Thursday, 31 January 2008

shopping spree

tank top designed by Rufus WainwrightDon't you just love the modern age where you can shop in your own front room whilst there is a gale blowing outside.

First off, I bought two shirts at H&M, from their Fashion Against AIDS collection. One is a tank top designed by Rufus Wainwright. He says it's inspired by his latest tour, and if you've seen him performing Get Happy, you'll see why.

Check out those pins!




t-shirt designed by Scissor SistersAnd then I couldn't resist getting the Scissor Sisters shirt as well.

Twenty-five percent of all proceeds go to raising awareness and preventing the spread of HIV/AIDS worldwide.

As I was chatting with my sister, she sent me a link with all Rufus Wainwright albums on CD WOW!. Of course I had most of those already, except for the Yellow Lounge album he compiled:

Rufus Wainwright - Yellow Lounge

  1. Hometown Waltz
  2. Scene 1 Polonaise (DRITTER AKT)
  3. 2. Szene am Bach: Andante molto mosso
  4. 4. Absence (Original Version)
  5. 7. Auf dem Flusse
  6. 2. Rex tremendae (Original Version)
  7. 3. Affettuoso e sostenuto (Original Version)
  8. 3. Allegro (Nr. 1 F-dur BWV 1046)
  9. Danse des Sauvages (Act 9)
  10. Tre sbirri, una carrozza (Act 1)
  11. Theme Andante (Original Version)
  12. 1. C.A.E. L'istesso tempo (Original Version)
  13. 7. Troyte Presto (Original Version)
  14. Finale (Original Version)
  15. Siegfrieds Rheinfahrt (Prologue)
  16. Quasi una sonata (1987) for violin and chamber orchestra
  17. "Ah! Ich habe deinen Mund geküsst, Jochanaan" (Scene 4)
  18. 3. Largo (Original Version)
  19. Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk


EDIT: I just realised that if only Rufus had included his song Barcelona, the album would have tied in very neatly with the other purchases.

it's blowing up a storm today

So I'm glad I'm back home again.

I left the house at 6.15 AM and the weather was fine, but when I got back to my car again just after 11 AM, parked at a train station a bit further down the line (because it was too early for busses...), I could feel the wind had picked up, especially on the overpasses.

As lunch was approaching, I stopped off at the local shops and visited the butcher's and baker's. One hand full with groceries, I wanted to get back into my car when the door was suddenly caught by the wind and blown wide open. Fortunately it didn't have much speed when it hit the side of the car next to me, there was no scratch or anything, but trying to pull it back was murder!

First I had to hold on with one hand to make sure it didn't blow back open again, throwing the stuff I had in the other over my shoulder. Then I had to sit down and fold my leg inside without letting go of the door. With the wind blowing storm force straight into my door, that was quite a task. But when I got out the car at home I found my wallet perched on the center console and my bread and lunchmeat on the passenger seat, so I'm impressed with my toss even if nobody else is...

Now that I'm ensconced in my living room with the heat turned up it's quite cosy to hear the wind blowing up a storm outside.

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

intellectualism

Jean Monet on His Hobby Horse
Jean Monet on His Hobby Horse, by Claude Monet, 1872.
Metropolitan Museum of Art.
(Click the cropped image for the full picture.)


Heaven Tree has stirred an old pet subject of mine: intellectualism

1. devotion to intellectual pursuits.
2. the exercise of the intellect.
3. excessive emphasis on abstract or intellectual matters, esp. with a lack of proper consideration for emotions.
4. Philosophy.
xxa. the doctrine that knowledge is wholly or chiefly derived from pure
xxxxreason.
xxb. the belief that reason is the final principle of reality.

When I get on my hobby horse - which I shan't do now - and complain about the decline of intellectualism, I am referring to downturn in either (or both) quality or quantity of what is described in the first two definitions.

It got me thinking. About myself, who else? I don't consider myself an intellectual per se, although I am not too modest to tell you I do technically satisfy definitions six and seven. I am often content filling my time with low-brow pursuits, too restless to ruminate, to think deep thoughts - sometimes they bubble up by accident, but so does gas - unable to sit down and write this piece in one go.

