Sleeping Around

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
~ Sunday, June 26 ~
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Vancouver, B.C. (June 7 - 19, 2011) — The kindness of strangers astounds me. They open their doors, pull out their sofa beds, clear out their medicine cabinets, put out fresh towels and make me feel welcome. This is Cangioli’s brother’s den. He was in Hong Kong when I moved in for nearly two weeks but his wife Michelle handed me the keys to the house, and the car (!) as if I was a member of the family. I left early in the morning and came home late at night, once in full “fancy dress”, always lugging boxes of materials. In and out, hello how was your day, see you tomorrow. Here we keep the mugs. The maid will be cleaning your room today. Don’t forget to turn off the alarm. I am like a pet at a kennel, a temporary critter holing up in the basement with some kindly caretakers.

Vancouver, B.C. (June 7 - 19, 2011) — The kindness of strangers astounds me. They open their doors, pull out their sofa beds, clear out their medicine cabinets, put out fresh towels and make me feel welcome. This is Cangioli’s brother’s den. He was in Hong Kong when I moved in for nearly two weeks but his wife Michelle handed me the keys to the house, and the car (!) as if I was a member of the family. I left early in the morning and came home late at night, once in full “fancy dress”, always lugging boxes of materials. In and out, hello how was your day, see you tomorrow. Here we keep the mugs. The maid will be cleaning your room today. Don’t forget to turn off the alarm. I am like a pet at a kennel, a temporary critter holing up in the basement with some kindly caretakers.


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