Kazooukelele
The puffin and I completely groove on this completely mad fella in this incarnation. In honour of Joey and the lads….
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Lemon Kittens
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Signage
In medicine, Aaron’s sign is a pain and soreness that occurs between the navel and the right hip bone indicating an attack of appendicitis in the patient.
From Knut Hamsun’s: Pan
It can rain and it can blow — these are not the things that count; often on a rainy day a small joy possesses one so that one retires into a private happiness. One stands looking straight ahead and glancing around
…At other times even unusual events cannot jolt a man out of a dreary and cheerless mood; in the middle of a ballroom he can sit unmoved, indifferent, and impassive.
So 25 years later what does the body actually remember? I had a major exercise in muscle memory ce soir when I returned to gymnastics training, not having done much aside from swing on the odd bar at the park and demonstrate a cartwheel to my wee man.
Forward motions have remained. Backwards less so. Press to handstand no problem, cartwheel, round off, not a bother but a backward roll just impossible. And tomorrow I shall be shuffling and convening with Advil. The truth of muscle memory will be revealed overnight. A wonderful return none the less. A neurological treat as well. The comfort of repetition and line after line and a forty year old throwing a flic, tuck back beside me like she was only answering a phonecall.
Last night I heard the precise moment where the wind picked up and commenced itself. It occurred at exactly 12.58am. It was one of the clearest auditory encounters with the wind I’ve had and I was glad to be so aware of that precise moment it commenced. It was a there she goes moment. I think moments are vital. I like them ever so much. I especially like them in literature.
Planet audio trample landed me here: 391.org: fascinating Especially intrigued by completely auditory floaty novel. The internet is doing great things for the ears. New time radio meets old time radio. Lissen hup.
Photo essay online only @ Granta on the Ali Abad Orthopaedic Centre in Kabul produces more than 15,000 prosthetic limbs each year.
(http://www.granta.com/Online-Only/Photo-Essay)
In these mesmerizing weather systems of the autumnal West Coast it is entirely possible with the encroaching sky and dropping mist, and rising wind (a far away over there, a faint, a faint, a faraway over there…SB) to feel one is living on an island, when in fact one is inhabiting an urban spot with millions of folk and coffee beans being ground uberalles.
I wish someone would realize that 24 hour swimming pools are an unrealized necessity of urban life.
I know a man who has realized this and dips each early early early morning into the ocean.
Not I.