Friday, June 29, 2007
Milano Pride (Vagina Woman)
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
under my roof ^
My luggage got here with me.
two logged suitcases: 30kg. and 31 kg.
one carry-on: 22 kg.
NO surcharges (god save the queen and british airways)
two pckgs previously shipped thru USPS: $170 (one's here already)
Not too bad.
^
/ \
| | sono a casa!
two logged suitcases: 30kg. and 31 kg.
one carry-on: 22 kg.
NO surcharges (god save the queen and british airways)
two pckgs previously shipped thru USPS: $170 (one's here already)
Not too bad.
^
/ \
| | sono a casa!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007

Back in Berkeley now, will be missing you more. Big kisses to each of you!!
s
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Saturday, June 09, 2007
my last minutes in berkeley
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
image description
a mother and her child, on the platform in a rush. she carries a backpack, in one hand a bag, her daughter's hand in the other. the little girl in a sky-blue dress over which she wears a frilled white apron. her long, blond hair wound across her head in braids; blue eyes catch a glimpse of mine in the adjacent train, camera out of reach.
nürnberg, june 4th. back in germany.
5 days without w-lan. but i don't think we're slower over here. it's just another pace. a loving, peaeceful one.
weimar, june 5th. via the free wireless one can catch under the trees in front of the café which was once Goethe's first apartment in weimar.
nürnberg, june 4th. back in germany.
5 days without w-lan. but i don't think we're slower over here. it's just another pace. a loving, peaeceful one.
weimar, june 5th. via the free wireless one can catch under the trees in front of the café which was once Goethe's first apartment in weimar.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Yo-Haynes CiaoCiaoParty
Those of us remainings of a great and lost culture, will gather tonight to celebrate the disappearance of another of our bricks.
8 at Nico's place.
8 at Nico's place.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
(goodbye) party at vio's place, saturday night!!!
Berkeley
bring some food and drinks if you would like (wine and beer) and let's celebrate the end of this looong semester, and our friendships and loves and everything good (even the bad) and let's be merry and let's say goodbye (i leave for france on monday... this might be a long goodbye for some, i come back on the 11th of june, so i'll see the rest of you guys when i get back...)
anyways, let's party, saturday, at violetta's!
wish you were here bibia! (but i'll see you in a few days!)
bisous!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
May 68 anew
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Moving Variations

The new products of your dear friends, Bibia.
Yoram will produce an installation, to tell the truth.
As for me, I will have a movie at a screening in Kroeber, like last semester.
Fear not though, Bibia, for we will document the installation and I will make sure to bring a copy of movie to Paris when I come and visit you.
For other somatics: COME!!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Les Gens, Je Vous Aime
:-)
And I am probably gonna stay in the Bay for the summer ! yay!
- excuse my philantropist enthusiasm.
And I am probably gonna stay in the Bay for the summer ! yay!
- excuse my philantropist enthusiasm.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Ancient Arabic poem sent by a friend
Lanterns
Hang from the night sky
So that your eye might draw
One more image of love upon your silk canvas
Before sleep.Words from Him have reached you
And tilled a golden field inside.When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:
To love more,
And be happy.
Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz
And mix them into your seed pouch.
And when the Moon says,
"It is time to Plant,"
Why not dance,
Dance and Sing?
Hafiz
Hang from the night sky
So that your eye might draw
One more image of love upon your silk canvas
Before sleep.Words from Him have reached you
And tilled a golden field inside.When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:
To love more,
And be happy.
Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz
And mix them into your seed pouch.
And when the Moon says,
"It is time to Plant,"
Why not dance,
Dance and Sing?
Hafiz
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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