Month: August 2001

Weblogs are more collage than narrative.

Fall in light, fall in light
Fall in light, fall in light
Feel no shame for what you are.
Feel no shame for what you are.
Feel no shame for what you are.
Feel no shame for what you are.
Feel no shame for what you are.
As you now are in your heart.
Fall in light.
Feel no shame for what you are.
Feel no shame for what you are.
Feel it as a waterfall.
Fall in light.
Fall in light, fall in light.
Fall in light.
Fall in light, Grow in light.
Stand absolved behind your electric chair, dancing.
Stand absolved behind your electric chair, dancing.
Past the sound within the sound.
Past the voice within the voice.
Leave your office, run past your funeral.
Leave your home, car, leave your pulpit.
Join us in the street where we
Join us in the street where we
Don’t belong.
Don’t belong.
You and the stars.
Throwing light.
Fast, fall.
Fall in light, fall in light.
Fall in light.
Fall in light, fall in light.
Fall in light. Grow in light.
New Year’s Prayer

Freaky pictures of Ralph through the ages amuse me and scare me and make me check my front and back doors (and all the windows) are locked tight before bedtime.

Another American, during his ‘disasterous’ last visit to London:

So anyone in Los Angeles want to investigate carnal relations with my blonde friend? I’ve decided to become his pimp. I don’t think he has enough fun.

I so entirely want to play this.

Mark is an arse.

An American, yesterday:

The ideology behind Barbelith and plasticbag.org laid bare: “The world is made up of two kinds of people: those who cling to the tired, old status quo and those who fearlessly embrace the new status quo. Me, I fall squarely into the latter camp. Not content to stick with the same-old same-old, I like to mix it up and put myself out there. You know, give the old heave-ho to the stodgy and staid. Say what you will about me, but no one will ever accuse me of being afraid to try popular new things.” [The Onion]

Tom reviews: The Living Daylights: “Unlike several of the previous episodes, this is a film with at least one foot squarely set in the real world. There are no vast subterranean bases, no plans to rule the world and a remarkable shortage of huge fluffy white cats.” Star Trek Generations: “The graceless ageing of the original crew and their self-satisfied ham acting don’t sit well with Patrick Stewart’s obvious intelligence and Shakespearean training – and make his reverence to Shatner’s paunchy hack seem almost degrading.”