ProductionHouse

So my friend said the other day “yeah not working really fucks with my productivity”. In that way where you plan to write that great american novel on the weekends, a time when you are not at your day job, but then the weekend comes and ... well, its the weekend.
I mean, I think this is pretty normal.

So I've now got this big list of stuff that NEEDS to get done. like,
The Plan.
but (and this happens to me a lot i feel like) The Plan, as it turns out, has no contingencies for little stuff. like laundry. eating. processing time in line at the bank (i went to the bank for the first time since I'd been back last week. I got really confused trying to find the ENTRANCE to the building. It is a really big building. never under estimate how much your assumptions can trip you up.) Anyway - the list of big things is going really slowly.

I went into The City the other day for the first time also. I missed the bus twice, couldn't find the friend I planned to meet, mistakenly ordered a beer which was not included in happy hour specials and got kind of confused trying to figure out what purpose the street festival in front of the bar we were at was serving, if nothing more than just a forum to showcase polka bands. Maybe I wasn't ready to go into The City yet. Maybe I just need to slow it down a bit.

On that note, I really really love where I live. I love being at home these days. Maybe because it feels like I have been moving around so much, but I have been a total homebody these past couple weeks.
There's really no other point to this post. Just that I'm at home these days and I'm really happy with that.

we're back.
right before i left i was in jakarta for a few days, and while walking around with friends i saw an ad for that movie by the same guys who did Scarey Movie, but this one is called Super Hero Movie, and the theater had taped paper over the cleavage of the main female characters depicted in the poster... well, everyone is fasting for ramadan/lebaran and trying to be especially pure... but then right next to that poster was ads for this movie:

http://www.hantuaborsi.com/



hantu means ghost and aborsi means abortion.

I'm not making any judgements, im just telling you. this is how it is.

there were a lot of horror films i saw advertized based around various types of ghosts - hantu ambulance, hantu kereta (train), hantu jeruk purut (orange peel), etc. and most of them had that lady from the ring in there somewhere. which is nice i suppose. for the people who copyrighted that character. if they have some free time, they can try to recoup some stuff. you know, rainy day kind of work.

this week i feel like i am looking at all the rainy day work i have amassed over the past year and the pile is so big its overwhelming. and its not even raining today. but it sort of feels like it is. i am always cold now. yesterday my friend naia said that it probably wont get warm again and i wanted to start crying. but, as i emailed my friend in west java, coming home at the very least means that my heart is warm again. which is wonderful. patrick is now painting the bathroom. we have a new apartment. come visit.