alex– but arent we all, and sure i am sad when im sad, but OH MY GOD i am so good when i am good. holy fucking fuck, i feel amazing today. floating. on sunshine.
music tastes like honey and the world seems endless in its options of great things that are totally waiting to sneak up on me and happen.
yesterday- i was walking around midtown manhattan killing time before getting hugged by a saint who travels the world hugging people (more on that soon), when i pass 34th st subway station, the big one with the R N F etc lines all running from there, and there are cops! dogs! fire engines! more cops! and more of them! and people frantic! and sirens! and im like shite shite shite what happened… and no one knows but no ones crying or anything and there is no smoke… or destruction… and i had just gotten a Pink Berry yogurt (gotta cap. for the corporations) and all i could think of was ‘if this is the end of it all, im going to be eating frozen yogurt with mango on it, and for some reason i think thats embarrasing.’ so i just left the scene. the end. but i think everyone was fine. i think it was a stupid bombscare type thing from the looks of it. or maybe a lady fainted on a train or something. its really hot at 34th st station. like hell.
so AMMA hugs! amma travels the world hugging people. here is a good BBC article on it: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7130151.stm
i did not get hugged– there were so many thousands of people, but i went two nights in a row and listened to her translator tell her stories of love and why we need to slow down and love each other. i am going to go try to get hugged by her before my photoshoot tonight. it is going to be great if it happens, and if not, alex, you and i will travel to wherever she is going next.