However, I do feel a strong affinity with intellectual pursuits, even if I'm not the pursuer. I believe there is a place for them and I should be able to visit when I'm so inclined and find them up to scratch when I do. As Heaven Tree said:

I don't know about you, but I would always rather have a long, solitary chat with Conrad about, say, Macrobius, or with Chris about nineteenth century academic art than perorate to millions on TV about a new diet -- or Stephen King (which comes down to the same thing). Wouldn't you?

Please stay in your ivory tower and save me a spot by the fire.


EDIT: PS. Also read this post. That is such a shame. I visited a large wooden building in Bangkok when I was there for work. It was beautiful and seemed much more comfortable than most buildings I saw there.

Saturday, 26 January 2008

songbook: gay cowboy songs

Not many people know Rufus Wainwright wrote a song for Brokeback Mountain. Even fewer people know he actually wrote two. The first song I want to mention is the second one he wrote, The Maker Makes. It was actually used for Brokeback Mountain, but not in the movie as such. It's the second song to be played during the closing credits. Many people may never have heard it...

This is the official video, with Rufus performing it and of course it's gorgeous. But I can't embed it and I also like this version using clips from the movie:



The Maker Makes

One more chain I break, to get me closer to you
One more chain does the Maker make, to keep me from busting through

One more notch I scratch, to keep me thinking of you
One more notch does the Maker make, upon my face so blue

Get along little dogies
Get along little dogies

One more smile I fake, and try my best to be glad
One more smile does the Maker make, because he knows I’m sad

Oh Lord, how I know
Oh Lord, how I see
That only can the Maker make a happy man of me

Get along little dogies
Get along little dogies
Get along

Normally I would try to analyse the lyrics, but in this case I'm just going to tell you to read Annie Proulx' novella or watch Ang Lee's movie. I think both these songs capture the anguish of Brokeback Mountain.


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Shut Down the World

See one thousand eyes, forget the starry skies
Leaving you
Every sunny path, a bit of aftermath
Leaving you
So could you kindly shut the door?
It’s strange to think I needed it before

Then shut down the world
And stay within four walls
Please shut down the world
And stay within these four walls

Just one look at you, I’m finished wanting to
Challenge God
So I made my heart a home, of elements so strong
We’ll never feel the cold

And if God should come to call
I’ll leave the curtain strong
Won’t make the slightest sound
Till he’s out of town
And our secret tune remains
And we’re done failing death

Then shut down the world
And stay within four walls
Please shut down the world
And stay within these four walls
And stay within these four walls

Shut Down The World (often mislabelled "Leaving You") is the song Rufus wrote several years ago when Gus Van Sant, who was then planning on making a movie out of Brokeback Mountain, asked him to write a song for it. As you'll have noticed I uploaded a live recording of the first performance. Rufus says something like "And he better use it in his next fucking movie!" Unfortunately Van Sant's movie never happened.

Holy Dirt

post copied from my other blog Worth and Dignity:

This song was written by Steve Schalchlin as part of his "cantata for peace" called "Pantheon Bar & Grill" which will be performed on December 19, 2008 by the great San Francisco Gay Mens Chorus under the direction of Dr. Kathleen McGuire, with full orchestra, at Davies Hall in San Francisco. It will be half of their annual Christmas concert.




I notice that when something is designated holy, people start dying.

Maybe we need fewer holy sites and more holy people.

Or maybe we could even treat other people as if we were all holy.


Relentless Peace to all.

Friday, 25 January 2008

weird crazy coincidences

Everywhere I look today people seem to be blogging about Unitarian Universalism.

There also seems to be a lot of Mika-love going on in the blogoshpere at the moment. This time last year I was very much impresed by him, but I don't know, I think it's growing old... Sorry.

Burns Day

No, I don't know the date by heart, I figured it out when I noticed today's Oxford English Dictionary's Word of the Day was haggis! So it's the commemoration of Scotland's national poet Robbie Burns today and tonight many a haggis will be addressed:

Address To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

It's a bit too long to quote all of it, but you can read the complete poem here.

I have never tasted a haggis and quite frankly have no intention of ever doing so. But Burns was a pretty darn good poet, if sometimes slightly a bit too romantic for my taste. Still, he manages to touch my heart sometimes...

