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June 07, 2004


We arrived at the flat in Auckland around 6:00 a.m. on Tuesday June 8. We had left our New York loft at 11:00 a.m. on Sunday June 6, so that means about 26 hours in transit door to door. As we stepped out of the airport, crisp moist air hit our skin. We took the Supershuttle to the flat. The slate sky turned silver and then a winter yellow as we approached downtown Auckland.
We are in the artist-in-residence flat, the "penthouse," in the former "Crippled Children" building, slated for demolition, where Elam freshman art students now have their studios. A narrow balcony runs along two sides and there is noisy construction going on all around. Max is sitting outside, catching a cone of warm sunlight, smoking a cigarillo he bought at the duty free shop in the airport.
So extended was the travel and so out of sync our circadian rhythms that we slept through airline meals and opted instead to share a Cuban sandwich at JFK and a Wolfgang Puck Chinois Salad (Napa cabbage, crisp wonton strips, honey dressing) at the Los Angeles airport. We managed to read the whole Sunday New York Times between naps and books we bought in a JFK bookshop, a war novel for Max and Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Appoach to Punctuation for me.

Posted by BKG at June 7, 2004 11:12 PM


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