... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
not quite everyone in california has broadband, already ...
sometimes it takes ages ( six or seven years ! ) for small visual memories to condense among my vapid reveries and then trickle down as proto-thoughts ... and then it takes another age to articulate them
i'd been looking at a favourite picture ( found on a NASA website ) of racetrack playa by night and was wondering exactly where it is
annoyingly, i discovered that we had once passed within a few miles
and once upon that time, on the high desert pass between the panamint valley and the owens valley, miles from anywhere, i had been startled to see a yellow school bus bumping along a dusty side road amongst the last straggly joshua trees
today i looked at google earth because i am always curious about the improbable places where people might choose to live, especially so far from the comforts of urban life ...
... and i found that dusty road again, and discovered it leads to Darwin, CA ... and thereabouts must dwell the designer of this jolly little website
http://www.darwincalif.com/
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
of parchments and palimpsests ...
i've already pointed out to the loved one that ... if ever there is a world shortage of writing paper, then the lily-white skin of women as fair and unblemished as her divine self will be at a premium for incurable scribblers like me
http://www.scientific-computing.com/features/feature.php?feature_id=125
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
not much going on at the spreadeagle in wandsworth
picture taken whilst i was trying to finish reading a couple more chapters of "my name is red" by orhan pamuk, a master story teller
i'd been reading it on the bus and thought i might be more comfortable in this sadly dilapidated pub
Sunday, March 7, 2010
a poem by anne stevenson insinuated itself in to my conciousness during my sock shopping expedition
and then i found it on the internet when i got home
http://www.royalsoc.ac.uk/poems-on-the-underground/
http://www.royalsoc.ac.uk/poems-on-the-underground/
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