innerviews_sabbie frAnk greta and i were walking along the streets of squirrel hill(a suburb of pittsburgh) this morning and i told her about your response to, "what's in between chaos and peace?" she liked it, especially the part about the messy bedroom. so, as we wnet into various shoppes, i got to thinking about my next question for you... i keep a little drawstring pouch in my pocket, it's black velvet, i think it belonged to my baba, she had it as a girl in bohemia. it goes with me everywhere, provides whimsical amusement in odd times of unavoidable banality or mundane activity, or like later when greta and i slipped into see "amelie" for the second time out of the chilling january air. i took it out of my pocket while we waited for the film to start. inside there's a chunk of turquiose from santa fe, always a piece of german chocolate, and my favourite thing, a sphere about the size of a pinball, but not quite possessing its weight. i would define it as opaque, but that's not true because it's reflective, and i could say it's transparent, yet it's dark. i don't even remember how i came to own it, it simply rolled upon my path somewhere out of a dream, seeking a new owner. i removed it from the velvet and held it between thumb and index finger. it immediately reflected the small lamps of the darkened theatre. it's cool, because it takes on surrounding available light, yet seems to swallow it, becoming a tiny world unto itself. suddenly i am the god, providing gravity, sustenance, and the breath that makes its peacefully chaotic inhabitants' hearts beat. when children are about me at the ski school, i like to make it disappear from one hand to another, and magically make it reappear behind their ear. do you carry anything special with you? 020111 ... sabbie i think its very handy having pockets. i am reminded of womens fashion in this day and age that people do not think that young women need to carry things. but if you were to check in their little bags you would see a plethera of things that would be handy in pockets. little bits of string, bent bits of wire, gumballs, marbles, sixpenses (sixpi?)... so i have a bag that i carry most times cos even though i now wear old mens suit pants as my current choice of trouserial wear (although today i am wearing a pair of maccas pants i bought at an opp shop, and theyre really comfy and almsot the perfect length and they have the goldern arches on the bum and thats funny but the pockets are sewn up so that i cant use them which jsut confirms my point... whatever it was... ) ah, so when i go to work i have a bag to carry my diary (cos i need to know what times i start and things) and my mobile phone (although i try to leave it at home alot. i dont like it and i dont like being instatly contactable.) and my keys. i guess i carry my keys everywhere, but thats not really what you are asking, although on my keys i have a really cool old key that my mum found her in dream house and i carry it partly to remind me of mum and partly to open doors to other worlds. i like it, its magical. the only other things i carry constantly is my jewellry. i cant be bothered with jewellry you have to take off every night and put on every morning, so i wear my decorations all the time (praise the gods for piercings and tatts!) the most important one of these is a silver engraved locket my boy gave me 5 years ago and i havent yet taken it off since he gave it to me. it hangs off a blue ribbon, a piece of black leather and something else black that i cannot identfy by touch all twisted together. i carry it because its beautiful, and becuase i was given it by the boy and it chimes softly as i walk and reminds me of him and us and our history and our future too. i carry my wallet also, everywhere i go. and most times i am wearing shoes. and socks. you have to carry all the clothing you wear so its a safe bet to say whenever i go anywhere i am always carring clothes too, draped artfully over parts of my anatomy. 020113 ... sabbie and that chaos and peace thing, you guessed that was me huh. i shoulda put on a wig. and taller shoes. and a silly voice. 020113 what's it to you? who go blather from