If I could go back in time, I would locate this man, brush his goldilocks hair every day, and have beautiful Herculean love children with him. Baby, I'm not foolin'.

One of the things Boris brought back from his one month 'Travel Labil 2010' Indochina trip:
Notebook with this Amy Winehouse illustration on the cover.*

He bought it in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Seems like a lovely place to get high as an airplane.
Brilliant illustration (Googled, I'm sure) by one Michele Melcher.

Awesome souvenir WIN.

*He said it reminded him of me. I don't know how to feel about that.

As I stared at the screen, fingers click-clickety-click-ing, excited by the prospect of this new page, I wondered. Why oh why do I need another blog, another writing space? I have one already. To post more about my life, I thought, not mere aimless thoughts. As if the mind is truly separate from the body and they selfishly need one platform each. To post more pretty pictures, reviews, plans, dreams, life, life, life!

Perhaps this is an attempt to be even more private, with no fear of  my updates flooding overcrowded timelines. Perhaps this is in attempt to be more direct, less decidedly vague. Perhaps this just shows how I love starting, but never finishing. Perhaps, perhaps I shouldn't even care.

Whatever the reason, I can only say: Hello, world.
I think this is, to quote Casablanca, the beginning of a beautiful friendship.