“The past is never dead, it is not even past.” ~William Faulkner A woman I served at the Warrington said hello to me on the street today. I was walking to Starbucks to get started working. I thought, as I saw her: She drinks gin and soda and fresh lime, loves a man who drinks…
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Another Reason to Back-up (Suicide Blogger-style)
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I wrote a really beautiful and eloquent post here, but I once misplaced piece of html and when I posted it, Blogger ate my post. My post, in case you’re curious, was about melancholy and sadness. Now I am even more depressed. Excuse me whilst I ponder drinking poison. )-:
All the Lonely People
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I tried to make it into Starbucks today, to my usual table. It was so full. Every table, with a long queue too, of all sorts of people in grey and chalk blue and black. It must have been the wet day. We were all chasing our heavy spirits inside, somewhere warm, with warm drinks.…
What I am Reading… Orion Magazine
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Or… Exercises in Different Thinking I’ve been a rabid subscriber of Orion Magazine for over two years now. It’s that sort of relationship, the kind you can’t remember how it started, and you never ever want it to change or end. There’s all too much going on the in world. So much so that word…
The Big Issue
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Why do I get up early on Friday mornings? Am I gunning to save my soul? What do I really LIKE getting up early on Friday monrings? It’s a good cup of tea, really. At The Passage. Now that two years or more have passed here in London, I can say one thing I love…
Oxford Circus, Never Be Lonely
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Oxford Circus is undergoing major renovations, modernisations, refurb, refit… whatever you want to call it. Lately that just means not much to look at or read on the platform if you forgot your Metro or Ipod. On the Bakerloo Line platform there is accidental art: the best use of years of advertising posters, scraped to…
Those Pesky Rose-Coloured Lenses
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My good friend, disgruntled commuter has been having a hard time these days being disgruntled of late. I know the feeling. I was out, with a friend at a gallery. We were talking loudish (comparatively, as Americans are wont to do) about the American-themed exhibit, when behold, a stranger. “So,” he said on his distinctly…
A London Underground Poster
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Or… Life, Waiting to Happen On the Piccadilly platform at South Kensington, I wondered. Which work is more meaningless? a. The (nearly) blank poster box, pictured here. b. The person whose job it is to make a sign that says “Awaiting Posters”? This is not to say that meaningless work is useless work. Ironing is…
The Abominable SNOWMAN!!
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…Or, More Love-Hate Consumerism at Christmas Time RARR!!! Spend bad. Me no like spend. Jesus baby manger good. RARR!!! Plastic Baby Jesus manger, made China, Wal-Mart shop! BADD! RARR!!! Errr… err… Star sky night…good … err.. Lights, many, hole ozone…eRRR RARRR!! Make ice melt! Make Snowman melt! RARARRR! BAD! Snowman? Light? Err… err… Me confused.
Tempus Fugit
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I am standing still on the platform, but time is whipping by me.There are thousands of minutes left in this week, but not that many days remain. I am thinking about loss of time, because 1) I am losing it, 2) it is being eaten away, 3) it abandoned me and never asked if it…
London Morning Light
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I leave for work at nearly 8 a.m. The light is falling lower and lower on the horizon. It lives below the equator now. My shadow stretches long and tall behind me. I cannot see, but I don’t care. The sun is on my face and I would rather be nowhere. The only thing, really,…
What I am Reading: Wild Dogs
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Mary Flanagan brought me this book to workshop this week. “I just thought…” she said, then her voice trailed off. I started reading it this morning, on the Tube. This isn’t the cover of the book I have. Books have all sorts of different covers, in different markets. Probably the one here is the American…
All the Plastic in the World
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Lately I’ve been thinking about Little House on the Prairie. Not the books, but the show, with Melissa Gilbert and her pigtails flying. One of my favorite characters was Mr. Olsen. Not because he was so nice and long-suffering, with the noisy wife and spoiled children. No, I remember him because of his store. Inside…
Health Care Perspective
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295,734,134 = Current US Population 15.6 = Percentage of Americans without health care coverage 46,134,525 = Number of Americans without health care coverage 60,441,457 = Current UK Population 100 = Percentage of British citizens/residents and EU residents with health care coverage in the UK 0 = Number of Communist plots concocted as a result of…
T-E-M-P
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Where am I, you might be asking? I am in a temporary place. It’s really pretty. I have a glass box–well glass on two sides, that I sit inside for 8 hours. I type things on letterhead. I make coffee and tea. I am in T-E-M-P land. It’s nice here. This particular version of Templand…
