archive of posts from July, 2008

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Signs & Retributions

I had to make one of my return trips to the hospital yesterday, and something felt rather apt about the weather. As I sat in the PIU lounge, the view out of the window was grey, muggy, and very, very threatening. I don’t want a sunny day fly by outside whilst I’m stuck in hospital, but on the other hand, the glowering grey sky had THAT look about it, like it was gonna bide its time, waiting, waiting, … before things went badly wrong, before the worst happened, before the moment I put a foot outside, before it tipped its buckets down upon me. more »

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Signs & Retributions

I had to make one of my return trips to the hospital yesterday, and something felt rather apt about the weather. As I sat in the PIU lounge, the view out of the window was grey, muggy, and very, very threatening. I don’t want a sunny day fly by outside whilst I’m stuck in hospital, but on the other hand, the glowering grey sky had THAT look about it, like it was gonna bide its time, waiting, waiting, … before things went badly wrong, before the worst happened, before the moment I put a foot outside, before it tipped its buckets down upon me. more »

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Too Much Is Bad For You

Stephen: Well of course too much is bad for you, that’s
what “too much” means you blithering twat. If
you had too much water it would be bad for you,
wouldn’t it? “Too much” precisely means that
quantity which is excessive, that’s what it means.
Could you ever say “too much water is good for
you”? I mean if it’s too much it’s too much. Too
much of anything is too much. Obviously. Jesus.

Hugh: But I thought the balance of informed medical
opinion held that –

Stephen: You thought, you thought. You didn’t think, did
you?

Timeless (unfortunately).

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My iPod [27/07/2008]

Most Played Song:
Tom Waits: Martha [1973]

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One That Struck And Stuck

Hard to say it’s hard luck,
… when we had it coming.

Slippershell
Kristin Hersh (as ever!)

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A Space To Seem Insane

As someone prone to walking everywhere, often immersed in the output of earphones, I have come to realize that there really are no spaces-in-between left anymore. Is it the consequence of a generation of development, where every spare beermat’s worth of a patch-of-ground has been sold off? But there really are no pockets remaining, no space for a moment’s isolation, no space left in which you can sing to yourself without somebody looking at you like your a loon (I mean, it really isn’t that strange is it? Potentially unpleasant , I’ll grant you, but…). more »

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