because one is never enough..

negroni that is...

cheers dahling
and moderation at all times

getting into the GROOVE

UH HUH that's right
back in the city i love.
doing what i do best


photographing myself
with a fag in my mouth and
the city at my feet.

yes..still emily

To never open a book, always reading a magazine
Outspend, betting if it looks like winning, you haven't been
Knives don't have your back, I wait and I count
The knives don't have your back
I wait and I count to the last breath we take
What we made doesn't make sense
What's a wolf without a pack?

Open your chest and take the heart from it
Open your chest
What's bad, we'll fix it
What's wrong, we'll make it all right
All right, it's gone, we'll find it
Takes so long, we've got time
All the time

oats

oats just found me

emily haines's new album
on a very random web site

and ordered it


and i am

very
but very

happy



because?

I

love


emily

back in the swing and doing what i do best..

after a quick catch-up with naps (fab jap..) and discussing life's ups and downs, mothers and fathers, and brothers (her case) and unfortunate hook-ups (my case)...she mentions a film she watched. my eyes light up. i sense it could be a cracker. a real cracker. the cracker, the likes of which haven't been seen in a while. i sense tears. i sense pain. i sense greatness. i will see it tomorrow. but here is a sneak preview...

The year is 1945. The Second World War is ravaging countries across the world. With each passing moment, countless lives are lost. Advancing U.S. forces turn the tide of battle against Japan. Japan's defense perimeter is undermined as their operational center is taken over. In March, 1945, American B-29 bomber planes begin blanketing the concentrated civilian population of major Japanese cities with incendiary bombs... (Described by a survivor, the bombs fell, "like rain," from the sky. They were the most destructive air attacks, in the history of the world, prior to the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.)

Perhaps one of the most mature and sobering films ever created, "Grave of the Fireflies" is written and directed by renowned filmmaker, Takahata Isao. The story is based on the award-winning semi-autobiography, "Hotaru no Haka," by Nosaka Akiyuki. In the port town of Kobe, a boy and his little sister, put in a helpless situation by forces beyond their control, have to survive in a selfish world. They are forced to grow up overnight while desperately clinging to their innocence.

the way they were...

tales of tuscan terror and excess..

after the devastating news that lady v was going to be responsible for possibly the only time in her life, and diss us in favor of something as trivial as editing a booker-prize winning novel, both alberto and i went into a mild sulk and decided that we were going to eschew all three activities that usually accompany the unholy triumverate in a tuscan setting (i.e. sex, drugs and rock'n'roll) (ok fine i lie about the sex bit).
...and instead have a very civilized and small gathering of a few, close friends, sip port, perhaps indulge in a spot of baddington with some light 80s pop as a backdrop. there were going to be lots of very important discussions over lots of very important matters, we agreed.
sadly, he meant world peace. i meant britney spear's comeback.
alas, like all best intentions, it all went tits up....

so here is a little photo montage of maremma 2007..
(photos were stolen from jon's photo album, which he carelessly tossed my way for the purposes of plagiarism...)





no one bothered telling tot A that brokeback was soooooooo 2005..regardless he still kept trying to make "fetch" happen..




i think they were talking penis size...but i couldn't possibly comment. ask spence.



what was his name? who even remembers. after a quick dip in the sea on tits-out friday pam and i decided to hop on a red sail boat. i'd like to say in my defense that pam was the initiator in all this. she saw wine. she smelt sliffs and she thought to herself "i want me some of that." we gracefully splutter our way over. an hour or so later, pissed and high, we gracefully crawl our way back to shore. i had lavishly extended an invitation to the three strapping sailors to come to our "small gathering." that they did...



all in all i would say another tuscan triumph. lots i left out, naturally. but i am a great believer in restraint. you have to leave something for the imagination, no?

all in all good, clean, honest fun. or as brown put it:
"well at least you are well on your way back to becoming a virgin, revirgination for flavia..."

(err..cheers)