Month: July 2008

Green means go.

“Through the gutters there’ll be water running wilder than the sea…” That was a quick Mark Lanegan William Topley break, before I proceed to the topic of this post, which is the green Parkette Deluxe Butch let me pick out from one of his many junker boxes. One man’s junk is another woman’s new favorite …

Fragility.

Sand and fire make glass. I think of this while looking at Chiqui’s gift from Venice, a glass pen that looks like amber, with a surge of turquoise sea and gold foil inside. Glassworkers stretch the glass on iron rods while it’s hot and taffy-like; they know to the second how it will twist and …

Ear hors d’oeuvres.

“Taxi, taxi, hotel, hotel, I got the whiskey baby, I got the cigarettes… ” Morphine, corrigible two-string slide bass, maculate sax, Mark Sandman’s voice like someone threw a lit match at a rag dipped in kerosene and honey, welcome back to my playlist. Twinemen just wasn’t the same. I have liked Elbow for some time, …

Deep breath.

I don’t do this very often. Reincarnation is a tricky business. Especially if, technically speaking, you’re still live. I’m dropping wordpress.com and starting over using my own domain. After mucking about with mamp and agitprop (thanks to this tutorial at bioneural.net), I’ve also succeeded in exporting my iBlog entries from 2004 onwards into the WordPress …