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June 24, 2003 : oh my
Well one would have thought that such a journal that had been so personally inspiring to write (inspiring myself! certainly not others!) wouldn't end up so back-burnered. On the otherhand, had I been as busy as I have been the last couple of weeks during the whole "26th year" well I probably wouldn't have written much at all! (not the nearly 340+ entries!) Now back to the "daily" sort of entries... Today I woke up early and called (in Dutch) a number to see if I could work on the set of a BBC documentary. My dear friend Agnes told me about it last night (midnight) and said that it was still open when she called yesterday, but that they needed someone with a car. (I qualify!) Much to my dismay, it had already been taken. Damn! Wouldn't the letters BBC look great on a resume?!? Besides it was by the seaside! Oh well. Then I set myself to emailing most of the people that have emailed me in the last few days--a freelance training position in Brussels, a place where I had my exhibition next week because I still have their keys, a job prospect in the states, the guy at the gallery where I'm going to do "the 26th year" next week, and the list goes on and on. At 11 I headed out to the car to head off to CVO in Hoboken to find out what is in store on Saturday when I find myself double-booked for part of the same "show" in two locations. Wow! After that, I headed to Ikea and Brico to buy material and wood to make a screen for the portion of the double-booked "show" in Brussels at Argos. I tried my Dutch at every turn as Eva and I are attempting to speak practically as much Dutch as English at home/out on the town. Unfortunately/fortunately, I had no idea what the checkout girl at Brico was saying. I made her repeat it 3 times and then finally she spoke slowly and chose her words. She was only asking if that was "all I had" and my answer was "yes." :) I stood there crossing my fingers that my bankcard would work. I only needed it for 6 Euro...to which it worked like a charm. I came home, packed up my bike and headed to Del Haize to get items for a surprise dinner with Eva. I'm very confident of the fact that she won't read this before the surprise as she is either slaving away at work (a particularly gigantic job on her plate at the moment) or on her way home. Let me let everyone in on the plan. I've made a nice falafel and cold pasta-salad with veggies and since it's a gorgeous evening, I think we'll head on over to the Schelde and soak up the sun a bit. We haven't relaxed like this in what seems like months and months. Our house is a total wreck with shoe-bags and slide projectors and exhibition plans taking up the nooks and crannies that would ordinarly be someone orderly. Our tv still has the words "Neither is this" written on the screen and everything looks like it's sitting on the floor where it should be sitting on, I don't know, something. :) (bedside-tables currently sitting in Eva's mother's garage.) The funny thing is, I know what her reaction is going to be..."Oh, I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want to go out..." and then when we do, well she'll quickly retract those initial thoughts. Last week I packed up candles so we could sit and have a "candlelight dinner" while changing slides during the exhibit. She went on and on about how she didn't want to eat at the location, she wanted to eat in a restaurant...and then she sort of got it, that I had something planned. :) As it is only early evening, there are perhaps more stories lurking in the remaining hours in the day, therefore I'll simply say, perhaps more later... If not, well IN THE NEWS: |