second half

sipping the changchang eating the momo : uphill lhasa : tibet 2004 : strips and notes and slabs of parts of other places and other faces pasted on this hallway wall in this tibetan momo-for-your-love second storey cafe ... bits of other lives passing through one place and leaving memories outstretched, random like lint ... a trace, a picture, a note to meet, a coin, a promise.

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Today is the first day of the second half of the year. I know you know. I just want you to know that I know too. YIKES!! What is the sum of the first half of this year ... running from India, escaping the Tsunami by days in SE Asia ... waterskiing and sunshine and horse races and pubbing and mates in Australia ... sailing a white-white yacht from Bali to Vanimo ... travelling the whole Highlands Highway across PNGs interior and getting held hostage ... starting the first real job of my life ... learning how to drive ... making friends with my family (after playing absent long-lost daughter since I was in a training bra) ... and really just feeling like it's all back at square one for ricebag. Ai yi yi yi yi yi yi.

What will the next 6 months bring?

I hope they bring a permanent home, a driving licence, a practicing licence, a boyfriend, a pay increase, white goods, wooden furniture, white linen ... UO OH!!! Ricebag is starting to sound ... like other people - normal people! What is going on!!

Never fear. Knowing ricebag as well as I do, her ability to draw hectic all over the straight lines means it's never going to be a flat or an easy ride. But it does belong to her - all the fuck-ups; all the heartbreaks; all the beauty; all the kindnesses; all the things shared; all the bits of her given away in gladness; all the things said that can't be unsaid ... all that stuff, all the stuff done and kicked into motion and ground into being and dreamt into film or into smoke ... ricebag is doing it all because she is the engineer of her year.