things to talk about...a lot. for one, i managed to procure saki. for the unenlightened, saki is quite possibly one of the best authors of short stories, period. who can forget sredni vashtar, or the children who clamoured for an "improper story". say what you want about modern realist novels that believe sales are directly proportionate to the vulgarities present in the book, there's something that has to be said for recalcitrant authoritarian nannies, bigoted upper class english lords and ladies and subtle, satrical wit. saki and wodehouse. if you haven't read them...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR.

which brings me to the next random topic of conversation - acoustics. specifically in my house. i just realised that it's got echoes that manage to subtly smooth out the squawks in anyone's voice. instant bathroom baritone. just add water. if you ever hear a disembodied voice wandering around the house and perforating everyone's eardrums, no worries. it's just me. unfortunately, like everything else there is a downside, and in this case it's hard to a) hear when people are calling you and b) hear when people are replying, at least the issue of "hear clearly". muffled sounds like "grnfgrnfgrfnarg" only make more sense when you get within 5 steps and can see that brother is flailing hand with embedded hamster teeth in.

this is basically for those who complain i dont post....:|

and does ANYONE want hamsters. please. i think i've another lot coming.

gmail is nifty. send mail there if possible. for those who know it, it's the friendly aztec god again. for those who don't, ask those who do. :D

somatic markers

your generation is fed
on birth control, rock and roll
and bytes of a bygone era
when gripping trees was the only exercise we had for our
fingers, that now grasp canes and tremble
helplessly, in the face of the internet.

you say you know of iraq, and reel
off statutes, figures and names on your
fingers that wave so confidently with your
arrogance (it seems almost blinding,
your transition from gelem to golem that
i bet you can't see the gleam
you have become of a machine)
it's in your eyes.

i bet you can't feel when the images
flicker past you like so many pictures
you see in the papers (but you always turn to the funnies
don't you?)
carnage flickers past quickly, filed into storage, ready for
recall, but really, they mean nothing to one accustomed in thinking
in ones and zeroeths. (the computer thinks not of its files, it just
is).
emotions, hah! an anachronism
in the 30th century! and the world today is
fastfastfast, we want speedspeed, more t1, t2, t3
gigabytes of information pouring down thy eyes -
from truth to death,
you know everything, and yet you know nothing.

you know not of the rain on your face, or the joy it is to
run free, or the power that a tree's crown can give you.
your sunlight only falls on your face, only your mind runs
free[d] in your mind on the information superhighway,
and your crown of viruses stops all traffic.
progress is a good thing, we shall not miss the old,
you say, with quiet confidence
and who are we to argue with the future?
your jungle is concretized, your seabed electrified
we are interconnected
and that is good.

you will not miss us, we are the misshapen clay.
creators shall go back to the shadows, you are the next
step in a world that cloned dolly,
you myelinated sheaths overrule our emotional heartbeat,
cogitational machinery rules the world.
we are your fastfast-frankenstein, your stitched-together zombie
we are what you made us,
and we will rule the world we built,
plugged-in, spell-bound,
and numb.

i'll go saaaiiiillin'..,

mood of the moment - remniscing
music of the moment - robbie williams - beyond the sea

oh. i think it seems to be appropriate somehow.

Don't Forget The Sonia, Mum.

Time To Make The Sonia.

what. that sounds wrong. as does this

Ask the Man From the Sonia.

or this

Sonia Wanted.

its either subliminal messages, or the damn thing just doesnt like me :|