window shopping

some wonderful holiday reading

http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/specials/133_wbc_archive_new/page2.shtml

doorstuff

went there ... did that

warning: lawyerspeak .... "throughout the universe, in perpetuity"

my souvenir of venice

horological slash astrological

i had to remonstrate! ... we'd hardly arrived when i caught her relaxing in the salon whilst she might just as easily have been folding my socks in our own room

this bar is closed

brrrr !

and the winner of this week's spot the carbon footprint competition is ....

looking east from the punta della dogana

to venice tomorrow ... but what should i wear ?

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/

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

they only sell soap powder now

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

http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2001/sep/15/highereducation.fiction

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/

i'm only here because i'll need some clean socks to wear in venice next weekend

at fletching church