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

As you can see, the haggis triggered a lot of memories for me. This poem was set to my class as a riddle by the teacher when we were around 15:

John Barleycorn: A Ballad

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

I don't know whether it was a credit to us that nobody figured out what it was about (because nobody drank beer - which I doubt, although I didn't) or a disgrace (that we didn't know enough about how it's made). More than half my class came from a rural area, having to ride their bikes for 45 minutes to an hour each way, but I don't think any of their families were involved in any such activities. (There was a dairy farmer's daughter, which of course didn't help on this occasion.)

No Churchman Am I

No churchman am I for to rail and to write,
No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight,
No sly man of business contriving a snare,
For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care.

I sense a theme in my quotes, and a distinct whiff of alcohol to boot! It's all my fault, I take full responsibility, although I haven't had a drink since last Friday.

Remorseful Apology

The friend whom, wild from Wisdom's way,
The fumes of wine infuriate send,
(Not moony madness more astray)
Who but deplores that hapless friend?

Mine was th' insensate frenzied part,
Ah! why should I such scenes outlive?
Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!-
'Tis thine to pity and forgive.

Okay, who am I kidding? I like his lechery and his wit. Let's end on a happy note:

The Deil's Awa Wi' The Exciseman

The deil cam fiddlin' thro' the town,
And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman,
And ilka wife cries, "Auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o' the prize, man."
-Chorus-
The deil's awa, the deil's awa,
The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman,
He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa,
He's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman.


Happy Birthday, Rabbie!

All the poems in this post come from Robert Burns Country. Check out all the wonderful stuff on that site.

And if you didn't recognise any of the poems I quoted and think you've never heard or read anything by Burns, click this link!

Thursday, 24 January 2008

bad taste

I wasn't going to mention the death of Heath Ledger because, sad as it is, because it didn't really touch me. If that sounds callous to you, please understand that every celebrity death reminds me of all the death and suffering that goes unreported.

There is still some question as to how the Australian actor died, he was found in the middle of the day, lying face-down and naked, with pills nearby, but the preliminary post mortem hasn't shown any obvious sign of how he died. If further results, as they come in over the following weeks, don't throw any light on this, the mystery combined with his young age - 28 - may propel him to legendary status. Still, I never was all that interested in Jimmy- or Marilyn-worship.

However, things have gotten "interesting" now. Some idiot Fox radio host thought it was funny to make jokes about it, based of course on Ledger's marvellous acting in Brokeback Mountain - which earned him a nomination for an Academy Award. Having incredible material to work with to begin with, the screenplay follows Annie Proulx' short story very closely, Ledger makes it even more intense with his performance.

But having had the guts to portray a gay character in a major Hollywood movie* makes him a target in some people's eyes, even in death. Fox' John Gibson, "blinding you with his razorsharp acumen", did in fact no such thing. Check out this link, it has transcripts and an audio clip.

What to think about Mr. Razorsharp Acumen? I don 't know, I think his blade is pretty dull...

EDIT: See some of the responses to these 'jokes' in the media on Towleroad and watch Gibson apologise here.


EDIT: When you talk about bad taste, these people are never far. Fred Phelps' sect, the Westboro Baptist Church (mostly made up of his family), of God Hates Fags "fame" (the site seems to be down for me at the moment - I wonder if it has anything to do with this) has announced they will be picketing Heath Ledger's funeral. This picture is an example of the signs they use to picket the funerals of homosexuals and US soldiers. Why those soldiers? Because the USA has given rights to homosexuals and thus everyone, and they mean everyone, in America is a "fag enabler" - except themselves, of course...


A federal advertizing campaign to promote the dangers of prescription drug abuse has been called off as a result of the speculation over Ledger's death. The White House didn't want to seem to be opportunistic. There's a first.


Brokeback Mountain picture "borrowed" from Tom Bacchus on the Vine (NSFW!). Placard picture by Associated Press, through the Telegraph.


* Not that it should be anything you need more guts for than any other part, but in these days, unfortunately, it is...

Wednesday, 23 January 2008

day ten

It just struck me, this is the tenth day that I have been ill. I'm now developing a headache and my temples are sore, probably due to the pressure from coughing and the lack of sleep. I think the end might be in sight now, in a good way, I seem to be coughing up less and not so much of a jelly consistency (sorry, maybe I should have warned you).

