first we take manhattan, then we take berlin

At first we ate the floor and then the rest of it.
And then there was just a little left to give away.
It was one huge gingerbread house.

The new Jeanette Winterson book reads like a Bible -
that she keeps writing over and over and over as I just sit
there agasp and in awe of the beauty of the English language - and of this woman's mind.

And when I get to an excerpt of an unexeptional wisdom and beaufy I touch the words on the page as if they were something solid.

The light was as intense as a love affair. I was blinded, delighted, not just because if was warm and wonderful, but because nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is as extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out.
j.winterson

art in me

I have yet to master the art of a fully stacked fridge and regularly served meal(s).

When does it come I wonder?

Without wanting this to sound like a new years resolution, I've decided that:

2006 equals ample amounts of physical activy in the form of different sporting diciplines.

And diet - oh no...