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Life On Air-David Attenborough
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"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

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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 23, 2003
(I DON'T LIKE CRICKET...
OH, NO ... I LOVE IT!!!)

I will resist the urge to boast excessively about the brilliance of the Australian Cricket team during the World Cup, partly because there's still another 3 hours before the final game of the competition starts, and partly (well, mostly) because some of you out there in cyber-land ... who happen to be reading this now, are sad bastards from New Zealand.

Now, I don't generally refrain from gloating about the magnificence of an Australian sporting team simply because I feel sorry for New Zealanders, but I am feeling a little sensitive to the needs of kiwi sporting fans during these troubled times.

With the bitterness of a crushing America's Cup defeat looming large over their heads (who said that Switzerland is a land-locked country ... it's a lie I tell you!) it would be far too cruel for me to highlight the woeful performance of the NZ cricket team during their brief World Cup appearance, and their shame at hardly even registering a mark on the world stage of cricket. As tempting as it is to say "sucked in, we're sooooo much better than you" .... I won't.

But in their (the NZ cricket team's) defense ... I have been told their performance wasn't to blame, it had nothing to do with talent, skill or athleticism of the Kiwi team (or lack there of) ... it was the combined work of the Duckworth/Lewis method of calculation, the South African weather and the bizarre system of carrying over points to future rounds - all of which apparently conspired against the NZ team, in some sinister plot to bring them down. I feel for the guys, I really do!

Anyway, rather than boast I thought it'd be nice to spend a little time today reflecting on the brilliance of the delectable Brett Lee. Not only does he possess musical prowess and a killer, to-die-for smile, he's also a mighty fine cricketer - not terribly gracious or humble ... but when you look that good, who cares!

On another note, if anyone knows where on the net I can find a link to the Baghdad webcam I keep hearing about (but have been too busy/lazy to bother searching for myself) .... please, please, please email me and share. Some say the webcam story is a hoax - but don't bother emailing me to tell me it doesn't exist ... I'm willing to remain blissfully ignorant to such information. I'm a believer ... I believe it's out there somewhere (like the Yeti, the Tasmanian Tiger and little green men).

Flying home to Tassie tonight ... and will be back in Tassie until Thursday.
xxx

posted by The Princess 2:24 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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