tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.comments2010-06-19T07:59:45.243+02:00Name It & Claim It-into+http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431116451702549119noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-61114631209702758702010-03-18T16:02:34.495+01:002010-03-18T16:02:34.495+01:00Oh my God, I can't go ahead with this day with...Oh my God, I can't go ahead with this day without sharing with you what's just happened.<br />On Tuesday, 16th of March, I wrote in my morning pages that this week-end I would have loved to do something special. I thought about a short trip, (which is ALWAYS my idea of SPECIAL!), but I really don't want to organise anything and go far and blablabla. <br />The day after I has been contacted by one site of house-sitting, of which I am a subscriber, for a week in June in a stunning house near here, up on the hills. I should decline the proposal, since I will be working that time, but put there my availability for week-ends. <br />WELL, ALL AROUND THE WORLD DREAMERS, OPEN YOUR EARS: the owner of the property, (that happens to be a old stone house B&B with 4 rooms and bath with bathtubs, swimming-pool, garden and amazing view) replied that THIS WEEK-END would have been PERFECT for him to go to Florence: <br />WOULD I BE INTERESTED IN TAKING CARE OF HIS HOUSE AND CATS?<br />(Well,heaven does exist: I AM A CAT LOVER)<br />Just happened. OH MY LORD. W-O-W.gess*https://www.blogger.com/profile/01729499869619484560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-81878348326081664482010-03-14T12:26:38.776+01:002010-03-14T12:26:38.776+01:00Yes, sister.... Testify.Yes, sister.... Testify.-into+https://www.blogger.com/profile/05431116451702549119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-58515792525767446542010-03-14T10:30:48.564+01:002010-03-14T10:30:48.564+01:00Not just the dates are measurable, dear, EVEN THE ...Not just the dates are measurable, dear, EVEN THE GRADE: MAXIMUM C.M.= CUM LAUDE! you said BIG, sister, and here I am ;)gess*https://www.blogger.com/profile/01729499869619484560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-15183759416116496922010-03-13T10:44:04.078+01:002010-03-13T10:44:04.078+01:00Wow, Gess, you are right! This took courage. You ...Wow, Gess, you are right! This took courage. You PUT YOURSELF OUT THERE. Instead of sharing one of your MANY name it and claim it triumphs, you chose to let us witness your very crucial thesis moment! That is COOL. <br /><br />Keep us up to date. <br /><br />(I also did this in September. On my blog Back to School I challenged the theory, too. Set up the scene and went for it. Being specific is sometimes easier said than done. In Gess's case, the dates are the thing...so the result is measurable! I am proud of you, Gess! THANK YOU for participating in the experiement.)-into+https://www.blogger.com/profile/05431116451702549119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-35690140538964460292010-03-12T15:19:53.100+01:002010-03-12T15:19:53.100+01:00Wow, this takes courage.
Here I am, saying out lo...Wow, this takes courage. <br />Here I am, saying out loud:<br />March 24 instead of March 15 then<br />April 7 at 3pm (maximum grade c.l.)<br />I'll keep you posted, with details!<br />gess*gess*https://www.blogger.com/profile/01729499869619484560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-54229549899391196462010-03-12T15:03:42.504+01:002010-03-12T15:03:42.504+01:00Wow, this takes courage.
I am saying out loud:
M...Wow, this takes courage. <br />I am saying out loud: <br />March, 24 - then April, 7, 3pm 110 cum laude. <br />I'll keep you posted.:-) gessgess*https://www.blogger.com/profile/01729499869619484560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-7882486118731926412010-03-08T00:10:49.302+01:002010-03-08T00:10:49.302+01:00Magic Sara, Thank you.
P.S. I came to Lucca look...Magic Sara, Thank you.<br /><br />P.S. I came to Lucca looking for an apartment, having learned the phrase, 'Sto cercando un piccolo apartamento in centro storico, arredamento.' <br /><br />I was walking down Via Santa Croce and thought it so lovely, I took out my little book where I wrote ideas and scrawled, VIA SANTA CROCE. As you know, that is where I live now. <br /><br />You said Thompson Street out loud. <br /><br />Say it out loud. Name it. Claim it.-into+https://www.blogger.com/profile/05431116451702549119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111476799711574686.post-29144207891459581932010-03-07T20:54:46.115+01:002010-03-07T20:54:46.115+01:00i don't know about you, but as an artist, a pe...i don't know about you, but as an artist, a perfect place to work and dream has always been at the top of my fantasy reel. my childhood bedroom, which i occupied fro 18 years, was my first studio. after that, i've moved from magical place to place, each place possessing the quality i claimed for it in my imagination before i laid eyes on it. i've had some doozies. <br /><br />five years ago i was in the middle of a big life change. i was living in tribeca in my DREAM STUDIO (more on this another time), but i knew i had to make a change. it was a heartbreaking time, but even in the midst of a crushing sadness, my spirit was consumed with possibilities for a refined life in art. one afternoon i was taking my usual stroll through SOHO up towards washington square park. as i crossed houston heading north, and walked under the village trees and past the laundromat and the cafes, i said to myself, "i am going to get an apartment on this street and live there by myself." i said the street's name aloud; "thompson street". about four months later i was subletting a loft in DUMBO and stumbled across an ad on craigslist for a village sublet. i'd missed the open house, but called the girl anyway. she was a korean art student. when i stepped off the train and into the sunshine, and walked towards the thompson street address, i said to myself, "just as long as it's not a total shithole, i'm taking it." i climbed five flights of stairs to a high-ceilinged, light-filled trio of rooms, summer air blowing a crossbreeze over a small polish gas stove and claw-foot tub. there were little pieces of cut-out scrap paper flying about. she was packing up her work. the bedroom windows looked out and beyond the campus of NYU towards nolita - a skyscape of pre and postwar lowrises and SOHO billboards. i handed the girl a pile of cheques and moved me and my 5-foot baby grand piano the following week. I lived and worked in that thompson street apartment up until very recently, when again something stirred and adjusted itself. what is bubbling inside now?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com