Having nothing to say, no words but the words of others, I have to speak

Feb 08, 2010 11:03

I'm looking in the mirror and I have a dog's head. It's a small dog, rather well-groomed, with a bear-like snub nose and golden-brown hair. I have to go somewhere, see an art exhibition in rural Turkey, catch a train to the mountains... Oh, wait, that was a dream. I've woken up. I don't feel so great in the mornings -- a bit stiff. I'll be fine ( Read more... )

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milky_eyes February 8 2010, 18:46:18 UTC
the format though not 'original' highlighted an interaction of different layers quite well ( ... )

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milky_eyes February 8 2010, 19:31:20 UTC
Well Nick, its been a pleasure. I shall look forward to your return under the essay guise. I'd also like to let you know that my friend Selwyn Harris managed to mention you in his feature piece with Seb Roachford in this months Jazzwise. Keith

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imomus February 8 2010, 19:52:05 UTC
Oh, excellent! I have a mancrush on Seb Roachford! What a charming individual!

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milky_eyes February 8 2010, 20:00:59 UTC
Merci, Nick!

Mais tu pourrais continuer le principe du blog, différemment. C'est extrême, un arrêt brutal. Ton blog est nécessaire, il est tout à faut unique en son genre et donne des perspectives à beaucoup de gens. Tu pourrais peut-être trouver une formule différente; pas tous les jours? Avec des participations? Ou bien plusieurs blogs?

Enfin, c'est mon avis...

Merci encore,

Gilles

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Your birthday exit faunflynn February 8 2010, 20:31:47 UTC
I've been coming here every day for 3 or 4 years.
I shall miss you and your brand of intelligence more than I can say. I shall miss you a lot.
Good luck with your new pursuits.
If only there were some one else like you, but there isn't.
You have upon occasion drawn me from deep depression
You are wonderful and contrary and a genuine icon.
I wonder that you are not more famous cuz your music is some of the best of the last 30 odd years.
All the best Mr Momus.
Keep on kicking !

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