Monday morning headspace clearance

( And first, a demi-rant re 'tribes' )

In other news: Last night's Italian meal has infused me with so much garlic the cats won't come near me. This is embarrassing, I can almost feel the flowers wilt as I approach. Showering doesn't help, and neither does chewing copious amounts of parsley. Short of rubbing myself all over with a cut potato, or bleaching my bath water, I'm out of ideas.

And another thing: sensesmmm. Weird the things I forget. I've always loved sight and smell the very best; but touch, I recently remembered, is stellar.


*No, I don't know which part they feel.

Well that's better...

Even if I am trapped in a bath of garlic and parsley boot soup with no legs.

Today's word is sockpuppet.

Not again

Three posts in one day. I have been bored, tired and exasperated today...but now I am angry, really really angry. Maybe I'm angry because I'm tired. No. I am angry because of this:


"A museum on Monday defended its decision to remove a sculpture from an exhibition for fear of offending Muslims, citing the "sensitive climate" following suicide bombings in London in July. The Tate Britain decided not to include "God is Great" (1991), in a display of works by British-based John Latham, infuriating the artist and renewing debate over where to draw the line when censoring the arts. "God is Great" features copies of the Bible, Koran and Talmud -- sacred texts of Christians, Muslims, and Jews respectively -- embedded in thick glass." [Reuters - Tate Britain defends axing work that may offend Islam]

Thanks to keith_london for this info. Now, keith_london mentions the 'Talibanisation' of London. I don't agree with him, but by Christ, this is exactly the right way to go about creating the kind of resentment that leads to such perceptions.

( And now. A rant. )

Ah Goya, Goya, tell it like it is:

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El sueno de la razon produce monstruos

The sleep of reason produces monsters.