THE DEATH OF TIME

by angeliska on April 15, 2003

I haven’t much had the time or inclination to exhibit my thoughts or doings in these pages of late- much less catch my breath for what seems like a long while.
Now, for the first time in months, I am alone in the house for an extended period..
An abbrieviated run-down of various happenings is as follows..
This morning, the person I love, cherish and relate to most in this world left town
for a good long while..
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My darling princess crocodile has flown the coop for cooler climes
and though I know she shall return in the fall I can’t help feeling halved and hollow…
In fact, I feel just like this:
A DEAD BABY BIRD
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In other news…
Z’OTZ IS DEAD – LONG LIVE Z’OTZ!
The new Z’otz Coffeehouse is slated to be up and running this Friday, at 2003 Royal, on the corner of Royal and Touro..The new space is lovely, and is in one of the oldest buildings in the Marigny..The old location has been unceremoniously closed, so don’t bother looking for us there. In the meantime, much ticking and tacking and mucking and cleaning and such occurs in any “free-time” I come across, and if anyone finds themselves dreadfully lacking in the activity department, stop by and we’ll put a staple gun and some wood stain in your hands. You bring the elbow grease.
THE DEATH OF MY SOCIAL LIFE
I work like a damn dog. All the time. Money is good, I like it and need it.
Hence, I have no time. I work for taciturn asian people who respond to me in shouts or grunts. They have two adorable youngsters, Vivian and Victor, who are also very taciturn.
When Victor is not terrorizing the waitstaff in his one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eater mode, he is ignoring us. He became annoyed when the sharks and octopi and seahorses I drew were better than his. Alex from Moscow, light of my life, dishwasher and delivery-person extraordinaire will be breaking my heart soon by leaving the country. He is the only person I can talk to there.
DEATH AND TAXES
My previous employers are attempting to fuck me over regarding my taxes this year, by filing me as an independent contractor when I most obviously was not, to avoid paying their half of my social security. I am finding this to be extremely ennervating. I suppose I will need to go find a decent attorney soon. Regardless, I still owe an exorbitant amount of money to the IRS, and I’m very cross about the entire thing.
DEATH AND FASHION
Looks like Italian Vogue is coming in May to do a shoot in our apartment. Woo.
DEATH TO INSECTS
I have been devoting any spare time I have to the cultivation of carnivorous plants.
I am raising sundews and venus flytraps, as well as a terrarium of Utricularia (otherwise known as bladderworts or angry-bunnyrabbit flowers) and pygmy sundews..These are very, very minute little creatures which feed on even tinier creatures. But they are slightly unhappy right now, so I shan’t show them until they’re feeling better.
But-
My flytrap caught a large insect, and my Drosera adelae is flowering!
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It’s the small things that make life worth living.

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