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2011: an audio review

I recently had to get a new computer hard-drive, and lost a big chunk of my organization/files/crap. Mostly this has been almost like a digital rebirth. I’ve called it my Tech Revival. One exciting thing I just found was all these old audio clips I started recording, mostly randomly, on my phone. Listening to them, I’m amazed at how quickly I’m transported right back to that exact moment. I think they provide an incredible reflection on this past year.

1. a recording of the floridian tropical downpour of rain, recorded August 29, 2010 at 9:13pm (ok, not quite part of 2011 but still counts): The rain in Florida is magical and torrential. Powerful like no other rain I’ve seen/felt/heard/been soaked by.

tropical rain

2. an audio note to myself, recorded February 6, 2011, 11:35am. In this clip, I am driving and speaking an audible list to myself. The first part references a to-do that causes me to move to NYC, and end up dedicating a majority of my year to Creative Time – a place where I met amazing people and artists and was really introduced to this whole new world. The other things in the list appropriately encompass almost everything else going on in my life and brain at that time. ending of course with “finish my plan”

list to myself

3. an audio portrait of driving in the nissan maxima, recorded February 25, 2011, 9:00am. I remember recording this clip when I knew that my days of driving on long stretches of sunny sunny highways into the palm tree sunsets were numbered. I wanted to capture the sounds of the windows all down, the car making horrendous noises that are surely signaling its slow breaking down, and the one CD that was stuck in the radio that I didn’t mind at all playing over and over on repeat.

driving in the nissan

4. a clip of the mariachi band that was playing in the subway, recorded April 13, 2011, 12:09pm. I was coming back to Manhattan on the 7 train from a Creative Time staff meeting in Corona, Queens at the Immigrant Movement International headquarters. I thought they were very beautiful.

7 train band

5. a clip of a longer interview with Ashley Young of Brown Girl Love, recorded April 20, 2011, 9:34pm. This is a longer interview, which is currently unedited (so don’t listen too critically). Ashley and I had set this up as a blog interview to discuss our blogs and visions and what we cared about in the world. It was a lovely discussion, which I had thought I had lost/erased. Happy to have found it and to edit it soon.

ashley interview clip

6. an audio portrait of the empty (old) Essex Street Market, 80 Essex Street, NYC, recorded October 12, 2011, 3:49pm. This was towards the end of the run of the exhibition (Living as Form) and I realized that I wanted to capture the noises and the feel of walking around this huge space with a life of its own. The street, the cars, the people walking by, the windows creaking, the lights buzzing.

inside the essex street market

7. a sampling of the musical offerings at the third night of Hanukkah, recorded December 21, 2011, 6:00pm. I went to the public celebration of Hanukkah put on by Chabad of Brooklyn at Grand Army Plaza near my house. Not only was there this rockin’ techno-version of vaguely Jewish tunes, but there was a giant 45 foot tall menorah (and a rabbi in a cherry picker to light it!), hot latkes passed around, at least 4 mini-vans with menorahs strapped to their roofs, and a million identically dressed Jewish children running around. It was so festive I couldn’t even suppress my festive spirit.

techno hanukkah

8. the draft voice-over for PEAK Technical marketing animation I’m working on, recorded December 22, 2011, 9:42pm. I’m almost embarrassed to include this one, but I think I need in order to complete the 2011 audio compilation. This is me reading through the voice-over script for the marketing animation I’ve been working on. These are kinda bizarre animations that our clients just keep loving and asking for more — no matter how many weird rainbows and flying text and flowers with money signs we throw in!

Aliya PEAK voice-over draft

9. the reverberations of the bells at Riverside Church, Harlem, NYC, recorded December 25, 2011, 12:23pm: we went on a mini-tour of the historic Riverside Church in Harlem after the Christmas morning service. This was recorded on the 20th floor of the Church tower, and the subtle drone of the bells was beautiful, haunting and ever-present as we looked out on the city.

bells of riverside church

what a beautiful and audible year.

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november 17

(written on November 17, flying home to FLORIDA and leaving NYC on the day of the biggest city-wide protest since I moved here in March)

I’m watching the FOX news account of the Occupy Wall Street “Day of Action Disruption”, including a moving personal story of a mom whose son got cordoned off by group of linked arms protesters and she had to “ hit the gentlemen” to get her son back. “The traffic is horrible in lower Manhattan, but don’t worry we’ll keep you updated as we get the latest developments.” “Crowds and Chaos, that’s the only way to describe what’s going on in Lower Manhattan right now.” “Concentrate your ample efforts on looking for work — we are the silent 99% who are paying for this parade.”

