Friday, June 02, 2006

Scorch, Wales and ill-repair.

1. The smell of freshly ironed clothes.

2. I picked up a double LP of Under Milk Wood from my parents' a few weeks ago. I like listening to people speaking with Welsh accents. And I love Dylan Thomas' tumbly prose -- the words seem to pour out with no regard for their intended purpose and I see commonplace things like never before.

3. Science fiction movies with machines that don't work properly. I've been watching parts two and three of Matrix. The dirty, sparking machines remind me of the gear in Star Wars and Alien.
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Grounding, celery and lights.

1. I realise later -- much, much later -- that the lady in Lush handing me perfume samples was a very effective grounding exercise. 2. The c...

  • Bee, green beans and movie night.
    1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
  • Midsummer, feeding and cakes.
    1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
  • As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
    1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...