fine line of twine
treacherous and serpentine
holds my crumbling mothballed mind
like a crick-crack creepy wall holds its vine.

A developing news story describes a "hack" for the popular video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

The so-called "Hot Coffee fix," in wide distribution on the Internet, patches the game code to... create? reveal? some way off-book sexual scenarios.

Begging your indulgence, you are hereby forewarned that this text is:

• The kind of nauseating sentimental fawning that would normally send me running for the hills;
• Squarely and unforgivably in the category of exhibitionist and confessional Web garbage that permeates the blogoverse;

In a word, catharsis.

A "designer" wine rack, which I'd had for years and of which I was rather fond, broke with a thundering crash this weekend. I got a bit obsessed with figuring out how it suddenly broke.

I had a startlingly delicious conversation with a client of mine a few days ago.

It came up that, in a previous (& presumably interstitial) life, he had been an active & working musician, a percussionist.

Found in old St. Paul's Church, Baltimore, dated 1692.

The lovely and very tuneful Lydia Crash, creator of piece, a charming design store, coffee source and den of sweet culture, recently reminded me to "be like water."

Thing is, we were discussing relationships, not martial arts. But her Bruce Lee reference couldn't possibly have been more spot-on.

Reading many books at a time, one finds delicious coincidence.