Its dark in NYC but it’s light here in Florida, the sun is shining way past 4:30pm. I am wishing I was downtown in Manhattan, about to march across the Brooklyn Bridge, being one of the “thousands convening on Foley Square”. I didn’t wake up early to go to the protest around the Stock Exchange – I didn’t feel prepared, I wasn’t trained enough, I didn’t know where to go, don’t “have time” to be arrested.

I haven’t spoken very much about OWS because I almost don’t know what to say. I am part of the movement. I believe in the power of people. I believe that the way the world works right now doesn’t work, that our politics and reforms and how our society makes decisions is all governed by who has the money, I don’t trust our news media, I don’t trust other “experts”, I don’t trust things I read online until I’ve read at least 5 different things, I don’t trust myself because I must not know all the facts, I must not be educated enough, I must not be smart enough.

I don’t trust our police because I might break a rule and get arrested. I don’t trust the protestors because I don’t understand them fully. I don’t trust our government because they aren’t doing enough, they aren’t responding, they’re pretending this is a fad. They are being slow, individuals instead of a team, fighting over pathetic politics instead of making real change, making a real difference in the world.

But how can I make a real difference in my life? In this world? I don’t have a job, I’m living in the nation’s most expensive city, I’m relying on savings and financial assistance from my family. I know I have a lot to give to the world, I know I have a big difference to make, but I’m not sure how. And meanwhile I feel like a fake, like a useless part of this world, sucking up resources while I try and figure out my life – what a luxury. What would being part of a big march do? What would getting arrested do? What would stopping all other projects – applying to jobs, fixing up/unpacking my house, developing new projects, doing laundry  — what would that do? What would my projects – because I’m brimming with ideas more now than ever before – what would they do for the world? Are they just more feel-good stuffed animals? Should I be making defense shields instead? Maybe housing structures. But why? What’s behind the occupying? Even though I am for it, I don’t totally get it. It’s not about building structures. It’s about rocking the boat, causing a stir, being a stand.

Meanwhile, I am completing a two year program where I have been being trained in being responsible, listening fully, being a leader and causing leaders around me. In order to complete this training I am flying to Orlando to a conference with over 700 people who are also in this program across North America. We will all be staying in a fancy huge hotel (made affordable for me by splitting the room with 3 other lovely ladies) and my days will be entirely filled with meetings. I know that this makes a difference, I’ve seen the incredible shifts that people inside of this program have made in areas that are important to them, in making projects that they really want to happen actually take root and be real. I know that I would not be living in New York City, applying to jobs I really want, creating art projects that are bigger than me, being relatively unafraid knowing that I am a powerful listener and leader, that I can make a difference connecting with people. Yet I also feel like a fake. I can’t afford to take a trip to Florida. My family is funding my trip for Thanksgiving. I am unsure where I will get funds to pay for January’s rent. But I have the security of my family who will always back me, and that is something that not everyone has. And I use this as a reason why I am a fake and I’m not part of the movement.

I am committing to by the end of November:

  • moving my money, closing my Bank of America accounts.
  • Getting involved in OWS in a concrete way that I can own and be a part of the larger movement, instead of an occasional onlooker and casual participant. maybe through a project. maybe through a committee.
  • I will share my projects with everyone even when they scare me, even when I think they are dumb or insignificant. I will take critical feedback constructively and not personally. I welcome your feedback.
  • I will expand my projects as far beyond me as possible. I will trust others, giving up that I am the only one who knows how to “do it right” or do it best. I will make space for other people.
  • I will meet up with 1 friend I haven’t seen in months from NYC every week (as part of expanding people powered projects, consistent with my belief in the power of community and relationships)

I just remembered how paralyzed I was creatively a few months ago. Living in Florida, not being sure what was next, feeling like I didn’t have enough time or friends or resources to make any projects happen. I’ve applied to over 10 things (jobs, projects, classes, etc) in the last week, I’m seeking new funding sources for the unpaid projects, I’m living in the most incredible city surrounded by activists and artists and passionate people who are up to big huge things. I’ve set up my room to be a top notch studio, with all my fabrics lined up by color, with bins for “found objects” for “letter writing papers” for “jewelry making” for “thread” for “adhesives”.

