I like the subway.

Jesus, i do deeply dislike me.

Experiments, 24/7.

It’s scary, packing up. I want to go, I get emotional tho. 10 years. Not a happy place anymore, still it’s very eerie to exit. Poor little apartment. Goodbye.

We are on Myconos for Easter. Very mellow and soothing.

Wow, one can get used to anything, good, indifferent, bad.

Deafening silence.

I remember not long ago, a family of four, all sharing the same big white bed. Now we’re all scattered about, never to be united again. Such is life, I guess.

Souppy the cat is having a mastectomy tonight. The biopsy will show what lies ahead for us. My Souppy. Seems like yesterday that I met you by chance in the street, a little scruffy baby, scared out of your wits. Picked you up, put you in my coat and we have been a wonderfully disfunctional family ever since. I love you so, my little (huge) furry ball.

Last shot. After I cross this corridor and exit camera left, it’ll have been the last shot of the last shooting day of this film.
Tomorrow morning, I’m going home to my girls and to a huge emotional, cultural and environmental shock.

Rain on demand.

A village is no place for a beautiful little lamb. They got his one from the butcher’s after I threatened to walk off the picture if they killed the live one they had brought to slaughter just for the motherfucking scene.

Last day of shooting.

Last week up here. Extreme cabin fever. Tired. So sick of these people.

I have a tree house, I’m never alone up there.

First day off in three weeks. I’ll stay in and gorge on my favorite blogs, diaries and journals. About 250 of them.

The latest issue of Highlights magazine is out now. Interview by Thodoris Colovos, photos by Christos Sarris.

After a fun day of bombs, fire, guns, smoke, mud and soot.

While on a break from a big battle scene, I gave nature a quick weave.

Bombs and bullets and smoke all day today. Loads of fun. Just like a western.

Also, there’s lots to be said about the comfort of strangers.

The last couple of weeks have been arduous, due to the arrival of 40 noisy actors and extras. Whatever atmosphere had been created on set before that, went out the window. They leave in a couple of days and to hell they can go.

I spend all of my down time in my hotel room, watching Grey Gardens and Dark Shadows. Precious company.

Mary Collins paid a quick visit on the set.

..as well as Meletis, who flew up for a fun weekend. Thank gawd.

Mel and I took a boat ride around the lake and the Byzantine churches there, built in caves.

Local products are very nice.

Trying to ignore the noise that these actors were loading up the set, by using creative avenues.

5am.

As soon as I finish the film, in about 10 days, I’ll be starting rehearsals in Athens for Fool for Love. I miss my daily routine, gym, good food, kitties, friends, but I dread it too.

Towards the end of the day, Mary Collins paid an inevitable visit to the set..

We’d be shooting at a decrepit, old village school, when I stumbled into my favorite childhood book, Josefin by Maria Gripe. I took it.

Goodnight.

Want one?

stray.

Heathcliff?

There is a heart shaped hole in the wall, which was stuffed shut with old shoes and corn cobs.

Meanwhile, feeble attempts at studying, by the crackling fire. People have started to come down for breakfast and for endless chatter, so back to my room I go.

As god as my witness. As god as my witness, I’m gonna live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never love again. If I have to lie, cheat, steal or kill, as god as my witness, I’ll never goddamn fall in love the fuck again.

shooting continues, under gruesome conditions. ‘least it’s pretty. very pretty.

I’d forgotten the sound of snow under one’s feet.

a retro nibble.

local snack.

a pious brew.

..and as usual, ending alone in my room with Victoria Winters.

Hey birdy bird.

This actress arrived and immediately they went after her with the scissors.

8am, in a dark, misty forest, to shoot the scenes where they chase me, catch up on me and beat me to a pulp. One glove with me, the other was lost a long time ago. It’s all I’ve got though. I buried it there and left it behind.

on set, I’m listening to Trovatore, lonely as fuck. You probably think this post is about you, it is.

First day of shooting and it went by fast, yet slowly.

snuck into a run down, old house and I found this big, dead bug. A beautiful Dragonfly. Kiki? Any ideas for a big, dead bug? Gawd!

After a long, loooong journey and getting lost in the mountains a few times, the convoy arrived in Prespes lake area to shoot this movie. It’s so quiet and cold. The hotel is cozAy but without gym or wifi. The owner, Mrs Toula, let me pick out the room I wanted, which she then furnished with rugs.

