deep indeed

erh. i was in the midst of typing out a pretty long post earlier today, when my laptop ran out of battery and died on me. i really should get into the habit of composing posts in Notepad and saving them frequently.

i discovered something truly wonderful today... the beauty of the open D tuning. why no one told me about it much sooner i do not know. on other guitar-related news, i hurt my finger playing a couple of weeks ago... have some kind of laceration right below the cuticle of my right index finger and it still hurts! so everytime i want to play now i have to wrap masking tape around it. wonder why it's taking so long to heal. grr. plus, much guitar playing results in tattered finger-nails. so left hand: nice short neatly manicured nails... right hand: ooky scratched nails.

worked Anfield tonight. was good, not too busy, except i kept dropping money on the floor. and i burned my arm on the oven. grr.

is cold night. brr. am snuggled in bed with a hot water bottle. yum.

i lust muchly over a new camera. i miss taking photos.

i lost all my favourite pens recently, which sucks hairy monkey balls. i sketch, write, draw with coloured Pilot pens... the kinds that come in the cylindrical cases... i don't know what the model name is but the refills are called G2 somethingorother. i started off with a yellow one, which broke. replaced it with another yellow one, which disappeared mysteriously. then i bought myself a white one, which i lost on Friday. think i dropped it somewhere. cursed be my shallow trouser pockets!

Marie Antoinette, in several words

isolation naiveté asphyxiation growth uncomfortable but very pretty clothes noise visual weight loud high maintenance hair

Edward Nigma's

art baffles me. sometimes it's overturned boats arranged in the shell of an old church. sometimes it's the preserved carcass of a lamb in an aquarium. sometimes it's canned soup. should i find meaning behind paintings and forms because somebody has decided that it is worthy of the space it has been awarded, the public attention it attracts? or should i search deeper within my uncultured intellect, examine art history, study technique, analyse social context and political climate, before i am able to appreciate? how much do i have to know before i am allowed to step forward, arms crossed, chin in hand, and nod that secret coded ahh... nod?

labels annoy me. animal, mineral, vegetable? man, woman? gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender? Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, athiest, infidel? this, that, the other? why is it social nature to collate and categorise everything? not just in fact everything, but everyone? man is English is Christian is married is father is middle classed is average. lives in the suburbs wears a tie to work drives a sedan with a baby chair in the back seat la de da.

jazz awes me. chaos, abandon, randomness, cloud order.

to all who have checked in, sorry it's been a while, i know. updates more frequent to come. soon, a post with less funk.