a storm is brewing

and i love it.......
though rome can't muster anything as dramatic as this.

the bare essence

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
Trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

maude's hysterical pregnancies

well. well. after another display of alpha tendencies i decide enough is enough and take maude to the vet..........describe to her the old rubber chicken symptoms. and errrrrr..yup. maude has feigned two pseudo pregnancies (both a month/two months after being on the rag). apparently she is defending her fictious pups to the death and is errrrr lactating. so she needs to get knocked up at the next round and then be sterilized or risk contracting tit cancer.

oh dear. women......

shrine to fast goodbyes (c)

am i bit tipsy?
yes...
yet do i believe..

in the truth of one word?
in the forgetfulness of sleep?

yes

Lordy Lord

oh deary dear. lordy lord
there is a reason i don't listen to radiohead.
it tips me over the edge.
oats had the unfortunate idea to show me a clip
during an easy going emily-haines listening friday afternoon

oh well.......there is no turning back is there?



embrace......

f: well you've gone and done it. listening to radiohead.
o: hahahah. ooooops..
f: PAL what have you done?
o: i'm NOT GOING there. sticking with em for now

surf's up!

The American CGI-animated Surf's Up is a treat. It's a skit on two recent cinematic cycles: penguin pictures and romantic, aggrandising documentaries about the history of surfing and its heroes. The film, sometimes using amusingly faked newsreel footage, traces the career of Cody, the young penguin surfer from Shiverpool, Antarctica, who grows up worshipping the great penguin surfer, Big Z, is recruited by talent scouts and taken to enter the big time in the Pacific. Jeff Bridges in his laidback Big Lebowski-style sounds terrific as Big Z. Fun, but the proper length should have been an hour, not 85 minutes. Phillip French

surf. penguins. jeff.

sold

iou

Hesitation's always mine,
Hesitate outside the times.
With all I don't say, with all I don't do, I'm sending you...

Oh, call me or drop me a line.
Say you've been with me,
Say you've been with me.
Say you've been with me this whole time.

my recent discovery of more emily haines tracks, from a live 2004 concert in toronto. has predictably tipped me over the edge. bare-boned. haunting. she touches the raw core.