wish i were here...


campo s.toma in Venezia

i have no patience. i used to be great with my friends' kids, playing with them, making up stories and fantastical adventures. i didn't talk the squeaky voice and they trusted me. "you'll be an awesome parent one day," that's what they all said.

now with my own loved child, my only reason for happiness, i have no patience. i'm no good at playing on the floor for more than 5 minutes and i can't make up stories anymore. my son deserves a fantastical adventure and i can't give it to him.

how does that rate on the 'awesome parent' scale?

...stayed up all night to watch the oscars at a friend's rooftop apartment. flat 3-foot HD screen, surround sound, unbuttoned relaxed kinda vibe, nachos and dip, nero d'avola, warm freshly baked cornetti from romoli, the works.

pity i had seen only 2 out of the 10 nominated movies and emptily cheered other people's happiness.

glad for katherine bigelow. by winning best director AND best picture, her Hurt Locker strikes a blow for low budget films, women, and ex-wives worldwide.

not that I ever was one, still–jussayin'

i'm sleepy now...