Buongiorno. I was so engrossed in

Buongiorno. I was so engrossed in my conversation with Angelia Moretti at the pier yesterday that I almost got on the wrong boat. Alilaguna only goes to the airport. Saluti, Mafalda Cinquetti from

Art Basel Diary: mouse in the house, Kanye at Unlimited, and Cattelan's banana gets supersized

En mi blog personal he dejado esto

Qu hay dentro de la caja

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Art Basel Diary: the carnival comes to town, art of the algorithm and Mum's the word

Journal Week 24, June 2026

Well, it's been quite a week! Mostly, I struggled with a lot of pain, due to a big muscle in my back making a mess of things. Monday to Tuesday night, I almost called emergency services due to the pain. Then, something popped hard, which gave some instant relief. But, the rest of the week was dominated by my back being just awful. I was fortunate to get some help with Koa, as several neighbors and mum have taken him out on a normal walk for a few days. Koa started to lose his little sharp puppy teefs, which meant a lot of biting. He's been more naughty, doing things he knows he should not be doing. As I struggled with my back having a more bitey, and naugty, pup wasn't the easiest thing to deal with. I ordered some things for Koa, and I got my ordered pictures delivered, so I could add them to the old skool photo albums. It was a hard week, due to my stupid back. But, we made it through the best we could. A screenshot from the "weer&radar" weather app or website showing a 14-day weather forecast for Herpen, dated June 8, 2026.The image has a dark blue background with a central white graph panel. At the top, yellow and white text reads "14-daagse verwachting", "Herpen", and "08 juni 2026".The graph displays a two-week timeline starting on Monday (Ma) and ending on Sunday (Zo), with weekends highlighted by light blue vertical bands. Two line graphs plot the temperatures: a top red line for maximum temperatures and a bottom blue line for minimum temperatures, both in degrees Celsius.The daily breakdown is as follows:Week 1:Monday: Max 21, Min 13 (Rain drop icon)Tuesday: Max 17, Min 11 (Lightning/thunderstorm icon)Wednesday: Max 17, Min 9 (Lightning/thunderstorm icon)Thursday: Max 18, Min 10 (Rain drop icon)Friday: Max 20, Min 12 (Rain drop icon)Saturday: Max 24, Min 15Sunday: Max 25, Min 14Week 2:Monday: Max 27, Min 15Tuesday: Max 26, Min 15Wednesday: Max 26, Min 14Thursday: Max 22, Min 13Friday: Max 21, Min 12Saturday: Max 22, Min 12Sunday: Max 25, Min 14Below the temperature graphs, a horizontal bar indicates sunshine duration using a yellow gradient, with a legend showing a sun icon ranging from "veel" (much yellow) to "weinig" (little yellow/grey). The first five days also feature small weather icons for rain or thunderstorms, while the remaining days show varying shades of yellow indicating plenty of sunshine.At the bottom of the image, the "weer&radar" logo is displayed in white and yellow, followed by "beschikbaar voor" alongside Android, Apple, and web icons. The very bottom text reads "Stand: 08-06-2026".Quick links to the days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday & Sunday.

Buongiorno. Yesterday, the supermarket on Via Nova had onions from Chioggia on sale. The store is not exactly close by, but still worth the walk. I could not miss that opportunity. Saluti, Mafalda Cinquetti from

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Resurfacing

Hello Friends! I did not intend to take time away, but life has been full and I am still searching to strike some sort of balance with all the things. In the meantime, Ive been prioritizing personal journal writing over blog writing. Ive consistently kept a journal since I was 10-years-old. It has become the primary way in which I think about things and it is important to my mental health.

Heres my first diary and the first entry on February 24, 1978:

The entry reads, Dear Diary. Alicia got a camra. and there was no film in it and Marie Jakie Cindy and Tammy thout that they were really taking pictures.

Scandalous stuff, especially all the misspellings and poor punctuation!

I made another entry the next day on the 25th that notes I helped my dad trim the flowers, got in an argument with my sister, and before dinner my mom put me on a diet. WTF I was 10! I have read this diary a few times and had no recall of this entry. But lately in my Buddhist practice, which is an embodied practice, I have begun the process of making friends with my body. Reading this diary entry was a bell of mindfulness, and I have gained a great insight into myself and the suffering from the wound I wish to transform. Just one reason why keeping a diary/journal is so important!

In the last several years, my journal has taken second place to blogging, but with the Metro Surge ICE invasion I needed to make my journal take first place. The Surge is technically over, but ICE is still active here, there are community groups formed and forming that I am involved with, and there is much trauma to work through. And then there have been baby chickens to raise, and a garden to plant and care for as well as the usual full-time job and daily and weekly tasks of living. And sourdough. I have been learning lots and getting so good! Check it out:

Thats a . I made a significant cut in the sugar and salt and used half bread flour and half whole wheat. Toast up a slice to eat with my morning porridge with a little rose petal and peony jam made from the garden flowers, and wowza! I have much to burble on about sourdough bread baking, but will leave it for another time.