It all started when I woke up on Monday morning last week. I immediately knew something was wrong, the back of my nose and throat were swollen. At first I thought I had caught something on the plane back from Paris the night before, but that would have been too soon, so I must have picked it up either in Paris or on the flight there.

Later that day I had an appointment with an ear, nose and throat specialist for something else, but he of course had a general look around and confirmed the swelling and redness and felt the lymphe nodes in my neck, which I had forgotton to check myself.

On Tuesday I started sneezing. And sneezing. And sneezing. You get the idea. Plus my nose was runny. Wednesday I still sneezed, but my throat was starting to give me more trouble. I coughed a little on Thursday but on Friday it seemed to be getting better. I also needed the company, so I went out with K and Sunshine. I don't think I coughed all night.

But maybe I paid a price for that. I've been seriously coughing since Saturday and it's tiring me out. The thing is I hadn't really felt all that sick before then, just a little uncomfortable. Only the last couple of days did I start to feel it slowly wear me down. But I've been getting up, going about my business, it's not like I couldn't get out of bed. And now my appetite is getting better, I'm craving sweet stuff, probably for the energy, so I'm taking that as a good sign. Now if I can only get a good night's sleep...

Fingers crossed.

Monday, 21 January 2008

Fahrenheit 451

I keep forgetting to mention this, but this week I finally read Fahrenheit 451 and. it. is. amazing!

If you haven't read it, please do so NOW! Wow! I am speechless. And so prophetic, alas. We're almost there, people, all the media are dumbing down, hordes of people are engrossed in "reality" TV-shows on TVs that are as big as walls, everything is aimed at the lowest common denominator, book reading and intellectualism are becoming increasingly suspicious.

This quote I copied from the Wikipedia page for Fahrenheit 451 that I linked above, it is also included in the 50th anniversary edition I own:

I discovered that, over the years, some cubby-hole editors at Ballantine Books, fearful of contaminating the young, had, bit by bit, censored some 75 separate sections from the novel. Students, reading the novel which, after all, deals with the censorship and book-burning in the future, wrote to tell me of this exquisite irony.

But I won't take this lying down. Ray Bradbury's book has also inspired me to write again, something I have severly neglected recently. I am setting aside time for it, starting tomorrow. First thing: review/improve/finish a screenplay for a short movie I've been thinking about pitching to a producer friend.

bear with me

I'm trying to add a little gadget to tell you (and me) the phases of the moon, but it's decided to be difficult. Please let me know if the page is taking a lot longer to load or doesn't load (properly) at all.

The reason behind this is twofold. First off, I only saw this thing on somebody else's (can't remember who) blog today and secondly it made me think of my friend Amber, who is due to give birth to her first baby on Friday. As she herself points out, first babies are often a bit early and tomorrow is a full moon, so who knows...?

CURRENT MOON

another reason not to get pregnant

Now you can't have any caffeine either... No (or at least very little) chocolate, cola drinks, tea or coffee for at least the first twelve weeks, no alcohol, eat a healthy diet, why not join a monestary instead? In Dutch coffee is also known as "bakkie troost", a cup of solace.

I've been cutting down a lot anyway (I even went as low as drinking *spits* decaf at work), I don't usually crave coffee and when I'm at home I might easily go without for a few days without thinking about it. But right now I would really, really like some - and I ran out yesterday.

I'll be back later.

EDIT: I'm back, have been for a while, but when I first got back I had... lost my appetite for coffee.

Sunday, 20 January 2008

cinnamon

No stereotyping here, no sir, none at all...



I do love cinnamon, though.

Midwest Teen Sex Show

Sounds racy, huh? It is, a little, but not that much... Earlier this week I watched all twelve current episodes of the Midwest Teen Sex Show. It's not sex education per se, but it's open, funny (sometimes stepping over the line for some) and creative. And it's got a lot more chance of working than telling kids to save themselves for marriage. From their "About" section:

Is this sex education?

Sort of–we like to call it sex information. We’ll leave the formal education to classrooms and textbooks. Midwest Teen Sex Show is here to provide sex information in a clear and entertaining way. We won’t pretend to be experts, but hopefully a few of our own embarrassing experiences and insights will keep you out of trouble.

(...)

