Wednesday, 18 July 2007
I know we're nice, but not this nice...
The English never say "over there" or "down that street" when asked directions; no, they lead you until they feel comfortable that you're really on the right path. With their help, I bused, and walked, and taxied, and even took my first ever underground (subway) ride, from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. without stopping, covering at least six "must see" London sights.
This from a weird piece about Tea at Harrods.
Faced with this kind of offtheplanetcy, what can one do, except post an engraving of the dentition of a hedgehog (see picture)?
Interview (thank you Imigrante) with K. Stockhausen, in which it seems to me that the interviewer is not one who could find his ass with both hands.