Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes. indeedy.

I have done many things since last I journalised:
Firstly I have changed said journal (this 'kin page what you're gawping at) with a different flavour of template. I did this for the sole reason that a change is as good, if not better, than no change at all.
Secondly I have written and recorded an entry for 'When it snowed'. This is my first Song Fight entry of the year. An odd little ditty it is indeed, with most excellent mouth percussion.
Thirdly, and with a hung head, and a pityfully quivering lower lip I must admit to not (that's NOT) getting my tax return finished in time. FUCK.
Still. Never mind eh.

The years roll by

Grant's Birthday today. Another friend gets a year older. Why we aren't born old and get younger is a mystery I'll never fathom. It seems such a sensible way to go.
Cat seems jaded. Must be the weather. I hate winter weather in England. If it's winter it should be cold and snowy. It should be a chore to get the car started, scraping the ice of the windows in gloves and scarf. Instead it's just bleak, damp and miserable. All this and more to come courtesy of good old 'Global Warming tm'.
Now back to trying to sort out my tax. Hey ho.

Is it me, or is modern poetry CRAP!

I get a lot of email from lists that I've signed up to on the spur of the moment and most of which I bin without reading. The arts list is different. It is full of people asking for, and presumably getting finance for the most 'off the wall' projects. Facinating.
Today I got one from www.poetrylondon.co.uk who are looking for a manager, one day a week. Not that I want the job, but interested in the site non the less I check out the 2004 competition. Not one of the poems stir me, and a lot of them don't seem like poetry at all. I'm left wondering, and slightly bemused.

Aghhhh!

The tenth of January... Again.
There it is then.

The trouble with the media

The trouble with the media is that the more you get to see of a disaster the more inured you become. I'm suffering from this 21st century affliction to the nth degree. Switch on the radio
"The distaster worsens as..." Switch on the TV and more of the same with pictures.
Tonight the admass are fed the faces of orphaned children.
"This little girl is hoping beyond hope her Grandmother (close up of a tear rolling down childs cheek) is still alive (dramatic pause) otherwise she will become one more of the many, many orphans of Phuket."
Though I'm sure it's been said a bazillion times before Phuket is a really unfortunate name. I've wanted to go there for the longest time, and yet now I'm not really bothered if I ever see the place. The magic that was the far East has in my mind vanished for good. Sad but true.

Happy New Year?

I have been 'battered' by television pictures of the Asian Tsunami disaster.
The first couple of days they repeated the 'wave coming in' which was shot from a second floor balcony by a tourist. It showed an idyllic beach scene with the wave coming in over a swimming pool, and a few people running. The casualty figures were estimated to be around 20,000, which is vaguely understandable and horrific.
For the last couple of days they have been repeating aerial shots. These I just can't comprehend. Mile after mile after mile of utter desolation. Looking more like satellite photographs, you can see markings of where villages once were, roads vanish underwater only to reappear in the distance, huge boats far inland...
Casualty figures of over 100,000. It is just devastating, and this from the safety of a living room on the other side of the planet.
We are so insignificant it puts all personal troubles into true perspective.
If I believed in God I would think it is his way of saying "You'd better start bucking up your ideas. Or else".
It makes me ponder the point of it all.