Awaking from possibly disturbing, completely forgotten dreams this morning, Miguel discovered that spiders had spun webs in his hair. Shower, shampoo, blow-dry, tiny bit of gel or what his “stylist” calls “product”. Driving to work, he discovered more webs in his hair. “What the heck?” he said. But sure enough, webs. The morning light was shining brightly, still sideways as the sun rises, and as he drove in and out of the shadows cast by roadside trees the spiderwebs flashed and glinted in the sunlight. Either that or, dude, retina problems. But, no, pawing at his hair, he felt them, sort of, I mean, something that fine hard to be sure. But yeah. Spiderwebs.

That or the silkworms have gotten loose again, he thought with horror.

The Blue Merkin

Since you ask I


    If you are squeamish, don’t prod the beach rubble.

Saw that on someone’s blog yesterday, attributed to Sappho.

Losing it in translation

Speaking of translation, as you may have gathered from my posting frequency here today I am struggling with a text, not especially bad but stultifying to the extent that my consciousness is sinking like a wallet dropped into a lake, slowly, almost playfully into mud and weeds and darkness and in attempts to wake my braine up I log in here and type something, anything. Said text to be translated is supposed to be a press release, but it violates the two basic principles of press releases, which are as most of you are aware:

  1. Don’t suggest to the reader that you are an idiot, and

  2. Make reader want to come to the thing your press release is about

I’m tweaking it a little as I go to up the credibility level but it needs a total rewrite, which it’s not going to get because that would have to be approved via so many complicated channels the event in question would be over long before such approval came, or not.

So yeah, anyway. I lost the thread here.

Was that it, my nice wallet simile there?

What else. I bought grapes for lunch. You can get more grapes than you want to eat for lunch for

What kind of thinker are you?

I found this test at the Aardvark. I wish I would have taken this as a kid. I remember taking some sort of aptitude test in high school that recommended I become a train engineer.

According to this test here, I am both a linguistic (“tend to think in words, and like to use language to express complex ideas, are sensitive to the sounds and rhythms of words as well as their meanings”) and an interpersonal thinker (“Spend a lot of time thinking about and trying to understand themselves (and blogging about it), reflect on their thoughts and moods, and work to improve them (and blog about it), and you understand how your behaviour affects your relationships with others (not so sure about that one)).

The test also suggests potential career choices, some of which I actually do or have done: Journalist (check, liked it), Librarian (no, like librarians, though), Salesperson (check, hated it), Proof-reader (did it, okay job), Translator (did it, liked it), Poet (published poems, earned no money at it, liked it), Lyricist (does fiction count? Or L


My boss has classic rock cranked in his office, and I just caught myself sitting here digging it.