Early this morning, before either of us had really grown eyes, Hiro quoted a line from Romeo and Juliet that had stuck in her mind during the night, describing a town "Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean." The phrase careened through my brain like a school bus full of howling children and slammed into the concept of an EP that I am ( Read more... )

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Hugh, via the magic of Skype gave me THE GIFT OF ANAGRAMS. He ran Moongazing Hare (my imaginary band for the last 3-5 years) through an anagram-making internet machine and made a selection of some of the best suggestions. It blew my mind, as I hope it will blow yours, just how well this unthinking, unfeeling machine seems to have known me ( Read more... )

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Tourist season is definitely here.

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You sent me a letter in your liquid, spidery script. The characters meticulous, enchanting and barely legible, even after knowing you and loving you and reading pages after pages of your words. And even after a week in the mail between Paris and here, the ink is still not dry, leaving tiny trails and smudges when my fingers move to touch the words ( Read more... )

Hiro tells me I am a jackrabbit. Perhaps she is right!

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