TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

9:08 AM
Posted by jodi rose

It'll be better in the morning.... I think you're being too hard on yourself

Me? Never!

Two completely unrelated comments from entirely divergent people yesterday. And yes, I am always too hard on myself. It's just that, I know exactly what I'm capable of and it's frustrating when things slide into less than amazingly fantastic. Still, I guess one can't keep up that energy level and momentum all the time. Dammit.

So, I took myself out for an evening walk, through the crisp deepening twilight, and discovered the park and cinema at the other end of my nearest street, also a bright yellow tardis. Which I got into and tried to timetravel, but so far I haven't confirmed exactly when I have arrived into.... Also walked past three psyiotherapie praxis' and a chi gong studio. Prenzlauer Berg really is the mecca for body work. And babies. They're everywhere. Apparently the whole of Germany is having a population decline; except P'zler Berg. I believe it.

Listening to KCRW 'Morning Becomes Eclectic', yesterdays show. That's my new thing. Great radio from afar. Although I just signed up to be part of the production team for a Sunday night art and music show on a new internet radio station in Berlin. And also possibly my own show, revisiting the 'conversations with artists' format. Transit Lounge Radio, Part Three. Stay tuned for details from Oct 28th.

Mmmmm and finally sorted out making coffee at home. After many attempts to improvise, and my bodum disaster of yesterday, have one of those filter tops and let it drip straight into the cup. If I could hook it up direct to my veins I would. Think the coffee grains would be painful mixing with blood. And the doctors never can find a vein when they need to, I'd be a terrible junkie. That and not liking drugs so much. Very un-rock'n'roll. Ah well, they say you become what you love... maybe I am now a bridge. Although, it comes and goes, the pontist inclination. I wouldn't let Julaine call me a Pontist the other day, but could perhaps live with it now. Slowly creeping towards a second or fifth or tenth or hundredth incarnation of the bridge songs.

Markus laughed at me when I said I was feeling like an underachiever, and said, 'It's fine to do just one CD in three years. Take your time!'

Back from bridges now and onto mapping. Up early and at my computer, ready to finish drawing those polygons. Really need to go visit someone and get my back unkinked, one of these fine days.