this was my debate.

i'd already spent 3 quid on a late night subway stop, just so i could stay coherent until home. it was either a 15 cab, or a 'i'm already past the day travelcard limit' free bus. i took the bus, of course, and woke up in hammersmith. 6 for a cab to my door from there. so i could have spent 15 at 1am, and been asleep 2 1/2 hours ago, or i could have spent 9, and gotten home now.

either way, i would have fried up sausages, bell peppers, mushrooms, onions and chinese lettuce; burned the onions and added too many chillis to the stir fry. the pint of water it took to cool my throat down doesn't hurt.

i like spending evenings with guys who record music in havana, or produce short films about ninjas in holland park. they think i'm all poser posh nose in the air, which is wrong, but an average assumption based on my 3 inch heel leather boots, american accent, and RL skirt. really, i'm a nice girl.

7 days left

and then it's march. have to admit though, old bastard february was good this year - mostly warm and dry. today though, he's managed a strong east wind, low dark clouds and fine rain. i'm delaying the commute.

there is so much and yet so little going on in my life right now. busy enough that i'm having to schedule in time to think about next week's meetings, but not enjoying it enough to stay up late and get things done.

watched solaris on sunday. do you go through life with chosen principles? beliefs in god, in love, in friends? slowly coming to appreciate clooney, although natash mcelhone was just too etheral, too half-dead skeleton (ok she was actually dead but) to be believed.

i am not a robot

i have slept 14 hours in the last 24, eaten a pint of ice cream, read - while lying in bed -two books on women autocrats, squashed the uprisings of catholic guilt at my laziness, and cleaned the living room. off to sunday pub lunches in the countryside.

so none of the work that was supposed to be finished has even begun, and my room still could come from a pig stye, but i feel glorious.

www.chrisbliss.com - find the big finale video.

the stuff of life

my sister works as a feild biologist in the western parts of the USA, counting bird populations and recording damange to habitats and young from pollution, human enroachment, ect...

she spends most of her days sitting in fields with bincoluars, watching...but in return she gets to sit in feilds with views like this.





i saw howl's moving castle last night. amazing...I love Hayao Miyazaki. also discovered a great theater/cinema/bar/resturaunt around the corner from me. any venue in west london that's not full of girls in boots and skinny jeans, and plays good music is a friend of mine. the cinema plays a range of what's out now to old classics - greta garbo.

valentines was dinner with friends at the gayest chinese resturant in london....ernie's in town...dan's coming through soon...the professional world is developing well....can't find time to hit the library for a new book...will cycle 60 miles on sunday...

decadence

can come in the form of edamame, lots of spicy rice, and one bit of chocolate in front of the torino winter olympics. i've been living off veg and fruit for a few days, and carbs are nice. and after a run and a long day of work, it's also the one day this week that i have NOTHING, glorious NOTHING, to bother my consience with doing.

down the rabbit hole

"So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her."

my levels of social interaction, consequent alcohol intake and subsequent food consumption jumped to such a degree last week that i was compelled into the other end of the swimming pool, and read sections of 'the oxford book of english verse' this morning in a vain attempt to recover lost brain cells, reverse the vocabularly loss and generally compensate for a week's sillyness. or, the hangover had so clouded my brain that all i could focus on was short poems. both are true.

always a t.s. eliot fan, but both yeats and keats were wonderful to me this morning, the odes to dryads and nymphs, leda and the swan...pictoral images jumping off the page. 'before me floats an image, man or shade, shade more than man, more image than shade.

i've been all three over the past week, in interviews more image than man, with friends more man than shade, and with new acquaintances, more drunken shade than gorgeous image or rational man. but it's sunday night, and i'm off to bed early, sober, rested and ready for a morning's run and a busy week.

a gorgeous day

with 7 hours of sleep, and run along the river at lunch. smile.

news to make you smile

An international team of scientists says it has found a "lost world" in the Indonesian jungle that is home to dozens of new animal and plant species.

"It's as close to the Garden of Eden as you're going to find on Earth," said Bruce Beehler, co-leader of the group.

The team recorded new butterflies, frogs, and a series of remarkable plants that included five new palms and a giant rhododendron flower. BBC

old jokes and new places

came back from wales to find annie in paddington waiting for me....and tim at my house an hour later. the joke's haven't stopped - and neither has the wine - and the week is full. let's hope my budget and my liver survive a high school invasion...

naval history museum, jack the ripper tour, ciao bella resturant, windsor castle pub w jen, then the gate, pancakes, natural history museum, the scarsdale, masala zone, ?who's afraid of virginia wolf? at the apollo, ice bar, hakkasan.....it's only just begun...