sitting in the garden with a freshly brewed coffee, savouring the quickly disappearing winter sun before the rains arrive.
karin from the knife has just released a solo album… nice… back to work.
the weather is supposed to be foul today, but one wouldn’t know it by looking at the gleaming ultramarine sky. only hints, one wispy cloud.
lux interior is dead. sad. i fondly remember my first cramps concert. i think i still have the tickets somewhere. goodbye lux.
destroyed in tennis. annihilated. note to self: work on follow-through, bend your knees, eye on the ball. the shame.
tennis beneath the lights with fernando.
quite certain that i’ve ingested too much coffee.
listened to infamous christian bale audio. taken out of context. gut feeling is bale is right. DP’s can be very inconsiderate. woa, tho.
squid, spinach pesto, whole wheat linguine, roasted cippoline, shaved parmesan. i’m not sure it’s a good mix. bloat, i has it.
to paraphrase our esteemed colleague @darthjulian: *sigh*
hmmmn, does anyone local have any Ed Ruscha books? i’ve suddenly become curious. of course, i should also like to see an original work.