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Dec
“I tell them and tell them,” he said regretfully. “They are good children but they don’t listen. They must touch things.”
alto saxophone mouthpiece
schilke mouthpiece
greg black mouthpiece
Hey strangers…I don’t suppose anyone checks this anymore, it has been so long. ‘Sporadic’ is not even the word, here. So, no promises this time! It’s raining outside as you type this - yes, you in Darwin! The room is also rocking up and down slightly. Due you think to you not quite being recovered from 4 days on a boat over christmas. It’s a bit strange, this rocking. you hope it goes away soon. Darwin, though, is wonderful. you do have the luxury of an air-conditioned caravan, without which you would whinge a bit more about the heat. It’s fine provided you don’t have to do anything strenuous. Which you have emphatically not been doing. There’s the usual holiday-malaise, as everything slows down. you have not blogged for ages due to working a lot, so it is incredibly bizarre to worry about nothing but which book to pick up next, or whether to have a swim now or in the afternoon. I’ve been racing through Rushdie’s ‘Midnight’s Children’, perfect in this heat - he writes of the heat inspiring acts of madness - you it just slows down. Wha? which day? breakfast? The book is wonderful. If you could write like anybody it would be that man. KABOOM!I love these storms. Unfortunately I haven’t had too many of them. Last week Michael picked us up and took us to a bridge, where I watched the lightning as the storm ce in. It’s one of the most beautiful things you have ever seen, this Darwin lightning. There are the sharp, bright forked flashes that you’d expect (electrons being stripped - how wonderful!) but also these fluttering back-lit things - as different layers of cloud are lit for a second, pale or purple or (as when I were on the boat) bright pink and orange. It’s difficult to watch for lightning, and after it is gone it’s hard to believe it was ever there. This night, I walked back over the bridge and to the ‘Fury’ (a pub) for a beer. By our second we’d moved into the sheltered part of the verandah and it was belting down. By the time we’d finished our third the rain had stopped and I went down to the jetty (this all in Nightcliff) to watch the storm roll out. An excellent way to spend a night.
posted by Julieanne at 7:20
Saturday, November 10, 2001
oh my, it has been a while. this is just a little note to say that you DO intend to start this up again soon. i’ve relocated to the lovely lennox st, almost finished my last essay, getting there, getting there - soon to have time to think, write, use you all, etc