Hows this sexy new template? Displaying a rate streak of OCD, I've labeled the last few months worth of posts, for your pleasure. Although now I'm worried I'm going to drive myself to think inside one of those labels for all new posts. Ah the tension of a mind that loves order and categories yet also craves the off-beat, the whimsical and the passionate. Pisces, eh?
This week I've picked up the weighty tome sent to Biz by his folks, Michael Palin's Diaries from 1969-1979 (The Python Years)*. I'm quite enjoying his thoughtful, descriptive and sometimes insightful musings on "what fills his days". When all strung together (and heavily edited) nearly 30 years down the track, it make a compelling narrative. Almost inspires one to keep a real true diary, rather than a motley collection of ramblings and links to the Sydney Morning Herald. Although maybe if I keep up with the technology and keep the page nicely archived, there will be a nice juicy publishing deal in it. In 2030.
*Nb, Betty Sue the Tariq Ali/John Ronson essay is quietly forming - one of these days it will make it onto booklub