I have around an hour before my date at the crossroads. I'm drinking red wine, rotwein, to prepare myself(i think the devil really really likes drinking). Today is sad because I have no camera, so the only documentation I can do will be through my words. I should e-mail uberNaomi and ask about the ewerk space. My good friend,, standard Naomi has offered to help me build a tee pee to help control the smoke i will eventually need to project onto.
This means that now i'm taking two things. The hoodoo and the teepee. Are these mine, do they relate to me somehow as an American of mostly European decent? One thing I've learned in Weimar is that I am not european. This is obvious because of paperwork. I've also noticed that you can tell sometimes the origin of a person by looking at them. I see the Cameron Diaz smile allot here. For a while I was trying to figure out where people would think I was from if only i would keep my mouth shut. They say France, Croatica and Ireland usually, although my last name is British, apparently I'm not drab enough to be British. The patriarchal line is just a tiny strand of things.
Back to my commemoration though. I'm not making art that directly references the holocaust but I am making something that references torture and conquer of the place where I'm from. I'm not doing it in a guilty way. I feel no guilt for slavery or colonization. I wasn't even an egg in an ovary at that point. I do feel like shit for things that happen today but at the same time I feel almost as powerless as the victimized being a 24 year old woman who is hopelessiy in debt only because I wanted to continue my education.
So my commemoration of the things my supposed blood ancestors did is not a sculpture of dead babies, nor is it anything painful or boring. I'm doing what all the colonist have done in the past. I'm taking the great things from the cultures that have been victimized in order to serve myself. Hoodoo is great. Tepees are great. I want to use both because they're better, much bett that st. nick or baby jesus sacrafice. Save me from the right wing! Can I make this meaningful and not just a passive piece of shit succumbing to all the bullshit that was going on before as well as now?

I'm flipped around. I woke at midnight and now may sleep. tomorrow I have a course where this is the task.

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I'm not sure about this. My group conceives a project for a group residency in Leipzig but it's to imaginary to be defined. I think I'll sleep a few hours and then think about that. I put together a links page on my web sight , hopefully, we'll be making some things in Buffalo come March.
I made a presentation on my soul project today. I feel a bit outcast in this group. I was trying to think of how to make art about the holocaust but I really see no way for me right now. Sure everyone has a story which could somehow link them [inlink]robin,81[/inlink] but really everything is just a small nuisance. I'm trying not to survive here in Weimar but actually live the best way I know how. This, unfortunately is a bizarre way of living and as a result, lonely. Even with my four super gau flatmates I can't find a dinner partner for Pano's in the middle of the night, or even a Pano's. It is good to switch commodities for a while but where are the sweet potatoes?
Thanksgiving was cool. My friend Naomi made us a chicken feast. Sam made potatoes, dusica made carrot salad. I showed up late with a few spliffs and a bottle of white wine from the pub down the street.
So the temporal question is how to fill up my time? This moment is sleep but when I wake? Read, read, read things that I never have the opportunity to discuss.
This Sunday at the crossroads I spied a spy on tape.

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So I've been awake since 10 o'clock last night and now it's 1.pm and I'm on my way to learn to make money as an artist. Ha ha ha, to that but it's fun to try. It's about working in groups so this is good for my ego. I really love this Beach Boys song "hang onto your ego" it's good.

I stayed up all the night last night because I feared if I slept I would miss my 9 O'clock meeting. I got to the meeting almost on time and announced to Liz and Susanne my plans for selling my soul to the Devil. The seemed to support the idea even though it is not an idea inspired from the art and commemoration workshop. I showed them the documentation from the first two days of the ritual. I started in the park Goethe designed and I will end the ritual in London, then return to Weimar and hopefully set up an installation in the park.
After this meeting I went to the class and watched two presentations. The first woman's work was... pictures of blocks of ice with Brazilian aerobic tapes playing... yeah. The second woman talked about her idea for the Belgium, Art and commemoration project. She wants to make match books that say, paper burns words fly away. People had a heated critique of this idea. I just sat there and thought of the Dixie Chicks.
After that I took a 3 hour nap. Then woke up and drank a really strong espresso and went to the monument/memorial workshop. The guy showed us lots of Jenny Holzer work. I get so sick of this text based work sometimes, sure its profound but I'm more affected by the Brazilian student's performance where she put an orange sheet over her head, cut a hole for a mouth and read porno mags. I know I had a strange expression on my face when she showed us that.
So after that workshop I went home, crawled into the bed and watched today's Democracy Now. About the time the program got past the part about how the white house wants to change what some guy said in the public records, I started feeling queasy and had to go vomit. I don't know why, maybe that double shot of black espresso ripped into my stomach. A long shower worked wonders and after a few hours I felt good enough to eat some of Albrecht's pasta. Then I watched Satan's Brew and wondered why I haven't met any people like that here in Weimar.
The kids are too damn moral here. At least one kid told me that he wore his "I love Kinky Sex" t-shirt in my honor one night.
One good thing about getting nauseous is that it inspired me to wash my bed sheets for the first time since I've been here. Hallelujah, praise the lord for that! Earlier this week I changed my website a bit, I put up some collages I made from the pictures Liz, Arzu and Soyeon took this summer when I took them to my parent's house.
My Mawmaw sent me a thanksgiving card and told me to get some turkey. She put a five dollar bill in the card. I loved it but it broke my heart. Speaking of love and affection, I must get some sex soon or I will spontaneously combust. At the moment I'm listening to The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots pt. 1 and thinking of someone very special.

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link for ebook, Venus in Furs.

rapunzel hair totally fucked up. how can people function with hair that long? It's not like they were locked in a tower, or were they?

Yesterday I was about to start helping Naomi edit documentation of her roundabout installation when she ran up the stairs saying look at the rainbow. We ran onto the porch to see a huge rainbow. A flock of crows choose that moment to fly across the sky. It was a strange and beautiful sight, the sweet spectacle of the great outdoors.