The following day was a day off, so early this morning I ventured out to investigate matters.

The shore is made up of shells, crushed ones, humongous ones and strange, transparent ones. I will come back here tomorrow to collect a whole bunch.

There are frogs, snakes, cows, goats, ducks, geese, many species of birds and fish, all of which I encountered within the first few hours here and I look forward to the bears, foxes and wolves that I was told roam free in the area.

they just told mAy over dinner that I’m leaving Saturday morning to start shooting the movie up at the mountains. Short notice. Not prepared. Loose ends.

[snail, bottom of glass]
I found her on top of Grande Bretagne hotel. I named her Judy and considered taking her in as a pet. But then I forgot about her. Sad.

recorded some Kavafy poems for the next issue of Odos Panos.

http://bosko-hippydippy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html

Hot off the press: the program I designed for the play.

cumfart cumfart cumfart cumfart cumfart cumfart

Nice people in this coffee shop. I’ll come again.

L. lent me this book. She had stuff underlined.

private i

Spot the monkey.

Strolling under the rain. Street lights.

10 minutes early, quickly turned into 5 minutes late. The Hare and the Tortoise etc, etc

Dad: bla bla?
Surgeon: bla bla bla bla.
Mom: bla bla bla?
Surgeon: bla bla bla!
Dad: bla bla..
Surgeon: I don’t see reason to operate. The antibiotics took care of problem. He’s being discharged. Get him out if here, he’s a nightmare patient.
Mom+Dad: He’s a nightmare son.

Wasn’t until the 20th time of watching Beales of Grey Gardens that I noticed Little Edith’s referrence to the play “Design for Living” and to the Maidstone Club. It all makes sense more and more and shines an even more attractive light on Edith.

In my mind, she could be great friends with Dare Wright who also had a very unique, DIY personal style as well as an opressive, overbearing mother. Dare could have done a great Lonely Doll book over at the GG house and beach. And of course, Dare’s muse doll was called “Edith”. What are the chances! Three Ediths. All of them lonely.

In other news, I stole some jello from the nurse’s tray. GAWD.

5am. Woke up and can’t go back to sleep because I’m starving. They won’t give me any food in case I get operated on tomorrow. This case of appendicitis has been confusing the doctors and after the scans, blood tests and observation, they’re still not sure if they should take it out. It’s been 24 hrs of not having eaten anything at all (I stole some gummy bears from some lady) and I’m just about finishing my 5th IV bottle. At least I have my own big room. A nurse just walked in with two cups for me to fill with pee.

dreaming of pastry.

flying into the night

5am.
Boarding the plane to the hospital.
GAWD
pain.

…but at 4am I had to go to the hospital cause I may have a case of the appendicitis, GAWD

Vivi and Vili visited. I made us chicken salads with arugula, spinach and grapes and Spee made this awesome cake.

I am capable of murder(s).

This trim didn’t feel therapeutic. Often does.

in the middle of my morning pee pee, this little gal came up and started talking to me.

Moon lit Mary

I want to pet Boubi but he’ll instantly pee himself in a random mix of joy, fear and retardation.

: I pet him. He peed.

David Lynch tweets: “I really love projects. Last weekend I worked on my paintings & some photography. Also working on some Flash animations.”

How cute and correct.

I other news, we ate so much again, I can safely assume I will have no abs come morning. Fail.

In main news though, you are too wonderful. Too, too.

Honestly, my great ambition at this point, is to unlearn to sleep on the left side of the beds I find myself in.

driving a 60s convertible VW around Myconos’ far off and uninhabited, forgotten parts, listening to Greek 60s psychadelic hits, as the sun was setting, totally felt like going back in time. trippy.

Last night was delicious.

a silent noise.

I let my cleaning lady go, after 10 years of her systematically wrecking my home and belongings. The one taking her place, is currently on vacation, so today I ventured to use the washing machine by myself. It was a riddle and quite scary, but I called and emailed people for advice and I even ironed afterwards, which is a feat best left to professionals. All in all, I felt triumphant. And clean.

a deafening silence.

sunday swim.

