Inspired by the writings of my wicked smart funny friends Jesse Seret (Perfect Calm), Trish Deitch (Distant Dock), Jessica Schickel (Chagrin and Bear It), Jen Sincero (Hey Little Bad Ass), and Janine Schulz (Oiling of a Rusty Mind), and encouraged by people I’ve met here and there, I will now commence the blog. Maybe just about beds. Maybe about other things too. But the beds are a constant. I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know.
Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.
If beds bore you then there is still some hope for us having a blogger/reader relationship. Let’s see how it goes. I’m only about 80% comfortable with this set up and welcome your input.
Love and kusheln from my red velvet bed in Berlin,
Noa
June, 2010
~ Monday, June 6 ~
Vancouver, B.C. (May 15-June 6, 2011) — The view is of a thousand little lights coming from the windows of a hundred white buildings and below there is a curve of blue bay water. Expensive boats float down there. And in the morning I can hear the coxswains calling to their crews. I took an aqua bus to Granville Island just across the water. Everything is clean and beautiful and my money falls from my fingers like teeth in a dream.
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