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Yes, the beautiful number of 111.
I don’t know where to start these days. I wake up every morning paralyzed for a bit do not know which should I do first for a couple of minutes, just lying there on my bed staring at my ceiling.
It showed clearly why today. Woke up this morning a little bit late, half ran to the bus station hoping to catch a train to the university on time. Read a classic compilation of short fictions about a historical area where artists, merchants, and thugs met naturally in the middle of Jakarta, by a film director who stopped directing movies + concentrated on writing (especially scripts) after Indonesian movies met its first downhill era in the seventies. That area has since been eradicated by hyper-gentrification. There is no such place in this city anymore. Did the theory class for the Master students. Attendance was 2 out of 4. Had group crits with my studio, + forwarded them an email about an event called “Ciliwung Perspectives” tomorrow. I hope some of them will be interested to come. It’s all about flooding in the end.
Finished the book, Misbach Yusa Biran’s Keajaiban di Pasar Senen (originally titled Miracolo Senen Raya, derived from Vittorio di Sica’s Miracolo a Milano) on the train from the university to ruangrupa. Last day of marathon meeting this week (it’s decided to do a marathon meeting every Thursday + Friday of the last week of the month all year), talking about our involvement in the forthcoming São Paulo Biennale + the Arts Collaboratory meeting hosted by us in May. I was mainly there to be present in the discussion.
Went home to change, + off to a work meeting over beer (I had to have dinner by the time, as I didn’t really have lunch). Work = grant scheming for a plan to prototype a program needed to boost the utilization of OpenStreetMap in an effort to map water management + behaviour in Jakarta. I got home tipsy. It’s been a while.
Now, although all the above make interesting story, one question lingers: am I actually working? My day consists of meeting + talking to people these days. Tomorrow will start with meeting a fellow architect about prospective projects… Asking him to give an architectural drawing workshop for my studio is one of them.
Please don’t get me wrong. I love doing what I am doing right now (the lack of sufficient words to describe actually what I am doing most of the time also something I cherish), but in those few seconds on my bed in the state of not fully awake, but not really asleep, a voice never fails to whisper, “What are you going to do today, lazy ass?”