right off- sorry Price)
Leaving LA was decidedly weird. I really just kind of snuck out the back door, didn’t throw a party, didn’t call people to say goodbye, just kind hung close to home and then ran like hell to get out of there.
I went out with some friends on my “last Friday night in LA” and I left at midnight. Two beers, a lot of yawns later, I think I was bored. I don’t know what was happening. I think I just had my fill. The job was done, my was quota full, I was ready to go home now.
I think a part of me wished I had wanted to stay, would have been easier that way. Miss LA, decide to come home, I mean, It IS where my friends and family are… but, I’m just done there. At least for now. But I am really excited to be here in NYC, so I will hang out for a few days see some very special special friends, and then it is back to Roma…
Yee fucking haw.
Ps: fuck the spurs. (except you Horry, ok and Genobli, you two I am happy for…But the rest of Texas can fuck right off- sorry Price)
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
LA VS. ROMA
So I am leaving LA in a few days and I am starting to have all the requisite pangs of sadness and shit. It’s definitely easier on round two-I mean, this time I know where I am heading to and what to expect. I already have an apartment and a vespa, and a job, So it’s a lot less stressful this time. I thought I might not be sad at all- but, as it turns out, I am a little bit.
There so many pros and cons of each of these cities that I live in… and I do feel like I live in both. BOTH feel like home… can’t help it. I mean, for fuck sakes the weather in LA. Holy shit- IT REALLY IS BLISS. Right now it’s like 95 degrees and humid as hell in Rome and its 75 and breezy in LA. I mean, its ABSOLUTELY FUCKING GORGEOUS here…fuck man. While the rest of the world melts or freezes, LA shines on, delicious and lovely as ever. It gives you a feeling that you are somehow better than the rest of the world… like we get something right here.
Course I have that feeling in Rome too. Like we get something the rest of the world doesn’t. Because the food is better there, and the art is better and the sun somehow shines brighter there. I mean, don’t get me wrong, when I drove to work at 6am this morning Downtown LA was really beautiful all lit up by the sunrise.
There really is no difference in the WAY the light hits the buildings, it’s just that the building are so much fucking cooler in Rome.
But you know, LA has things like Sav-on all night pharmacy, and my dentist, and movies round the clock in ENGLISH, but Rome has Luigi my vespa, and people don’t talk about dieting all day. LA has my family and my friends, Rome is filled with strangers and people who don’t like Americans. LA is filled with Actors and aspiring filmmakers who only talk about themselves..
LA is filled with this group of people who are still spinning out the same party having the same conversation… the only thing different is their outfits. And even those are pretty interchangeable. I don’t have any REAL friends in Rome. All my friends are in LA (and NYC… ok, shit and Aspen…) And while all those people in LA are artists, they all feel so UNINSPIRED.
And I finally feel inspired in Rome.
But I don’t know by what.
Having time to be back and get a little perspective on my time in Rome. I have no idea what I am doing there. But I guess that’s fair- it has only been a few months. It’s not like I had it all figures out 5 months into LA. Or did I?
Come to think of it- 5 months into LA I had a car, and apartment, a job, a boyfriend, a cat ,a and a film. Kinda DID have it all figured out. But I was 21 and so ambitious and unjaded by life… now it’s like- fuck man- 29 and over it all.
Hmmmm.
The only thing I know. I mean really know- is that I have my two cats.
And THEY are my home. And right now they are in Rome. And so, that is where I’m headed.
There so many pros and cons of each of these cities that I live in… and I do feel like I live in both. BOTH feel like home… can’t help it. I mean, for fuck sakes the weather in LA. Holy shit- IT REALLY IS BLISS. Right now it’s like 95 degrees and humid as hell in Rome and its 75 and breezy in LA. I mean, its ABSOLUTELY FUCKING GORGEOUS here…fuck man. While the rest of the world melts or freezes, LA shines on, delicious and lovely as ever. It gives you a feeling that you are somehow better than the rest of the world… like we get something right here.
Course I have that feeling in Rome too. Like we get something the rest of the world doesn’t. Because the food is better there, and the art is better and the sun somehow shines brighter there. I mean, don’t get me wrong, when I drove to work at 6am this morning Downtown LA was really beautiful all lit up by the sunrise.
There really is no difference in the WAY the light hits the buildings, it’s just that the building are so much fucking cooler in Rome.
But you know, LA has things like Sav-on all night pharmacy, and my dentist, and movies round the clock in ENGLISH, but Rome has Luigi my vespa, and people don’t talk about dieting all day. LA has my family and my friends, Rome is filled with strangers and people who don’t like Americans. LA is filled with Actors and aspiring filmmakers who only talk about themselves..
LA is filled with this group of people who are still spinning out the same party having the same conversation… the only thing different is their outfits. And even those are pretty interchangeable. I don’t have any REAL friends in Rome. All my friends are in LA (and NYC… ok, shit and Aspen…) And while all those people in LA are artists, they all feel so UNINSPIRED.
And I finally feel inspired in Rome.
But I don’t know by what.
Having time to be back and get a little perspective on my time in Rome. I have no idea what I am doing there. But I guess that’s fair- it has only been a few months. It’s not like I had it all figures out 5 months into LA. Or did I?
Come to think of it- 5 months into LA I had a car, and apartment, a job, a boyfriend, a cat ,a and a film. Kinda DID have it all figured out. But I was 21 and so ambitious and unjaded by life… now it’s like- fuck man- 29 and over it all.
