The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby
a remarkable book about the freedom of the mind and how it is really the simple luxuries of food, a bath, smells, shaving etc that count
if i was a quadraplegic i would miss swimming, turning the pages of a book, daily walks through the seasons as the plants bud and bloom, prosper and retreat. I pray never to find out.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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my temporary housemate Matthew (temporary now he's found a job for the YHA near Stratford)
Eating ice-cream in Kashgar, China (not impressed with his 15p cone) and pics from Tibet

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Eating ice-cream in Kashgar, China (not impressed with his 15p cone) and pics from Tibet

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Sunday, March 18, 2007
Flagpole Sitta — Harvey Danger
I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror,
To see a little bit clearer,
The rottenness and evil in me,
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body,
And when i feel a bit naughty,
I run it up the flagpole and see,
Who salutes(But no one ever does)
I'm not sick but I'm not well,
and I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell!
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding,
The cretins cloning and feeding,
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me,
You told them all i was crazy,
They cut off my legs now i'm an amputee,
(God damn you)
I'm not sick but I'm not well,
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
I wanna publish zines,
And rage against machines,
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine,
The trivial sublime,
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind,
You kill my mind,
Paranoia paranoia!
Everybody's coming to get me,
Just say you never met me,
I'm runnin' underground with the moles,
(Digging holes)
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring!
But if you're bored then you're boring,
The agony and the irony, they're killing me
I'm not sick but I'm not well
and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
and it's a sin to live this well
I was looking into the mirror,
To see a little bit clearer,
The rottenness and evil in me,
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body,
And when i feel a bit naughty,
I run it up the flagpole and see,
Who salutes(But no one ever does)
I'm not sick but I'm not well,
and I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell!
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding,
The cretins cloning and feeding,
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me,
You told them all i was crazy,
They cut off my legs now i'm an amputee,
(God damn you)
I'm not sick but I'm not well,
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
I wanna publish zines,
And rage against machines,
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine,
The trivial sublime,
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind,
You kill my mind,
Paranoia paranoia!
Everybody's coming to get me,
Just say you never met me,
I'm runnin' underground with the moles,
(Digging holes)
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring!
But if you're bored then you're boring,
The agony and the irony, they're killing me
I'm not sick but I'm not well
and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
and it's a sin to live this well
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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A day of contrasting activities
Today I have been mostly:-
reading my new book on the Win32 API and playing with C++
then this afternoon
I've been planting potatoes on Andy's allotment.
Today I have been mostly:-
reading my new book on the Win32 API and playing with C++
then this afternoon
I've been planting potatoes on Andy's allotment.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
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came across a lovely little phrase in a NYT op-ed on the Bush administration which when I googled it goes back at least to Hegel and I'd love to know how far back
"the owl of Minerva flies at dusk"
"the owl of Minerva flies at dusk"
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
The Subtle Knife * * */ * * * *
The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman
better than the first but i'm still not sure what i make of it
better than the first but i'm still not sure what i make of it
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
Tai Chi
the previous quote started running through my head a few days ago and it provoked/inspired/reminded me that when i had done Tai Chi I had enjoyed it - on the whole - and that I had studied it for six years and it was time to go back. I went to one lesson in 2005 but I haven't attended regularly since before my suicide attempt in July 2004. So last night I went and was shocked to discover that I did actually remember, after some prompting, a lot more than I thought. By the end of the lesson I could make my way through a tolerable version of the 24 step which surprised me since I thought it would take weeks. It's a far from perfect version but it needs minor surgery and polishing rather than major reconstruction.
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