I sat in the same aisle of the plane as a young woman (maybe 10 years old?) named Alia. She looked Middle Eastern. Her grandmother was Russian and sat in between us two Aliyas. The little girl was a brilliant translator for her grandmother. She was wearing all purple. I was proud to share a name with her.

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wish you were here:The Quilts.

something i talked to my mom about while I was packing/moving was that I actually, in a not ironic way, think that I am superhuman. I somehow continue to believe that I can stay up all night and do a million things and projects and literally defy time. Because I REALLY DO. I stay up till 2 or 3 am, and then I wake up at 7:30 or 8 and ACTUALLY HAVE A NORMAL DAY, EVEN A PRODUCTIVE DAY. and I don’t even really drink coffee (except lately but i think it’s just so I feel more fancy/new-yorker-y while riding the subway). The night time to me feels like an endless sea of time and productivity. Time when no one is there to distract me and I can do all those projects I think about / draw diagrams / make lists about during the day. It’s ALIYA time. And then, I hit this wall every time. because (spoiler alert): I am Not A Superhuman. I’m pretty great, but not a Superhuman. and this really gets me. So many things I want to do. Why can’t I be? Please? Pleaeeeaseeezzee?

One thing that Superhumans are great at is “Mental Packing”. Its where you pack your whole life in your head, and then it’s all taken care of! No Tape Needed TM! I am really good at mental packing. “Don’t worry mom, I Mentally Packed. I’ve got this Under Control.”

But luckily I am also somewhat good at real packing (sort of). 9 boxes later, a pile of trash stuff, a pile of give away stuff, a pile of useful stuff I might have accidentally taken from your desk stuff, a pile of empty boxes/containers stuff, a pile of small gift packages to send off filled with presents (that some people might consider “crap”) and 4 other “to be shipped someday later” boxes, I am moved out of Florida.

One of my last projects was making quilts. I call these my “Wish You Were Here” postcard quilts. I’m not exactly sure where “here” is, but each of these is a tiny world that I just love. They don’t quite go together, but the plastic trees make all these quilts friends. maybe cousins from different nations. The plastic trees make me laugh.

TO all my friends and family and people I don’t even know I love yet across the nation and beyond, I wish you were here with me. I am so excited to be here, wherever that made up tiny hott-pink landscape is.

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goin travellin

hello!
aliya here again, with an update as i head west, again.
(I’m like Travel Career Barbie! with all her accesories and outfits fitting into her cute carry-on suitcase!)

this time its for another residency at the West Coast Bonar Family Satellite Residency Program. Special occasion: Bubbie and Zaydie’s 60th anniversary!!! wow!! In honor of this special event, my whole (dad’s side) family is getting together – all families, cousins, great uncles, partners, everyone. Those who were not there before, are now coming. Those who did not want to see each other are now willing to be together.

I am so excited to honor and celebrate what my grandparents have created and made possible that has us all being such great people contributing so much to our worlds!

AND NOW, the (illustrated) ALIYA TRAVEL CHRONICLES!


ft. lauderdale airport! look how FLORIDIAN this architecture is! This is part of my investigation into “Florida Architecture” — I know it when I see it, but I’m trying to figure out why. I think this shows how big everything built is in FL (many public buildings/highways I mean); the land is very open and flat so we build things big? Also, we like to drive around in airconditioned big cars? and there aren’t old little streets in the way that we have to build around, so why not make gigantic 6 lane highways? Also note, palm trees. obvi.

parking lot at work: is this a hint? whatevs– obvi i do my own detailing!! (also, sadly note how
COMPLETELY FADED! the lightning bolts/stripes have become in just 6 months! ridiculous.)

THE BEST DRESS EVER! but not in my size. or price range. at the vintage shop downtown! it’s like the cupcake dress, but upside-down and RED!!! next step: make my own.Taking care of the house before we leave: watering all the plants. I forgot how amazing our backyard smells. Kinda humid (yes it has a smell), kinda almost-rotting-fruit, and then lots of fresh leaves smell. Living in a tropical wonderland is really kinda amazing.
Most amazing, is our mango trees which are blooming now!! Starfruit in the winter, mangoes in the summer!! and in about a month… the pineapples will be ready! yes. really. (come visit)

delish! definitely not transporting these tropical fruits across state lines.

packing: usually my worst enemy. BUT i’m actually getting pretty good at it! I packed with only one slightly pathetic meltdown about what is appropriate shabbat wear. ended up only packing 1 last minute thrown in extra just-in-case outfit.
And look who’s moving west!! I realized too late that OF COURSE i shoulda brought TWO animals for an ANNIVERSARY GIFT, but oh well. i’ll have to send her partner in the mail after I get home.

