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Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

What I'm Listening To

John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Sunday, March 09, 2003
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Let me just say "hello" to my new Pakistani reader, may your reading be most pleasurable

While I was at work the other day (yes .... I do have an actual place of employment that I show up to occasionally) I noticed a striking display of drawings and artwork by the children impounded in the Woomera Detention Centre. They depicted various aspects of regimented life, and many of the images would have functioned as clever black comedy if the stark reality of the situation was removed.

My favourite drawing was one of people lining up for medical treatment while complaining of various ailments. Yet the medical staff (ie. probably private security guards) kept prescribing glasses of water. "Just drink more water. You'll feel wonderful."

Much of the artwork was highly depressing, and contained lots of fences, lines of people, security guards and signs of alienation and unhappiness.

I did wonder whether perhaps there was some external involvement in the composition of some of the pieces, as thematically they seemed a bit too complex for young children. But I'm no pediatrician or child analyst, and such artwork would probably be a natural response to confinement in the desert. Just another protest placard I guess.

On a different topic, I was watching the evening news tonight, and for the first time (that I've noticed anyway) the mainstream media has shown some kind of fair treatment towards Saddam. One of the more notable things involved the highlighting of Saddam's call for the UN to investigate Israel and their WMD. One has to agree with Saddam, no matter what the opinion of him may be .... he certainly makes a damn good point. I could go on about my disgust at Israel and their appalling arrogance towards the people of Palestine, but time prevents me, perhaps I'll save it for another day.
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posted by The Princess 5:19 PM



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Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen

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