The Midwest Teen Sex Show is for entertainment purposes only. All advice given is simply opinion and should not be taken as fact. Do not attempt any of the activities describe on the show without first consulting your parents, a medical professional, or at least your friend’s older brother Clarence.

But wait! They don't promote teen sex, in fact they ask them to Choose Abstinence. (okay, not really *wink*)

Episodes currently online:
#1 Female Masturbation
#2 Abstinence
#3 The Older Boyfriend
#4 Birth Control
#5 The First Time
#6 Gym Class
#7 Homosexuality
#8 Beatin' It
#9 Syphilis
#10 Dating
#11 Backdoor Business
#12 Parents

just call him Barry

The Angry Young Man posted this wonderful picture, proof if proof were needed that yearbooks are one of those things we don't need to copy from our American cousins.

In my case it's more about the pictures than the captions. There are enough embarrassing childhood photographs of me in existence as it is. Believe me, I know the location of every single one and if I had my way they will all go up in flames in one big funereal pyre to mark the death of my shame.

just call me George

Another quiz doing the rounds, I saw it first on Huntingon's site. It's fun, but beware there are something like 77 statements you have to give your opinion on.


Which Great US President Are You Most Like?
created with QuizFarm.com


You scored as George Washington

1st President, in office from 1789-1797
Born: 1732 Died: 1799


George Washington


81%

Dwight Eisenhower


67%

John Kennedy


67%

Theodore Roosevelt


62%

Franklin Roosevelt


62%

Abraham Lincoln


57%

Thomas Jefferson


45%

Harry Truman


43%

Woodrow Wilson


40%

Lyndon Johnson


38%

Ronald Reagan


36%


The quiz site also has a feature that will post your results directly onto your blog. I don't know, I'd rather do it myself, even if I do end up with lots of unexplained white lines (you should've seen how it looked before).

Saturday, 19 January 2008

one for the bears

Here's a word I learned today:

pogonotrophy
(po-guh-NAW-truh-fee) noun

The growing of a beard.
[From Greek pogon (beard) + -trophy (nourishment, growth).]

Pogonology is the study of beards and pogonotomy is a fancy word for shaving.

"Mr. Davis fixed his gaze on the red beard [and said], "Professor Flowers, I must congratulate you on a fine example of pogonotrophy.'"

Richard J. Weiss and Duane R. Chartier; Fakebusters II: Scientific Detection of Fakery in Art and Philately; World Scientific Publishing Company; 2004.

Source: A.Word.A.Day

Thursday, 17 January 2008

how much is my body worth?

The Cadaver Calculator tells you how much your body would be worth to scientists, "based on overall health and the level of interest your corpse holds to the medical research industry". If I died right now, my family would get:

$4900.00The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.

EDIT: If they substract haulage costs it'll come out at a lot less than that...

blogroll surge

I think it's time I added some more blogs to my blogroll. First up: Apostrophe Abuse. So sue me, I'm a grammar geek, grammar matters.



EDIT: It's now Sunday and I'm still working my way, slowly but surely up/down/in any which direction/around my list of blogs. Tips are always welcome of course!

elections

You may or may not have noticed there are going to be elections in the USA this year. Right now the two parties are still figuring out who will be their presidential candidates. Confusing at times, but remember that the number of hopefuls gives us at least some form of diversity that will be gone after early September. (The Democratic national convention will be held on August 25-28, the Republican one September 1-4.)

I've been looking around the interwebz and sometimes without trying, I found these tests to see which candidate would be best for you (me).

USA Today's Candidate Match Game


Wait, wait, wait! WHAT is Ron Paul doing there? At least the other two are showing a much more respectable score, with all the Republicans way down at the bottom of the polls where they belong...

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz
91% Mike Gravel
90% Dennis Kucinich
84% John Edwards
80% Barack Obama
79% Chris Dodd
78% Joe Biden
76% Hillary Clinton
67% Bill Richardson
37% Rudy Giuliani
25% John McCain
24% Ron Paul
20% Mitt Romney
19% Tom Tancredo
18% Mike Huckabee
9% Fred Thompson


The last one is from a Dutch election site which has joined with a current affairs program on public TV to add a poll on the US elections. It's available both in Dutch and in English. (It's a quiet year on the Dutch election front...)