A LIST: for plane and pre-departure things to remember and do and call.  (you know you were anxiously waiting to see it)

AND THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART OF FLYING OUT OF FLORIDA!! seeing my home state so brilliantly laid out in front of me!! no where else do you have the water and the coast as such a great reference tool!

I THINK THIS IS WHERE I LIVE.

LOOK AT THESE FREAKING CLOUDS (yes — that is the cloud’s shadow over the water)! beautiful.

the everglades are also my favorite part. i mean, i guess this isn’t my favorite part really, but it’s really interesting/weird/gross. I like the apparent control over nature — how we just drew a line and bam, people on this side, everglades on the other. heh heh heh, says nature. Just wait for some hurricanes.

OK, well, when I get to publish this I will be on my way to my cousins house for Shabbat! and then sam’s gonna join us later! I’m so excited to see them and hang out and do some jewish learning and but most excited for family time. in the past i’ve always gotten a little weird about being the only girl and feeling like I don’t know how to do it right or I don’t know all the rules or maybe I’m wearing the wrong thing. but! I’m just going to have fun and be a self assured young woman who knows exactly what to do and say –with some great things to contribute! Also probably upcoming: lots of questions about what I’m doing and do I have a job yet! yep! super fun!

have a good saturday!

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key west-ward

[note: this blog post was written and published on January 14, 2010 as part of a now-retired half-heartedly-started blog. All Bonar Family Residency Updates will come from this source from now on.]

hello friends

well, here i sit, about 5 posts behind from where my mental blogging has been, but oh well.

if you want to imagine what those past posts are, or maybe i will get to them in the future (no promises) they were titled something like this:

  1. “And then there were 14”
  2. “South Florida is the Best Florida.”
  3. “Miami Vice: Art Basel is weird”
  4. “Western Massachusetts is the Best Massachusetts.”
  5. “Lightning Fast: The Bonar Family Residency’s first visiting artist”
  6. “twenty-ten: awesome”
  7. “We Ate a Lot of Pancakes”
  8. “Arctic Pet Shop: They’re ALIVE!!”

I guess I’m 8 posts behind. anyways. Weren’t those great updates?

Now I’m here! Welcome friends, to January 14, 2010. What a great day!

Where am I? In Key West, of course the end of Route 1, and a mere 90 miles from Cuba (julie!! come visit me and we’ll build a boat to sail to cuba!). I’m in the Business Lounge of the Courtyard Marriott Waterfront!!! I am really falling in love with this business lounge. Sorry, it’s the Business Library (but, shhhh, the only books here are Nora Roberts, Island of the Blue Dolphins, and To Die For by Linda Howard.)

I’m volunteering this week at Sculpture Key West, a public art (set in a tropical paradise) project that my former-supervisor and mentor and friend, Julia Handschuh recommended I get involved with, especially since I’m already in Florida (it’s in the same state so it’s nearby, right?). So I called up the coordinator, Vera, and told her I was up for assisting. She got back to me with a job: manning the Info Booth. I thought, ok, so i’ll take it on for real, like, “Info Booth” as art piece — over the top, flags, information about all kinds of things, really, lots of information. She thought that was kinda interesting. So anyways, I’m here as a general volunteer. Actually, my nametag says “Administrative Assistant”. Not quite what I was looking for, but it sounds really official so I’ll take it. And, I love nametags. So official.

We got here yesterday (wednesday). I picked up Julia and her partner Andrew in Miami and we drove forever down to the farthest southern point of the US. I can’t say I’ve been a huge fan of the keys during my span as a Florida Resident. I kinda avoid them. But they are incredibly beautiful. the water is so blue, it’s unreal. and I do love the extremely floridian trees and birds and architecture and residents. I think after moving away and then coming back I’m more attune to the parts of my floridian life that are really (really) Floridian, and what that even means***.

