The river was high, it was the Amazon and a flooding Danube at the same time. And the boat was both a native Amazonian canoe, a long one out of some documentary, and a racing shell, low in the water. It was propelled by an African guy, only he had no oar or paddle in his hands. He sat up front. There was also another guy, a white guy, some movie star, that guy, what was his name? Not Kevin Spacey. Wearing documentary guy explorer gear, hat and vest. Then he was me, and I was in the water swimming for shore next to a lioness also swimming for shore. She was a good swimmer. I took her paw to help her along and felt her large claws. I helped her to shore and waited a while for her to take off and disappear into the jungle and floated a little downstream just to be on the safe side before climbing out myself.

I was very flexible in the dream, and when I woke up my back was a lot better.

But now I have to figure out how to fit a lioness into the novel.

Ten useful hints for everyday grammar.

(For the person who just came her via the search for LADY’S OVER 30 PORN)

Gas gauge was at the point this morning where I debate with myself whether or not to fill the tank before heading to work. I drove by a station selling diesel for 0.679 euro/liter and decided to fill it up – that’s the cheapest it’s been in a long time, I assume because weapons inspectors have been dispatched to Iraq and the war clock got turned back a couple minutes.

Traffic was light so I got to work early enough to write a post for Raising Hell about Gamma losing her glasses. Since then I’ve been busy, busy, busy. Work-style busy.

The novel’s making slightly more sense, Kundali Ballroom or not, mail me if you’re interested in looking at it.

Look, if you happen to be little, or old: I’m not making fun of you here.
Just this one guy.

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I was tying a knot on Saturday and ever since have been wondering about who invented the knot. That must have been a major technological breakthrough at the time.

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My name is Vikram, I’ll be your host this evening.

Vikram introduced himself to me this morning as I prepared to leave for work, and we agreed that he is going into the novel that’s currently under construction. This will of course totally change everything – character relationships, tone and even plot somewhat, although the book’s pretty much plotted out by now. Sometimes I wonder where ideas and images come from, but in this case it’s fairly clear.

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