“It’s like there’s a gap. For the first couple years that you’re making stuff, what you’re making isn’t so good, okay … it’s not that great. It’s really not that great. It’s … it’s trying to be good, it has some ambition to be good, but it’s not quite that good. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game — your taste is still killer.”
Watch this, okay? Especially you creative types. It’s important.
I’m having dinner on my couch. The TV is blaring, my wine glass is full and there’s a pile of dishes waiting for me in the sink.
I’m so happy.
In my mind, they are still a couple, ‘mkay?
I took this last month during La Noche en Blanco (or the White Night?). If I remember correctly, all the museums were free after 6 pm. I didn’t get in because of the long lines.
I pretty much walked all of Madrid that night. I had just arrived so it was an awesome introduction to the city. Everyone was out that night and traffic was diverted off the main streets. I saw a naked man and a marching band. Both made me laugh.
I loved the red letters of this cafe, which by the way, holds an International Night on Wednesday where foreigners can show up to converse and practice a foreign language. I need to brush up on my French so as soon as I lose the scary cough, I’m going to find this place again.
I haven’t logged into Tumblr in more than a month. Just the thought of catching up with my timeline makes me light-headed because there is no way you can just go on without catching up. What if I missed something really good? Like, I don’t know, a video of a kitten playing the piano?
Anyway, Madrid has been awesome except for the fact that I caught swine flu! I’M NOT KIDDING.
I’ve spent the past 48 hours packing and my back hates me but there are three suitcases by the door. I’m moving to Madrid tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
p.s. I haven’t finished packing. Where did all these clothes come from?
Typewriter Cake
Off to the West Egg Shakey’s to grift some slow children out of their birthday money.
You should follow this man. Trust me on this one.
