Monday, November 09, 2009


I've been busy documenting the artists of the Flying Circus Project '09/'10's first installment, musée de la danse: expo zéro. But on Saturday night, I did not dine with the eminent artists.


Because my mother brought back hairy crabs from China.

Ooh, look at 'em. Nom nom nom nom.

She brought back a whole basketful, in fact:

I sat up late eating them with a nutcracker, a plate of rice and a bowl of cut avocado, capsicum and arugula, while watching TED lectures on my laptop.

Life isn't good. It's decadently, awesome.

Unless you're a hairy crab, of course. Read about FCP here.

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