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Protected: The ghost of you

30. January 2006

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Pictures of Athens, from the exhibition The gas factory The exhibition There’s an old and defunct gas factory in Athens that has long been turned into an Installation and Exhibition Centre by the Municipality of Athens. I went there with M. today to see an exhibition on the city of Athens, "Athens in the 20th century [...]

Life offline

27. January 2006

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Daybyday sent lovely music Barrett’s CDs. I wish you could all listen to his voice Day 1 I received Daybyday’s package with two interesting and wonderful cds (interesting because I didn’t know she was interested in that kind of music). I also received Barrett’s cds and a lovely card. Barrett is a singer and a [...]

Joe, birthday boy

22. January 2006

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Joe while cutting his cake The swan-cake itself the salad 1.Today (yesterday really, on the 22nd) was Joe’s birthday (my talented, intelligent, mischievous friend) and he took us to a restaurant that serves organic food. We had lots of fun and Joe had an old fashioned cake with swans made of candy. I’m not going to reveal [...]

Go browse google

21. January 2006

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or read a newspaper instead How would you feel if you found out that people you wouldn’t like to be reading your blog (people you know in the other real world) are in fact secretly reading it when you haven’t given them the url. Wouldn’t it be like someone reading your diary? And then, maybe [...]

Things will be great when you’re downtown

20. January 2006

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A church, downtown 1. I escaped from the house. I went for a walk downtown. My son’s friend was going to come round to play and bring his –nice, articulate, sweet- mum along too. He doesn’t like it without his mum. I left before they arrived and M. had to do the mummy talking [...]

For Superman

19. January 2006

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I’m talking. This is for Steve, my hilarious, honest, caring, kind friend. He thinks I’m not talking to him, but that’s only because he is silly. It’s an old song by Cole Porter. If you’re ever in a jam, here I am If you ever need a pal, I’m your gal If you ever feel so happy [...]