In prioritizing journaling I have also renewed my pleasure in fountain pens. I have enjoyed using fountain pens for decades and have a nice little collection as well as quite a few bottles of ink. I havent bought new ink in years and have been using just one favorite pen for my journal and another for letters, but it turns out one of my Beloved Community Circle friends is a fountain pen collector and their enthusiasm has reawakened mine.

They have shared some ink samples with me and recently gifted me with a vintage Esterbrook. I have gifted them with a shark pen and intend to share some ink samples too. So for my birthday in April when my mom sent me a cash gift, I bought some new ink and have put some more of my pens into use rotation.

Here are a few of my pens, from top to bottom: Lamy Safari with a broad nib and azurite ink Lamy All Star with a stub nib and Earl Grey ink my own shark pen with a medium nib and purple ink the vintage Esterbrook my friend gifted me with a medium nib and Mysterious Blue ink.

I am by no means a pen collector, I just have a collection of pens. My pleasure comes from using different pens and inks and nib sizes on different paper and for different purposes, not in the actual collecting. I find great joy in the slowness of writing with a fountain pen in the feeling of the nib moving across paper in the beautiful colors of the various inks in seeing how different inks and nib sizes work together and change the way my writing looks. It is a physically grounding aesthetic practice and I am so happy my BCC friend has brought me back to it.

Chickens

Babba Yaga and Nanny Ogg moved into the coop about two weeks ago. Their transition has gone well, but oh, I have stories! They will have to wait a bit. For now, here are the sassy girls who, if I counted correctly, are just over 10 weeks old:

Baba is the white chicken. She is a Pearl Onyx and is supposed to have a black wattle and comb with additional bits of black in her feathers. She has barely any black, anywhere. This may or may not change as she continues to grow, but shes a bit of a rebel so I wont be surprised if it doesnt. Nanny Ogg is a Speckled Sussex and a gorgeous girl the photo doesnt do her justice. She is a friendly, curious hen who might end up getting herself into trouble one of these days because of it. I adore them both!

Garden

The weather the last few weeks has been hot and dry, but weve been managing to keep the garden watered enough so only one tomato plant succumbed. Ive been picking rhubarb, salads, and now strawberries. So many strawberries!

Lots of garden stories too I hope to share.

Fingers crossed I will manage to make some space for regular posting even if, as dear, kind suggested, it is only photos and a few words. I hope you are all well and thriving.

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Didn't know that there is an unedited version of Anne Frank's diary.

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Ik leerde het werk van Etty Hillesum bij toeval kennen. Ik struinde over de Haagse Boekenmarkt op het Lange Voorhout en het boek Het denkende hart van de barak stak uit een boekendoos. Het was inmiddels bijna oud papier: een lichtgroene omslag, vergeelde paginas. En ik kon het meenemen voor vier euro.

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Anne Frank (June 12, 1929 February 1945) for her thirteenth birthday received a diary. She began to write about her life, the people around her, short stories even a novel.

She dreamed of becoming a writer.

War left us only her diary.

It stole the girl, the books she never wrote, and the life she should have had.

Buongiorno. Where it gets dark and smells a little musty. That would probably be a better way to describe it. Ill let Silvana Mercuti know right away! Saluti, Mafalda Cinquetti from

"It's funny - the reasons why these women actually come to share their beds and husbands with someone else are so many: fear, pleasure, jealousy, curiosity, insecurity, fantasy. But deep down, I believe that all women really like being with other women.
Whether men enjoy being with other men, I'm not sure, because when I'm with two at the same time, even at 'parties' with DP and the whole works, I've never seen anything happen between them (which is a shame). If they do it when they're alone, well, that's another story . . . I've shared the intimacy of sex with lots of people, men and women, and I know what I'm talking about. I'm going to be an excellent psychologist, mark my words."

"After going out with couples became routine, and I'd been initiated into the interesting world of swingers' clubs, I came to a conclusion about women: they like being with other women. This story about 'indulging her husband's fantasies' is for a minority. It's a useful excuse. Women are shyer, more reserved, afraid of taboos."

Second Most Bullied School Girl

Growing up as the second most bullied girl in school, my peers never let me forget what I was in their eyes: poor, too skinny, and built like a boy.

While the most bullied girl had the emotional tools to ignore them, my painfully shy disposition forced me into a permanent retreat. I became entirely mute from social phobia, walking fast with my eyes glued to the ground to avoid the vicious circles of classmates who surrounded me to mock my appearance and watch me cry.

To them, I was just the Weird Girlalways the last picked in P.E., condemned as retarded, and deeply misunderstood, despite being a sweet, rule-following student who only spoke when a teacher directly called on me.

My physical reality outside the classroom only deepened the isolation, making me the target for being the poorest child there.

Every morning began with a smoke-filled car ride, and I often arrived at school with a stained uniform, unbrushed teeth, a rats nest of hair down to my butt, and the smell of cat urine clinging to my clothes.

The relentless venom from other kidswho even told me how sad it was for my parents to have to deal with meforced me to develop a hyper-attunement to everyone around me.

Very early on, my emotional development was arrested by a heartbreaking coping mechanism: learning to completely hide my true self just to survive the sting of their rejection.

Insane.

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