julio and i have been sleeping all week at my house to visit with the kitties since linda is out of towne. when we went there wednesday night, no one greeted us at the door like my precious little pretties usually do. instead, we turned on the lights and the living room was covered in cat food. what?!?!? then baby shay shay screamed and i saw her sitting on the stairs she looked terrified, and she just kept meowing. so, i checked the kitchen and everything in there was clean, no cat food mess. and then i noticed that the cat food in their dish was different from the cat food all over the floor. and where was nemmie??? so i started calling for him and looking all over the house. the cat food was all over downstairs, even in linda’s room. it was getting pretty scary. we looked everywhere for nemmie and then i heard him. he was stuck under the dishwasher!!! he had crawled in through the hole i guess but was too big to get back out. so we had to call him back to the entrance and then pull him out. he was soo shaken.
and the cat food will forever remain a mystery…………
the cute little toy that seems to make this whole experiment worthwhile. a little over four “eggs” down, 16 to go. whoopeee
from bjork.com/unity:
Feedback, February 1996
It was inspired by a situation I saw a lot of my friends get in to. I really like reading magazines about science, you see, and when people fall in love, they make this kind of drug in their bodies so they become addicted to each other physically.
Nature makes things so that the drug lasts for three years, so if they’re together they’re just on a natural high. Nature makes sure that people get three years to sort out if they want to be together for life or not; that three years is a try out time. Then they wake up and it’s a ‘Whoops, what am I doing here?’ kind of thing? Then they are forced to sort out if they love the person, like real love, or if it was just a trick.
I just read this article and I looked at all my friends since I was a kid, and I saw that it always happened after three years, it’s so strange. You think you’ve never seen people so much in love and then after three years, like precisely, they ring the phone in the middle of the night and it’s , ‘Björk, I’m coming over’ and they come over and say ‘I don’t love him, what is it? I don’t look forward to coming home anymore. What’s wrong?’ Then at that point I could actually say, ‘Well listen, it’s science.’
They get really hurt of course, it’s this David Attenborough dilemma I’ve got, I really want to be him. Another completely different angle on the same thing is when you fall in love with a person, you think that might be the last time, that maybe you will never ever fall in love again, so it becomes a very precious thing to you. So you start showing the person you’re in love with you’re best side only and you keep all your bad parts in the bag behind your back.
For some terrible reason, for which I’m actually a bit pissed off with, is when you fall in love with a person you start to separate into two sides and you’re only sweet with them.
So basically, ‘Hyper-ballad’ is about having this kind of bag going on and three years have passed and you’re not high anymore. You have to make an effort consciously and nature’s not helping you anymore. So you wake up early in the morning and you sneak outside and you do something horrible and destructive, break whatever you can find, watch a horrible film, read a bit of William Burroughs, something really gross and come home and be like, ‘Hi honey, how are you?’.
I want to be in Norfolk to go see Julio’s art show and to eat vegetables with you:) I miss you:(
oh, and i am still soo sad that you can’t make it next sunday. i think the art show is gonna turn out really fun. the flyers look great, if i do say so myself. we made the big one that was mass emailed, and we also made stickers of that same image and fixed them to aluminum cans of anonymous food. plus we made flyers of jars and sausages and put the stickers on those as well. i wish i had pictures to show you. i’ll upload some after the show. i’m gonna borrow poppo’s digicam. i hope the turnout is awesome. and i hope beyond all hope (and i know it will never happen) that stupid ugly doesn’t come.
ps- indy has a new name… “fuckface”. so now, she shall be christened “stupid ugly fuck face” ahahahahhahah
i’m doing pretty well i think
well, my juicer helps tremendously. i don’t make any juice that doesn’t have at least 1 carrot (stalk?) in it. oh, carrot stick. that’s right, huh? so, that’s at least one serving a day. and tonight, i sauteed onions and red and green bell peppers and made a yummy quesadilla. it was delish. i sometimes forget that i really do like onions and peppers. so that is three, count them 3, vegetables for me today. wow!!
