The massage parlour

I landed yesterday in upstate NY to do a summer project at Omi. Everybody here smiles, everybody look interesting and seems interested; and almost everybody has an accent- so my accent is not quite the first thing people notice when they talk to me- which is a novelty. I've been here for 24 hours and I already met the most of the crew and made friends with the bartender of Omi (he's Canadian). I share my room with 2 girls and we are the best team. The boss of Omi showed me my studio early this morning and looks like I got the fancy suite.



My studio is nicknamed "The massage parlour". Well, okay. . . so my studio is really cool because it's slightly removed from the main barn (where everybody is) so I can record sound in the calm and dance around for the camera without anyone spying on me. Great! I said... until tonight when I went to my shack to work. I found myself panicking because:
-It's dark out.
-I can hear animals.
-I don't like to be alone in the red shack, in the dark.

I packed my bags and ran to the village. Anyways so now I am good, I am safe. I guess I won't work at night.

NY I like you

The last couple of days have been hectic because I drove to New York, from Montreal- all alone like a grown up. And made it to Brooklyn, got a fancy pedicure, shopped for wallpaper (err... that's for a new project), gossiped a little, ate like a pink pig, walked until I had no feet, met lots of new faces with names I had heard of before, and finally made it (in the rain with a shiny dress) to Ross-the-Boss's wedding (my top 5 friends). Fiew, such exhaustion. Now it's over so Ross can start talking about new things. I wonder what.

Give me some of that

While Captain Pop visited L.A. and made friends with my friends (with Jun), he reminded of the best thing about my hometown: Da Gibelotte.

Da Gibelotte is a fish and veggie stew and it's very popular in this small part of the world. Let me tell you it's so good. You can eat it with white wine or with bubble water. Anyways, I am craving for more of that right now.

You've been wondering

what is it that Julie is doing right now?

The phone is not working.

Canada is not far but my 626 telephone is not working. Someone with a yellow hard hat forgot to put a Sprint antenna (hidden in those fake palm trees) in Montreal. I will be back around soon though -to bug you, and you will forget quickly that I was gone for a split second.

Day 10

I am participating in the last project that Outpost for Contemporary Art is putting together. I just mailed the drawings from Michigan this morning! The project is called "Intersection" and it starts this saturday.

Day 8

I was woken up in South Dakota at 7AM, by Captain Pop- he woke me up so early because I try to do some work in the morning before we leave. Well it just takes me a long time to get ready for a long day away from all my technology. He handed me some dirty water, called coffee, but doesn't taste anything like coffee, literally muddy water. It made me miss the expresso I had in Wyoming the day before. I should have grind those Pete's Coffee Beans in my suitcase because taking off. Oh crap. All day, I dreamt of coffee, until I gave up at 4 PM for a Coca-cola.



I think telepathy exists. As were taking this snap shot in Minnesota, S.G. from North Hollywood was leaving me a message on my 626 voicemail, begging me to spice up my pictures on my flickr. Perhaps I could wear some masks, or better costumes!? For you Sascha, the outfit I wore all afternoon in the mid-west because there is a lot of animals by the highway #90.

Drove 550 miles today. A record in the Julie's Driving Notebook.