Monday, February 15, 2010
Outside, a grass-cutting-machine drones like a giant bee and a lonely far-off bird sings; just next door, a child cries, a mother shouts, and a phone rings; on the page before me Carrol's Walrus and the Carpenter still speak of cabbages and kings; but I, skittish, cannot concentrate on any of these things, because I am thinking of you and wishing you were here.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Touch
Touch
"You're dangerously pretty," I said. "Dangerous to all, even yourself. But especially to me." That she was pretty was easy to see but the danger that lurked behind her eyes was dimmed, even in sunlight. It isn't right, I thought, that beauty should present such a risk.
"But you're here," she said. "You needn't have stayed."
"You wanted me to," I replied. It was true; it was in her eyes.
We left the bar; went to the car. Then I drove a way, but not too far.
"I hear you're famous," she said. "You're dangerous too. And you like pretty women."
"What man doesn't?" I said. "It's the way we're made."
The shadows were crawling across the park. They were mostly long and thin, like stretched fingers without knuckles and without nails. Already they had reached the perimeter wall and the more-than-two-years-old graffiti that was scrawled there, acclaim for a once-popular political leader who was now discredited. 'Viva X!' it proclaimed. That was all.
In the car, we sat side-by-side, silently, almost as if we were afraid to breathe. Perhaps we were. We were both waiting for something to happen, waiting for life to intervene.
"Touch me and I'll scream," she said. "Don't touch me and I'll die."
What else could I do? I took a deep breath. And. Touched. Her.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Distressing Indeed!
Just found this quote: "What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult." [Sigmund Freud] 'Nuff said!
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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Browser Wars (new edition) Opera alpha

The Browser Wars continue with Opera's "pre-alpha" release 10.5. Basically this a techie/geek release--not for real everyday use, not even really for testing--just to show off some new stuff; but it's FAST! Faster even than Google's Chrome. Because it's an unfinished release, pix are not fully rendered, but there's a gr8 r-click tool that enables you to open any open page in another browser of your choice [I've been wanting this feature to reappear since I first used it with Cyberdog back in 1986 or so]. If you're up for some fun, try it out. Available now (as they say) from Opera's site.
The New Beyonce?
Janee Bennett is a singer-cum-model-latest-image-on-the-scene from Manchester, UK. recently she's been getting some airplay and praise-song reviews in the urban/dance press. You can see what she looks like :-) but can she sing and dance? Yeah, she can sing but it's still a young voice to my ears, particularly since her music is grime. Can she be the new Beyonce? Can she sing RnB? Who cares? We've still got the old one! If she can grow into the new Janee that will probably do for the rest of us.
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
Exciting test match!
Well, I knew cricket could be exciting--even test matches--but I never realised a drawn test match could be exciting 8-] SA and England draw in Cape Town... and it was right down to the last ball! Good sport!
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swazi singing
Now, don't get me wrong but Swazi women have a way of singing that sounds like crying--a thin up-and-down-the-scale modulation-- that is very local; is it derived from traditional singing (traditional weddings, funerals, ceremonies and the like) or from church settings (especially those of Zion)? I don't know the answer to that one yet but it's certainly interesting.
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I was sitting at home this week watching the kombies and open-backed lorries go past, cram-full of excited singing girls on their way to...
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Harold Budd Back in the 70s I had a friend called Howard, who lived in Wimbledon village, and we met regularly to listen to and discuss ou...
HAROLD BUDD: go in peace
Harold Budd Back in the 70s I had a friend called Howard, who lived in Wimbledon village, and we met regularly to listen to and discuss ou...