We got here… and then Vera told me to relax and we’d start tomorrow. Ok. Awesome. We checked into our room (free hotel room! awesome!) and settled in. The hotel has a free shuttle service into town every half hour, and a bowl of mints, a Business Lounge (with internetz!) and a coffee/tea/hot chocolate table. I especially like their concierge booth. It has a sign that in big letters says,

Concierge (in big letters)
services
available
9am-5pm
… usually (in big letters)

so from far away it looks like “Concierge… usually”. “We care…. but not that much.”

Ok ok. so anyways. we settled into room 107. I don’t want to complain, because it’s a free room, but we got the “reduced rate room”. Just out of curiosity, we asked if we could switch rooms. The ladies at teh front desk sorta muttered to each other, “It’s room 107 — they want to switch from room 107.” “Oh, 107?” “yeah, 107.” “Oh.”

So I guess we’re in a haunted room. I mean, a reduced rate room. whatever, it’s awesome. It’s too bad we don’t get a prime view of the Tiki hut (on the way down, we discussed what exactly a “tiki hut” is: turns out it’s the thatched roof. Any more info y’all got, lay it down in the comments.), but we got a place to sleep and a shower and a microwave!!

Last night I decided to do some business work in the Business Lounge…. sewing stuffed animals. I trucked my sewing machine into the lobby and set up shop, sewing 9 (nine!) stuffed animals on the little coffee tables near the big tv. I only had one person stop and ask me what the heck I was doing. She told me how her daughter – well, now she’s 23 years old and way beyond this stuff, but — used to make stuffed animals with her back when she was little. so funny! aren’t kids weird! yep. ok. anyways. 9 stuffed animals! and I know that i’m doing something right because each time i finish one, even though they’re all the same model and pattern, each time i finish one i think, “oh!!! it’s so cute!!!” they’re just so cute! really.

I need to come up with a good species name for these animals. thoughts? please. let me know. they look like horses/bison/three-legged things/zebras/dogs/polar bears/ant-eaters/fun-lovin-machines? All i know is that, as a group, they are a HERD. or maybe, a HEARD. (as in, they are heard and listened to?)

***

this morning, I get up, ready to tackle the whole freakin island. I walk to the Business Lounge in my Business Pajamas and do some Business while watching the news about Haiti (can’t comprehend it all. weird to be here doing my thing while whole worlds are collapsing/changing/forcing their way into new worlds). I called Vera… and she said to give her another day! she’s not ready for me!! Ok, here is a classic example of people not knowing what to do with volunteers. a classic situation really (I can say this as a seasoned veteran, knowledgeable in the realm of “having other people do your work for you”). But frustrating! I mean, Vera is clearly stressed out and has a lot on her plate, and she thinks its easier to just do it all herself rather than have me do something!!

I was a bit bummed, I mean, I took half the week off to be here and volunteer, and she was saying that I should just hang out? I’m ok with hanging out, but to an extent. I don’t vacation easily really. Especially when I thought I’d be working.

Breath in: why am I here? to make connections. to be a working artist. to volunteer, to be of service to a project to others’ visions and meet people. to have a fun vay-cay! while making art!

I took a trip to the lovely exercise room, showered, made a peanut butter jelly rice-cake (sally cake) and then a tuna fish tortilla wrap. but, shoot! how the heck do i transport a kinda sloppy tunafish wrap?? no baggies, saran wrap…..um„ ok i’ll just transport it in my belly. it was like 2 people were there, the me that knows i have a tiny belly and can’t really eat 2 sandwiches in one meal, and the me that didn’t know how else to handle the sandwich that surely would be soggy and gross later. I ate the damn sandwich. And then felt lame. of course. I hate tunafish. oh well.

And off to downtown! walked around forever. I went to the fort (where julia’s art piece is), to the cafe where we went with my family back like 3 years ago, to the giant banyan tree, to the main street with so many chain stores, to the million different locations of the “Key Lime Pie Factory” — like 1 per block it seemed. I went to the historic fort, where most of the art pieces are located, and walked around a lot. I saw this family scene: a brother (maybe aged 12? 13?) video taping his sister (aged 8? 9?) who was speaking in another language (french? or some kind of japanese? or a mixture? does that exist?) about the fort. she was the most un-animated narrator in an extremely boring documentary about this fort ever. but it was also hilarious because she was maybe 9. anyways. it was a beautiful fort. it felt very romantic. for me and myself. i am very good romantic company for myself.

