  brian eno in an urlLink interview : In cities, you have the opportunity to do all the things that women are really specialized at: intense social relationships and interactions, attention to lots of simultaneous details. And of course in cities you can do very few of the things that men are good at -- you cant break anything in a city.
anyway, i almost got a damned chunlong haircut. i mean i bloody did, of course, but having looked at myself for the last ten minutes of the cut weirdly i realised i looked a little, um, chunlong-ish, so i decided to have it trimmed further. any more and i would have kokpin's cut. isn't that great or what. and poor old darling al still hates me, i bet. not that i expect her to like me over a canoeing captain, but still... don't torture me, you know? my brains are soft, watery and pulpy. any more of this mushiness and i will most certainly bury myself under some good plaster of paris.
and shiqi, being the great sport that she has always been, still refuses to tell me anything.
still.
i couldn't have pried something like one of these mugs of chocolate chip ice cream from her cold, dead hands, not even with a big spanner. oh al oh al. i am, um, hurting. maybe after this mug of ice cream, i swear i will hurt. i won at scrabble today with ERUDITE, THEOLOGY and INHIBITED (that's nine letters, for the astute).
no doubt you must have incredible respect for me. my streak of eight letter words is fantastic, i tell you. in fact i've rewarded myself with a pair of speakers that grace either side of my bed. every night this software thing will programme the playlist of the night and for it to shut down by 2.30am and i just go to sleep with gastr del sol plucking away by my ears. nice. 2.30am, of course, is usually a lie. but then again i have no one to talk to at 2.30am these days, except cy if she's upset or what. no doubt she hates losing at scrabble. time to go declare war on my maid. bye. 