Meat is murder. Which makes it even yummier.

surprise bday party on the train

“.. it’s your birthday today!!! How great is that? Your mother celebrating both her coming to this world as well as giving birth to a sweet little boy with one eyebrow!! Everybody was happy smiling and cheering “it’s a boy!” oh, good times! Now u are a beautiful grown up man. Handsome like a tall green blooming tree, Creative like Jepetto, Intelligent like a wikipedia, Brilliant like an old movie star with talents and stuff in LIFE as a living matter! You are full of successes, caring, sweet and sexy! I hope in this next year of yours, YOU create your present however you want it and like it and enjoy it. Out of responsibility and love for yourself and others!..”

:-)))

no, not pooping while performing reiki on the lake, just iPhone-ing the water lilies.

note to self: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

4:00am insomnia fun times
t’was a very fun and full day and night
still not tired though
raided parents’ fridge
tortellini and mushrooms with cheese
pumpkin pie
vanilla cake
milk
hopefully digestion will wear me out
*fart*
*burp*
pretty please brain, shut the fuck down
don’t make me throw a pill at you
k, thanks

in the kitchen with Ma, going through the recipe book, deciding what kind of cake we will make for our birthday, (both born August 6, what are the chances), while we discuss psychology, the human nature and property values.

on the choo choo train
choo chooing through fields.

I’m hungry.
as we pass a forrest that looks like (is?) Malakasa, I think I see that old woman’s (a witch?) little run down tavern I’ve been to, ages ago. But I won’t talk about that.

The answer was staring at me at the news kiosk.

après gym:
feeding body
feeding mind
soul is hungry
heart is starving

Ceci (n’) est (pas) une isle.

journey home. home is where the heart is.

Maylene’s AMAZING mojitos at Philippi will make the dumb, Italian-tourist-dominated Myconian night more bearable.

dancing to 1968 psychadelic hits under the half moon

went to Philipi farm to see the baby tomatos and the mint. And so many other things. The caretaker gave me figs. I ate them on the spot.

sun down down down down. Down.

He sprayed the ants with bug spray. Said it can’t be helped.

somebody just threw a rose out their car window as they drove by.

spa, gym, squash, fun with the huge huuuge waves, the octopus is now getting done on the hot coals and the day is not even half done.

it is become clear, beyond doubt, that I came to this windy island to come upon this book, sitting crisp and unread on a shelf, on a day that everyone at home was away and I, having been left on my own devices, lead myself to it.

“The Road Less Travelled” by M. Scott Peck, M.D.

to spend the day alone at home, not seeing anyone (but the gardener) was heavenly, on this hysteric island. people people people people people everywhere.

requested a lift back to the little white stone house on top of the hill, while the rest drove off for more drunken screetching. finally a few silent minutes to myself. this place is exhausting. I’m 67 years old you know.

Cette beauté, partout où tu regard, je voudrais pouvoir partager tous, avec toi.

Hello Mykonos. Fresh cool wind.

Pellah-Hornah feels positively a goddess amongst her adoring green fans.

we do what we must,
we go by any way we can,
we all want to be good;
and we all want to prosper.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHDQWJvftk4

There is a centuries old, dead tree, near here.

Le. petit. train.
S’en va dans la campagne
Va et vient
Poursuit son chemin
Ser-pen-tin
De bois et de feraille
Rouille et vert de gris
Sous la pluieee

This head doctor had nothing better to offer, than to prescribe 4 types of dahls.

My analyst, um… ok psychiatrist, says I have a lot of anger inside of me. The true genius that he is.
Anger or not, I require a fork, fucktard.

here comes the rain again
falling on my head like a memory
falling on my head like a new emoSHON

let’s dance, the way we do.

hi cutie
ah, look at you, looking better than ever. what’s your secret?
let’s do brunch soon.
call me?

there. now ring the bell.

a cold venti iced starbucks coffee, one of their very freshly done low fat blueberry muffins, a tall glass of chilled water, a nice firmly rolled up old holdborn cig and a tiny pink item. briefly, there layed ahead of me the makings of a pleasant 9 minutes.

Onze minutes plus tard,

lamenting on the unfortunate fact, that QuickTime messages-in-the-bottle cannot be popped open on the iPhone.

oh look, there’s a couple kissing a few meters away from me, under the scorching late noon sun. They have the same kind of hair as each other, but different sunglasses.

were you aware that androids exist and move about amongst us? it’s true and I have proof.

My cat had been looking at me intensely, sensing it. She had been looking at me with unusual concern. In the end, she came to me, bumped her head on my side, placed it on my shoulder and curled up beside me. Thank you so much Souppy.

Peefee the little kitty