Was doing some marking today, listening to the latest Pavement wannabes, trying very hard to get my ears in sync with the hype. Sort of into-it-not-into-it, wanting it to be more than it was: which was average. So during a coffee break, I clicked on an oldie-but-goodie I haven't listened to for ages because I seem to spend so much time trying to keep up with the Next New Big Thing. A metaphor here. And as the pleasure of the familiar music coursed up and down my spine bringing tears to my eyes, I decided to break the habit of a lifetime and post something 'happy' and dare I say it, wholly life-affirming on Prozacville. Apologies dear readers. Normal service will be resumed shortly.
Sunday 30 November 2008
Saturday 29 November 2008
Thursday 20 November 2008
Wednesday 12 November 2008
I've always tried to wonder how it must feel to be real
With a nod to Lao Tsu and a please-buy-me-one-of-these-for-Christmas surreptitious head-tilt at the Travel Honeypot(supposedly very good for 'gratuitous winking'; I'm all for gratuitousness in the winking-stakes).
Labels:
emptiness,
p-therapist,
tao
Monday 10 November 2008
Wednesday 5 November 2008
Though everything changes around us, we will be the same as before
[Soundtrack- feel-good 'multiculturalism', circa 1993.]
Labels:
p-therapist,
therapy
Tuesday 4 November 2008
I'm glad that I'm so lucky to make you feel yucky everyday
Labels:
emotional pranks
Monday 3 November 2008
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