me and my ninjas.

Apparently, this blog has turned into an update-on-me blog as i have lost my creative juices, and that really good film scanner remains to be inaccessible--meaning, just to darn expensive and unavailable in my part of the world.

what i am doing as of now is eating peanut butter on a soda cracker for dinner, with three architects inside a room on a climax of a bombastic renovation. these three architects are friends. they have not yet reached the bankability of starchitects, and i doubt they will ever do. one of them has a hole in his pants right where the edge of his front pocket ends and we told him it looks like his balls are dangling out, especially with the a mobile phone in it. One them is my husband who has rhinitis and can't stay too long inside a dusty construction site. he doesn't want to be a starchitect. although i think he dreams of getting a pritzker. he's hanging around because i asked him to and because the architect i contracted for this renovation is his friend.

(do not ask me why i didn't ask him to do it. i'm very particular about "ethics".)

there's a beautiful early night city scene outside and it's just too bad i didn't bring my camera today. in fact, none of us brought a camera today. and i am supposed to love picture-taking at night.

the room is gonna smell of turpentine, or paint thinner, or something really awfully synthetically chemical. tomorrow. so i won't be coming here tomorrow. and torn-pants-dangling-stuff architect said there's gonna be a lot of dust everywhere. tomorrow. "So it's better if you don't come here."

we just had beer with somebody i mistook for a butch that my husband said was actually male who dresses like a butch. "Is he married?" I asked. "No," husband replied. "He must be really gay," I said again. And husband laughed. I can be that accurate in describing scenes.

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have to pack up. we're going home.

yawning ninja.