Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Friday, 29 December 2006

Echoes. By Pink Floyd.

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Pinging Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of ...
Thursday, 28 December 2006

Of Mice and Me

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Mousies. My old house had them, it was an old stone cottage, near two overgrown fields, every winter the field mice would look through the w...
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Loituma

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Loituma, from the album, ' Things of Beauty ', Ievan Polka. Nuapurista kuulu se polokan tahti jalakani pohjii kutkutti. Ievan äit...
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006

Everyday Entertainments for Small Beetles

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Don't worry, the newness will soon wear off, and I'l become a desultory blogger with years between posts. But just now I'm fooli...
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Eek! The mythical reader!

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The Mythical reader happened along. It was all a bit scary when the little flag came up, to tell me someone had tripped the trap I so carefu...
Tuesday, 26 December 2006

An Inconspicuous Beginning.

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Damn... What have I done? And why? First of all who am I? For most purposes, these days, I am Ersatz Soubriquet . I have another name, sever...
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