Last week the newspapers reported that of all the Dutch people taking this test, around 90% scored Democrat, with John Edwards being most popular. I suspect there's a slight bias here, because it only incluldes the top three Democratic candidates and five Republicans. Who knows what would've happened if Kucinich and Gravel (remember, it's Gra-VEL, not GRA-vel...) had been in there. Even people who I would call pretty right-wing over here, like VVD-voters, Rita Verdonk-fans etc., consistently score Democrat. Of the 10% that did match up most closely with one of the Republicans, the large majority got Giuliani.

StemWijzer


EDIT: I found another one, thanks to I Need More Cowbell.

Glassbooth
1 Dennis Kucinich 87% similarity
2 Mike Gravel 84% similarity
3 Barack Obama 78% similarity


On a totally unrelated note, just because I'm a grammar geek, look at this button I found on EvolveFISH.

Thursday, 10 January 2008

taxi!

Last Sunday night I went home with K because he had had a little too much to drink and although I'm not usually worried about him getting home safely, this time he had to go to work in the morning so I wanted to make sure not only that he got there, but that he was awake and well enough to start the first full week at his new job.

However, I hadn't been tea-total that night either, so when we got to the train station at his home town and saw no busses for the time being, we headed over to the taxi stand - my arm firmly hooked through his to prevent him from stumbling too badly - and being slightly tipsy myself, I read the big sign that hovered over the waiting cabs, out loud. "You are not obliged to take the first taxi in line."

To our alcohol-fueled minds this was like a red rag to a bull and we got into the second of two cabs waiting at the little turning circle they have there (there were others waiting further away that we didn't really notice at the time, I remember now). But the driver was having none of it. He was telling us we couldn't do that and that the other driver was his buddy and he wasn't going to steal money from his friend. K protested feebly: "But the sign says..." "I don't care about the sign," the taxi driver said. "I didn't put that sign up!" And he started his tirade all over again...

Eventually we relented and walked over to the first cab, pretending nothing had happened. This driver either didn't realise what had happened or played dumb. Then I heard K muttering under his breath in the back seat: "That was rude!"

Tuesday, 1 January 2008

back to school

(or work)

It feels like I've been off work for an eternity and not just 11 days. I've had some great parties and lovely quiet nights, got drunk and enriched my mind but now my nose is headed back to the grindstone. (Also the 'rents will be coming over tomorrow, they should be here when I get back from work, that could be fun...)

But K has an even bigger change ahead of him, he is starting a new job tomorrow. I know he'll be great, but I'm still a little nervous for him. Good luck, sweetheart!

Allons-y, Alonso!

A bit late, but what about that Doctor Who Christmas Special, eh?

Kylie looked so old she almost looked her real age, the plot was as thin as wrapping paper, Russell T. Davies is obsessed with angels, it was cheesy as hell and I loved it! I enjoyed the hint at previous Christmas specials, with London being deserted because something horrible happens every year at Christmas...

This new revival of The Doctor has seen some of the best writing the Time Lord's saga has seen in it's five-decade history, but I'm sad to say the Christmas specials are not a part of that.

Why am I sad? Some of the old episodes are unwatchable! K has every Tom Baker episode there ever was, he loves them, yet many of them he simply cannot watch. I suppose for some of us it's all so much better in our memories than it ever really was and nothing's going to live up to those ghosts. I, on the other hand, think it's so much fun to see the clumsiness with which they were made.

Yet I feel a sadness that RTD, whom I love dearly for giving us Queer as Folk and for reviving The Doctor, never seems to write those truly great episodes either. He's a great science-fiction and Doctor Who afficionado and no doubt he has great ideas for the show, but I'm afraid he should probably stick to his work behind the scenes instead of the nitty-gritty of scriptwriting.

Unless, of course, he did it on purpose...

PS. Why, o why did the BBC block the Torchwood site for anyone outside the UK? It's completely unfair!

well done, Lynette

Lynette, aka Big Ass Belle has won Post of the Year on this website, which throughout the year chooses a blog post that stood out that week.

The winning entry was piano music. This link comes with a warning, though: make sure you have tissues ready.

He played the piano for Ronnie as he had done for years. Music to remind him of his love, music to speak of his loss when he had no words to do so. It was love and anguish and heartbreak and regret that kept his fingers moving over those keys night and day for weeks and weeks.