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, August 7 ~
My camera was misbehaving, not focusing, and I was sad. But it did produce the most interesting effect - or was Ryan Kattner’s head really exploding into confetti? It was a long fun gorgeous moonstruck night (see below) and I slept at Serena’s house (see below) instead of on the IRT 1 train to the Heights. Hallelujah.
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I am still wrestling with exhaustion but nights like these fill me up. There is such a thing as active rest, I’m learning. Now seeking other vigorous restorative activities.
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