Tried out my new MP3 player today. I can't really recommend this device - a Treo 10 with somewhat limited (and frequently perverse) functionality... (read more)
So today was bookmarked as the Day of Irrevocable Actions. (Not a bad numerical date for it at all - as my (quarter-)Irish mum might point out.)... (read more)
Abbe, and her fiance Evan, and I, are padding around in a small, dark room of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. In this one small room are five, count 'em, of the world's starkly limited supply of Faberge eggs.... (read more)
Pandora's Sisters Kindle edition, Rockn' music from Damone, running like a maniac out in the snow, and fun-making military videos - all in today's entertainment-packed dispatch. (Warning!: music auto-start.)... (read more)
One degree centigrade. Iron grey skies. Freezing, blasting wind across Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. This was officially one of those "You Don't Have To Enjoy It / You Just Have To Fucking Do It" runs.... (read more)
Well, since I realised yesterday's post was nothing more than 34.5% blatant vegetarian agit-prop; and 65.5% unbridled and horrifying vanity . . . it's occurred to me to try and atone by posting a couple of personal favourite health and fitness tidbits (which might actually be of use to some of you out there).... (read more)
Complete & total asskicking runs on consecutive days this weekend. Six degrees and brilliantly sunny, monstering around the perimeter of Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park in a muscle shirt and gloves, all powered by the sublime new Kidneythieves album. Power to burn--which, alas, hasn't quite been universal this past however long.... (read more)
This morning, on a single circuit of Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, I personally counted 144 snow persons.... (read more)
