“Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee; Drink like a fish.” As Mr Cassius Clay would have no doubt said if he’d had the nonsense he was born with, oh yes. ** That good old chap Rainer Maria Rilke, however, wrote that “We are bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible” which is very true, although there is sometimes a bit of a defecit in the quantity/quality of the honey available, or at least seems to be until you shut your eyes, breathe deeply, then take another look. Hmm, very Pollyanna, but never mind. The sun and wind seem to have become inextricably conflated into a single entity today and have blown away the cobwebs with vigorous light. Also I made a cracking Thai soup for lunch. ** You see the best things from the calmly floating top decks of buses: “Bursting from Bucks into Oxon through the high giant’s footstep of the Chiltern Gap, the plain below spread out in submission under the fresh hazy February sun and planing away palely into the distance all around like graded layers of chiffon. Hot air balloons rising slowly slightly to the north of the busy weekend motorway.” Which is all that fits onto one page of the cute wee notebook that I carry around with me in case of an emergency prose attack. ** Watching shoddy daytime television, in the course of 10 minutes of just one home makeover programme, the soundtrack contained “Pink Moon” by Nick Drake, “Don’t Falter” by Mint Royale (feat. Lauren Laverne) and something off “The Hour of Bewilderbeast” by Badly Drawn Boy that I can’t remember the title of. Weird. Is there some mighty peculiar mechanism in action that makes the quality of TV ever more crap and conversely makes BBC sound editors ever, well, sounder? Anyone here from the Beeb who can enlighten me? If this carries on I’ll be requiring a mute button for the images. I believe it’s called ‘radio’. ** Phone phobics of the world unite: You have nothing to lose but your Best Friend Discount! This affects moi aussi, although doing temping work has helped immensely. Crikey, one can now actually call people one doesn’t know and retrieve meaningful information from them. How quaint. But there is still a certain kind of moist panic that springs from the palms of my hands when I am required to make a call without forewarning and the attendant thorough mental preparation. Yecch. Anyway. Love Liz :x Currently considering listening to my mother’s copy of Radiohead’s “Kid A” - the only copy in the house, for I am a tad tired of whinging, however beautiful. But still. -- Habitual contempt does not reflect a finer sensibility. Jenny Holzer -- _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+