I sorta half heartedly tried to assist other artists setting up for the sculpture key west project. but i didn’t know where they were and kinda just wanted to walk around. I sat on the rocky/coral beach, and combed through their shells/rocks. I love how the shells are SO SO SO different from the ones in Delray Beach, even though we’re really not that far away!

went to the Discovery Center of the Florida Keys. it was beautiful. I loved the light-up map of the keys, with different lights to signal the light houses, the ship wrecks, the diving areas, the historic sites of where indigenous people used to live, the patterns that the water flows in, the lights to mark each of the 42 bridges that connect all the keys together in one long highway.

I thought of a motto for myself, my life, my future job: “Looks like y’all could use some community up in here.” or “This could probably use some more community.”

walked back to the hotel shuttle pick up point.

In the shuttle, we listened to “98.7 Conch Country” which I wondered if the Marriott mandated the shuttle driver to play exclusively, as it’s been on every ride I’ve taken on the shuttle, and it’s so terrible I can’t imagine anyone listening to it voluntarily. I started writing down some of the lyrics of the, what I would describe as “pop country”, music. (For some reason, the only two kinds of stations you can find here are country and salsa. the salsa makes sense, but the country… it makes it seem more like gainsville than miami…)

here’s a sampling of the classy music: “I wanna kiss a girl, I wanna hold her tight, and maybe make a little magic in the moonlight. Don’t wanna take it too fast, just take it slow, but it shouldn’t be this lonely in this big ole world.”

went back to the hotel. fixed the sewing machine even though it was tired from sewing so much and never getting a tune up. resolved that i must meet an old man who knows how to fix sewing machines and will show me how to lubricate and keep good ole Elna happy. sewed 2 more animals. (I’m now known by the hotel staff as “the sewing lady”… sewing at 11pm in the hotel lobby on a wednesday night…)

then off to an artist potluck! I was so excited. Finally! I’ll get to meet some other people! I’m loving my vay-cay, but if Julia and Andrew weren’t here, it’d be mighty lonely in this weird hotel room/weird island by myself. So it was so fun! I love potlucks. It was so awkward too! I embraced it. “Hello! My name is Aliya, and I’m a volunteer here this weekend. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m from florida.” it was great! met so many cool people. Jennifer is a collaborative artist! we exchanged business cards (yes, i have a business card. i am a business woman.) I ate delish food and finally met Vera! she told me she still didn’t have work… and i said, look, i think you do. you obviously are really stressed out, let me do something! so, suddenly, my day tomorrow went from “take it easy! enjoy Key West!” to a very full schedule! Including, driving this lady with circle sunglasses (worn at night, inside) and white long hair and cheetah print leggings and black cowboy boots to a “chachkie store”, and then driving to Marathon Key to pick up the programs, and then making a Sculpture Key West facebook page!! yes, of course i’m totally useful and important.

Andrew, Julia’s partner, who’s obviously been to a lof of these “artist gatherings” came up to me at one point and said, “so, have you had enough of the artists yet?” and I said, “Oh no, this is really fun! they’re great to talk to!” and then he went straight into reinacting some of the conversations he’s heard at these kinds of things: “So really, my piece is about every person, every individual, and how we’re all a part of the whole. Really, it’s all about our connectedness, and how each one of us is a tiny grain of the larger mass of the world. So, my art piece is the sand: the whole beach is my art piece.” He was spot on. it was exactly how the conversations were at this event!! AND… I love it. No hating here.

met some other younger people! one of the artists got a grant from his school to bring 2 of his students down with him! they were fun. and they’re staying in our hotel! pool party!!!

SO. that’s where we’re at, everyone. In Key West, preparing and counting down 7 more days until I do a complete U-Turn and fly up to Minnesota to freeze my ass off! wow. so exciting.

i’ve missed you all, my blogging readers! if you still exist!! keep checking up on me! I have some things to say, even if they’re not that interesting.

um, GOODNIGHT! leave some comments. let me know you exist.

LOVE,

aliya

***((ATTENTION:: anyone who has recommendations of books or novels or other things set in Florida, specifically southern Florida, please tell me about them! I’m really interested in this southern florida culture, something I can instantly recognize and identify with to a point, but have not yet taken the time to really understand or pin point what makes one thing floridian or not.))

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