May 15, 2006


Being on a junket is profoundly strange. Back of the shuttle-van today, I overhead the closest real life proximity re-enactment of LCD Soundsystem's "Losing My Edge", as a conversation between some of the dudes. I pressed my head against the window and looked into the Renaults zipping past; at Israeli moms with carseats, old men picking their noses, workers in trucks; wondering about living in the woods.

I have slept only four hours since a few days ago. We will not see anything they do not plan for us, the schedule is packed and precise. The beach is across the street; I have not been there yet because it's not on the itinerary. I ditched the indie rock show/showcase in order to wait for the internet to come back on, so I can work. Racism is mentioned in 4 of the 5 presentations we heard about music today; Becky the most beuatiful women I have ever seen in real life, the MTV VJ, who is a Yemenite jew got in an argument, raised voice argument with Eton after he said racism doesn't exist in Israel, between jews--I got it on tape, even. I am jet lagged and not in top form to ask questions, they come out fragged, I'm still shy infront of these strangers--but, no one seems to ask questions other than spellings--save for Carlo McCormick from Paper who, thankfully, plays the WTF card during the Q&As. I think everyone is tired.

Each meal is more food than I eat all day at home and fancy. Plied with food; it's an easy trick--I'm chubbing up.

Popular female singers wear a normal amount of clothes in their videos. It seemed shocking.

Stray cats everywhere, with long abyssianian necks. They are trolling for licks of your ice cream.

Posted by Jessica at May 15, 2006 04:15 PM | TrackBack