Hmmmm.
The only thing I know. I mean really know- is that I have my two cats.
And THEY are my home. And right now they are in Rome. And so, that is where I’m headed.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
"HOME"
ok-
So the fact that it has been about 100 years since I have blogged speaks volumes about my old life I think.
First of all, I have been working so much I can hardly deal. Unlike Rome where I spend about 2 to 3 hours DAILY writing, sitting, thinking, finding stillness, I hardly sit down to form a complete thought here in LA. And, truthfully, what’s the point of writing home when I am already here…
The good news is that I am working… I got an awesome string of jobs- so far I have worked on a Budweiser spot, a Nickelodeon promo, an MTV thing and next I do a Suzuki spot. The whole thing will take me thru the 24th of the month. Figure I stay a day or two after, do errands, then I’ll be in NYC from the 27th to the 30th. And then, finally, I will get to go home to Rome. Just in time for the heat, And I go back to work on the Monday, the 4th of July. Fuck.
It’s good to be home, weird, but good. It’s just weird because it feels so normal.
I’ve been super busy, when I am not working I am all over the place, staying at friends house, seeing people, going to shows, going out big time. Went down to San Diego for a night to see Zoë Foster run the marathon. Holy shit, she had never done it before and she ran the fucker in 4 hours 29 minutes... (which is really fucking fast by the way) It was amazing, and totally inspiring. She really kicked ass, it was fun times.
I finally went to this place the Olympic spa here in LA, which is an all ladies Korean spa that just fucking rocks.
And there have been lots of parties, and dinners and TV. Watched a fair amount of TV have to admit… and you know. It’s like life as usual here. My phone rings off the hook (it’s exhausting), I am over worked and over paid, and making time for happy hour with my brother and dinner with Mimi and Santi, and Chinese take out with Damaris…
It’s awesome. But hell man, I feel like I’ve stayed too long. I'm not going to want to say goodbye all over again. I am used to it again. I wanted to come home for two weeks, but because there is all this work, it’s like, fuck man just do it and now I am going to be here a month. Which is fine… but I miss Rome.
I miss Luigi my Vespa, I really miss my cats, and I miss the monuments. I miss the cobblestone, and lemoncello, and pints with expats. I miss driving around and looking at the coliseum. Traffic in LA sucks. At least traffic in Rome you have cool shit to look at…
But it’s fun to work again. Gotten a lot of work and it’s fun to do it. I had forgotten that I am good at it, and I like my job.
Anyway. Like I said not a whole lot to write home about, especially since I am already here. Or well, am I?
Is this what it means to be bi-continental? Everytime I find myself somewhere I wish I was in back in the other place? It's confusing. Seriously.
But it’s fun times. And that’s all I can ask for.
So the fact that it has been about 100 years since I have blogged speaks volumes about my old life I think.
First of all, I have been working so much I can hardly deal. Unlike Rome where I spend about 2 to 3 hours DAILY writing, sitting, thinking, finding stillness, I hardly sit down to form a complete thought here in LA. And, truthfully, what’s the point of writing home when I am already here…
The good news is that I am working… I got an awesome string of jobs- so far I have worked on a Budweiser spot, a Nickelodeon promo, an MTV thing and next I do a Suzuki spot. The whole thing will take me thru the 24th of the month. Figure I stay a day or two after, do errands, then I’ll be in NYC from the 27th to the 30th. And then, finally, I will get to go home to Rome. Just in time for the heat, And I go back to work on the Monday, the 4th of July. Fuck.
It’s good to be home, weird, but good. It’s just weird because it feels so normal.
I’ve been super busy, when I am not working I am all over the place, staying at friends house, seeing people, going to shows, going out big time. Went down to San Diego for a night to see Zoë Foster run the marathon. Holy shit, she had never done it before and she ran the fucker in 4 hours 29 minutes... (which is really fucking fast by the way) It was amazing, and totally inspiring. She really kicked ass, it was fun times.
I finally went to this place the Olympic spa here in LA, which is an all ladies Korean spa that just fucking rocks.
And there have been lots of parties, and dinners and TV. Watched a fair amount of TV have to admit… and you know. It’s like life as usual here. My phone rings off the hook (it’s exhausting), I am over worked and over paid, and making time for happy hour with my brother and dinner with Mimi and Santi, and Chinese take out with Damaris…
It’s awesome. But hell man, I feel like I’ve stayed too long. I'm not going to want to say goodbye all over again. I am used to it again. I wanted to come home for two weeks, but because there is all this work, it’s like, fuck man just do it and now I am going to be here a month. Which is fine… but I miss Rome.
I miss Luigi my Vespa, I really miss my cats, and I miss the monuments. I miss the cobblestone, and lemoncello, and pints with expats. I miss driving around and looking at the coliseum. Traffic in LA sucks. At least traffic in Rome you have cool shit to look at…
But it’s fun to work again. Gotten a lot of work and it’s fun to do it. I had forgotten that I am good at it, and I like my job.
Anyway. Like I said not a whole lot to write home about, especially since I am already here. Or well, am I?
Is this what it means to be bi-continental? Everytime I find myself somewhere I wish I was in back in the other place? It's confusing. Seriously.
But it’s fun times. And that’s all I can ask for.
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