Allow yourself to accept
all that you require.




Sun 8/17


The big five-oh for Madonna yesterday, but hey, the lady's still hoofing, "Give It To Me!" she belts out, shaking her thing. Nothing's gonna stop the Material Girl; she's even got a new Daddy. I spent the day listening to her CD's in honor of her star's longevity. Happy Birthday, Madge!

I too have decided to join the 21st century by obtaining a cell phone. Someone called for a background job on Lipstick Jungle while I was out and I lost out, so I figured it was time. I will now become one of those obnoxious people oblivious to the world around me while I stand at the counter talking on the phone as the clerk tries to figure out what I want; I will talk loudly on the bus about the most intimate details of my life: I will hold up the line at the supermarket while I check with friends to find out what I should be buying. And why should I eat alone at the restaurant when I could zip out my cell and start chatting away?

Oh, but these mobile phones are complicated. I have spent serious time trying to figure mine out. It has Bluetooth technology (that I have yet to program), which allows me a hands-free ear piece, and also text messaging whose purpose I can't possibly imagine since I can just talk on the phone or leave a voice message. I found out about its camera feature while futzing around with it and seeing my picture appear on its cover. I had inadvertently taken a photo of myself.

I don't need that either as I don't take pictures anymore, I write them down. I have shown you quite a few pictures of Harlem since moving here. I guess you could say that my journal is my picture album.



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