It's just a condition she picked up as a child, a little thing she calls the wound that never heals
I was woken at 6am today by a text message. I naturally assumed it was a drunk American, but no: it was my mobile phone company telling me to switch my phone off and on again. That's just cruel.
Kettle Chips Apple, Sage and Thyme crisps do taste remarkably like apple. It's like eating dried apple slices, only more herby. It leaves unanswered the question: why?
Salon claim that the sexiest man in the world is Stephen Colbert. I suspected this was a pisstake despite his seductive "I could do your taxes" aura, and then I looked at number 2: Sasha Baron-Cohen. Neil Patrick Harris and Richard Dawkins also feature. I get the feeling that the writers for Salon have never had sex and have little idea of what it involves. Certainly I'd rather bump uglies with Milton Friedman's corpse than with The Great Atheist. (Friedman, being dead - and right wing - is disqualified by the terms of the list.)
Listening to Jim White's No Such Place; not only one of the best albums ever if you want bleak but astonishingly beautiful tales of life and death in the American South, but on the front cover it includes the following list:Turpentine, Nebraska, Mississippi, sorrow, freedom, fate, hell, bad luck, good luck suitcase, "the Unknown" tool shed, route, hospital, cemetary, morgue, circus, junkyard, suicide, honky tonk, truck stop, movie theatres, Hollywood, Babylon.
Also today (in the car park of Livingston's Almondvale Centre) I read "Speaking of Courage" by Tim O'Brien, which is definitely one of the best American short stories ever, up there with Flannery O'Connor's "The Life You Save May Be Your Own" and Sherwood Anderson's "The Untold Lie". Short stories are far superior to novels, which justifies my decision to not do NaNoWriMo.
Literate spam: from: "Aguirre". Topic "Divinely adverse". Clearly a Werner Herzog reference.
Kettle Chips Apple, Sage and Thyme crisps do taste remarkably like apple. It's like eating dried apple slices, only more herby. It leaves unanswered the question: why?
Salon claim that the sexiest man in the world is Stephen Colbert. I suspected this was a pisstake despite his seductive "I could do your taxes" aura, and then I looked at number 2: Sasha Baron-Cohen. Neil Patrick Harris and Richard Dawkins also feature. I get the feeling that the writers for Salon have never had sex and have little idea of what it involves. Certainly I'd rather bump uglies with Milton Friedman's corpse than with The Great Atheist. (Friedman, being dead - and right wing - is disqualified by the terms of the list.)
Listening to Jim White's No Such Place; not only one of the best albums ever if you want bleak but astonishingly beautiful tales of life and death in the American South, but on the front cover it includes the following list:Turpentine, Nebraska, Mississippi, sorrow, freedom, fate, hell, bad luck, good luck suitcase, "the Unknown" tool shed, route, hospital, cemetary, morgue, circus, junkyard, suicide, honky tonk, truck stop, movie theatres, Hollywood, Babylon.
Also today (in the car park of Livingston's Almondvale Centre) I read "Speaking of Courage" by Tim O'Brien, which is definitely one of the best American short stories ever, up there with Flannery O'Connor's "The Life You Save May Be Your Own" and Sherwood Anderson's "The Untold Lie". Short stories are far superior to novels, which justifies my decision to not do NaNoWriMo.
Literate spam: from: "Aguirre". Topic "Divinely adverse". Clearly a Werner Herzog reference.