love letter to the universe

Hello. Bonjour. Etc.!

I have been going nuts fitting out my office but still I want more. You have to understand I have not been able to buy anything domestic for almost two years & it has always been one of my vices. I need a little armchair for sitting in & thinking. Also at some point I will surely go crazy buying christmas lights & vases & pots for plants & candles, because I always do & I cannot help myself. Order MacBook Pro (debating 13″ vs 15″ & think I will go with 15). Order 1oz Ormus Gold & 1oz marine phytoplankton because I am crazy & I like to fill myself up with magical fluids. Glug glug. I want an orchid & over-the-knee boots (leather, not synthetic, I tried some synthetic ones on at Aldo on Tuesday & don’t sit right) & Post-It notes & new towels & new bedding & a Polaroid camera & a disco ball & some aqua aura quartz. A lot of these things are things I have owned several times before but didn’t bring with me. Let this be a lesson to you, NEVER THROW ANYTHING YOU LOVE AWAY OR YOU ARE DOOMED TO RE-BUY IT OVER & OVER & OVER AGAIN.

Oh, also I want to cure world hunger… ?!

I am making Christmas present plans & yesterday was Thanksgiving, wow. My first one. The Dish was obsessed with making it perfect (which of course I appreciated) & so over two days he prepared us a feast. Turkey, string bean casserole, roast vegetables, cornbread stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, red wine, pumpkin pie & whipped cream. Darling, you have no idea. It was obscenely good. It was his first time making a turkey & I think it was the best either of us had ever had. The boy can cook. Tick tick tick. Have I mentioned recently that he rocks my world?

I went shopping a week ago & this woman on the street stopped me because she was casting for a NARS beauty book. She took photos of me & gave me her card & it is legit but the whole thing made me feel really uncomfortable & she was weird. I called the agency because they left me voicemail & apparently they sent my pictures off to NARS, ha! I imagine some people would be over the moon if something like that happened to them but I just felt like I was in the middle of a practical joke.

This probably says more about me than I care to dwell upon.

I got an email from the ex-boyfriend of one of my best friends in high school the other day. It is full of questions.

Is there a reason or story behind the choice of “Gala Darling”, or is there little meaning and more of a ‘feel’? Is this your name legally? What do your parents call you? Do you know of anyone else that refers to you as “Flamin’ Gallah”, like Alf from Home and Away? When you do a Google Image search for gallah it comes back with pictures of birds that have a lot of pink, a spooky similarity to your old hair… is there something going on there, or just a remarkable coincidence? Do you want to have babies? If so, would they have experimental names, or would they start off being Michaels, Johns, Sarahs, or Emmas?

Here are some of the answers I sent back to him.

It is really mostly about the feel, there isn’t a story except for the fact that I decided I wanted a new name & so I put it out to the universe & then it came to me in a dream. I don’t remember much about the dream except that my name appeared written in the clouds, I woke up & wrote it down, & instantly knew that I had to adopt it as my moniker. Yes, it is my name legally. I filled in some forms & wrote a cheque & it was a done deed. I then had to get new documents (credit cards, IRD numbers, whatever) which is a bit of a pisser but not too bad. My parents call me Gala. My uncle does not & when he calls me by my old name I just give him a Look & ask, “Who?”. I think my friend Helen sometimes refers to me as a flamin’ gallah, & I think you two know each other actually. Sacarna? #route666? Yeah. Gallahs being pink & my hair colour of choice is, in fact, a total coincidence. I do not know if I want to have babies. I used to be very anti but now I am living with this boy I really really like & if he knocked me up I would actually be pretty okay with it… Except it is too early for that sort of talk, IF I was going to have children I would not want them until I was, say, 35. & they would have rad names. A pox on normal names. But if they wanted to change it later on down the road I would be as accepting as my parents were (exceptionally).

The other night I had an hour & a half call with my astrologer (Christopher from SoulGarden) & it was incredible. He told me so many things that were really helpful & allowed me to understand which direction to go in next.

Tomorrow night I am having drinks with Molly Crabapple, Star St Germain & Lola Dam Sorrow. Yes, all my friends have rad names. Coming up: multiple meetings with big companies who want me bad, CunninLynguists show, iCiNG’s third birthday (WHAT WHAT), etc.

How good does this sound?

“We have a shared workspace available for $263 in our 1200 foot work studio in Williamsburg near South 11th and Bedford. The bit that’s opening up is 160 square feet with three work walls, two large windows, 16 foot ceilings, wood floors. The other occupants are two other painters who are very, very rarely there –you’d usually have it to yourself and if you were inclined you could turn this bit completely private. There’s also a jeweler and a writer. It’s on the top floor of the building occupied by artists and such with communal slop sinks, two elevators, gorgeous views from space and rooftop. This space has very good light and a storage ledge in the back. The building is a huge old toy factory from the 1800s on the river (used to publish the old Wizard of Oz books here), quite eccentric. Basquiat worked here, there’s circuses and such, as well as a few floors of mixed Hasidic and hipstersque residents (the first floors are residential).”

Holy shit you have no idea how much I love GANGSTA LUV by Snoop Dogg.

Love & fairy vomit,