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Saturday, March 13, 2004
  The things I'd do for a friend.

For instance I'd write him a song for his birthday and perform it in front of some hundred people, only to make him feel very self-conscious. Yeah, I'm that kind of bastard. Here you go, mate...

There must be something to keep me from leaving
Another blink and see if I still stand
Like all the names of things I once believed in
At some point they just slipped from my hand

And it's these weird days that make us seem alone
Another anyone anywhere, who isn't there

I never had much use for all those faces
Induced to fit the conscience of a mask
Most people that I met were just bare places
And this place looks a hell lot like the last

And it's these strange days that make us seem so close
Not caring what might happen on the way
And it's these crazy days that really aren't that different
Just don't listen to the voices as they say
Happy birthday, happy birthday...  14:53


Friday, March 12, 2004
  Politics.

Israeli-Arab workers building a new wing for Israel's legislature had their helmets marked with red paint to help security guards distinguish them from foreign labourers, Israeli officials confirmed today.

What becomes of children who have been subjected to violence when they grow up?

The irony in this is tainted. It conjures up images of red X's on walls of Arabic houses and shops, on mosques and jackets. None of them are true. Yet. But there are signs. We know that better than anyone. Better even than the former victims of the same practice, it appears.   11:22


Thursday, March 11, 2004
  Orgasms of Fish!



"And the Moral Superiority Award goes to..."  13:03



  The one thing that a writer needs to hear: thank you for the story.  00:12