Okay, I know I haven't been updating you, blog, nearly as much as you deserve, my faithful friend, but you know what they say: sometimes there's too much life going on for ink. Or I'm just being lazy :P

Yesterday the three hot chicks and I offed for a short road-trip to Ikea, where General gave me a humble budget to waste on things that will bring soul to my future kitchen. Mostly crates, jars and railings with hooks. After I paid it all and still had 40 bucks to burn, I additionally bought a cute retro sieve and a trio of home-grown spices you plant and water and supposedly grow. Normally any plant I ever tried to work with died after a few days, but perhaps these will survive long enough to become weed.

Regarding literature, Drej is doing most of writing between us – she is working on her adult urban fiction and I am slowly, if surely, adding to the pile of draft notes that is the third chapter of Goose, which is still in idle running. But neither the General's thesis nor any substantial writing of Goose has commenced since my return, nor will they, I reckon, until the kitchen is finished, as I cannot hold two of such large concepts in my wee pea brain simultaneously.

Education-wise, I continue to build upon my latest passion – political philosophy – but socially I hang out with friends and family and pets. My parent’s dog is sick a bit, though she’s a fighter and seems to be sailing a little smoother lately, despite ill odds. Fingers crossed – she’s a great dog. It’s my birthday tomorrow. Like every year, General gave me a plethora of excellent gifts: the new kitchen, a Warcraft expansion, and a waffle maker. When I finish this entry and take the dog down to the yard to pee, that’s what I’m gonna test run – waffles for dinner. Had vegan noodles for lunch, but they were not too good. The cook’s heart was not in it.

Literature-wise, I have finished, against my principles, the Reader on 6.27. I have a problem with romance novels that feature randomly-looking men but supremely beautiful women, because it means that if the girl was average looking, the passion built upon an idea of her wouldn’t come through. If Daisy Buchannan wasn’t beautiful, or if the chick from Time Traveller’s Wife wasn’t Botticelli beautiful, and if the toilet-cleaner of Reader on 6.27 wasn’t beautiful, there would be no book. Flawed, average looking men, but awesomely gorgeous women, forgiven for all their shortcomings? Not really art imitating life, is it? What are the odds, in Reality, of some lonely guy finding some smart babe’s notes and upon doxing her, she’s a) of the right age, b) single, c) skinny and cute, d) not crazy and e) impressed by a stalker.

Still have the new Bryson, Woman on a Bus and Ava Gardner’s biography to read through at least halfway, before I get enough and dig through another lot. In a month’s time the ship will bring me two new cases of material. Happy birthday to me.

I’ve watched through two amazing first seasons of TV shows: Mr. Robot and Stranger things. One is very dark and makes you extremely paranoid, but it’s also very sad and depressing. Like watching hacker version of House. The other is an homage to 80’s horror and fantasy, like watching Alien, Firestarter, Stand by me, Silent Hill, Under the skin, Faculty, It, Super 8, Nochnoy Dozor, Legend, ET, Walking dead, Predator and Shining AT THE SAME TIME... While tripping. Listening to Tangerine dream. In a shed in the woods at night.

On the 80’s wave ride, I also watched a nice movie, Sing Street, which ends surprisingly on a positive note. Am looking forward to Kubo, which should come to the theaters on Thursday.

Am making #Copenhagen pickies, but the more I make them, the more I notice that for a portraitist, I am remarkably uninterested in humans sometimes. Can’t wait for drobTinka’s calendar shoot. Or Ema’s ‘dancers in the city in the rain’ shoot, whichever comes first. Feels weird to keep Mark away from color and faces. Feels like I’m walking around with one of my eyes under a patch. 

Sensory depravation tank scene in Stranger Things - homage to actual physics