In 2010 I will spend a year of kissing.
Each day I will kiss the lips of a different person.
I will call the project 2010: a year of kissing people.
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2009: a year with lemons
2010: a year of kissing people
16 November 2009 @ 11:00 pm
In 2010 I will spend a year of kissing.
Each day I will kiss the lips of a different person.
I will call the project 2010: a year of kissing people.
Join in?
15 November 2009 @ 07:30 pm
Unusually, I asked my sister for a cigarette, and provided both of us with an ashtray formed from a gouged lemon. My cigarette went quickly, but there was enough material for me to study two separate techniques for getting rid of the ash. The half-lemon filled.
14 November 2009 @ 11:30 am
At the Adelaide Central Market's yoghurt stand I asked if they might slice up and mix through the lemon in my bag, peel and all, as small as possible. After an ad-hoc conference the staff agreed, and one of them started preparing the fruit. She was careful about it, feeling the eyes of her colleagues on her hands. First, a layer of yoghurt, then some lemon, then yoghurt again, and so on, all the way to the top of the tub. By that stage I was hungry for it, and willingly gave the woman a tip. Verdict? One of the best morning desserts imaginable, if/when the yoghurt is excellent.
13 November 2009 @ 08:30 pm
They called the concert "Coloratura Showcase" and there were numerous opportunities to loudly applaud the orchestra, the soprano, the soprano's dress. I did so using lemons.
12 November 2009 @ 10:30 am
My workplace has a green stamp in the shape of a krill, and a red stamp in the shape of a Roman helmet. I applied the krill to a lemon, one morning, creating a work of flash surrealism that stayed weirdly around the desk all day.
11 November 2009 @ 05:30 pm
My friend and I ordered after-work gin & tonics, pleased to see each of them served with an eighth of a lemon sagging inside, bitterly disintegrating, getting suckable.
10 November 2009 @ 06:30 pm
At the public pool I took a lemon into the slow lane, passing it from hand to hand as I moved in freestyle from south to north. This was not a safe technique, and I struggled hopelessly over my first fifty metres, passing only the idlest breast-strokers. When I'd completed two breathless laps I placed the lemon at the end of the lane, among other flotation devices, as an alternative for other swimmers.
09 November 2009 @ 07:30 pm
08 November 2009 @ 11:30 pm
On the same day as viewing all three Lord of the Rings films on the big screen I made myself a ring out of lemon rind, sliding it menacingly (but fragrantly) along my index finger.
07 November 2009 @ 07:30 pm
I sat in the big armchair and rolled my feet across lemons, seeking pressure points. The sensation was positive and immediate, and I kept pushing and spinning the lemons until they leaked their juice, protestingly.
06 November 2009 @ 08:30 pm
On the first of the hot days Julien and I took our dinner to the beach, where I built a tall sandcastle topped by a lemon.
05 November 2009 @ 05:30 pm
Into the site of a well-known archaeological dig I blew the seed of a lemon, hoping that it might be stepped on, then dug up, then talked about.
04 November 2009 @ 08:30 pm
I filled most of my new photo frames with pictures of my husband, reserving only the last for a thin slice of lemon, pressed firmly against the glass.
03 November 2009 @ 10:30 am
I was at work on Melbourne Cup day, entertaining myself and my colleagues by selecting horses on which to bet by counting the seeds in a lemon. There were eleven, for the Cup, so I put ten dollars on the favourite, Alcopop, who was wearing #11. For a while it looked as if the divination had been a success, until the race was concluded with the horse in sixth.
02 November 2009 @ 02:30 pm
On a day of exploratory cycling I set myself a challenge: staying upright while performing figure-8s around a pair of lemons that got less and less far apart. I had to manage eight of them before Julien shifted the lemons; I reached level 5 (very close!) before missing.
01 November 2009 @ 08:30 pm
I removed a plastic bollard from a roadwork site, took it home and filled it with lemons. When angled from side to side it made a tumbling sound; when shaken, it was like thunder.
31 October 2009 @ 08:30 pm
It was the first barbecue of the year, and I contributed lemons, scraping them through the oil until golden brown and al dente. Then we ate them skin and all, without condiments.
30 October 2009 @ 05:30 pm
I sliced lemon skin into small shapes then arranged them across the apartment's sunniest window, depicting scenes like a boat being guided by a star.
29 October 2009 @ 07:30 pm
I purchased patty pans and filled them with half-lemons smudged with icing sugar, then baked the tray for half-an-hour or so. The result was a finely-balanced treat that required only the gentlest scooping. Yum!
