I love misreading things. One of my more peculiar hobbies, I am told, although I think it is something people simply don't admit to. You have to cultivate whatever talent you have for a truly fruitful and substantial experience. And so, while reading an Alan Garner interview, the exquisite expression failed Triassic scarp. Can you imagine a more complete failure? Discredited to the very bones of the earth. Too bleeding lazy to even stand up straight, a geological slouch, a Mesozoic mess, pitiably stoical in its inadequacies. Come to think of it, maybe it collapsed, couldn't take all the environmental abuse. All it had really wanted was to be a nice safe boring plateau. And what was up with all those flying dinosaurs, anyway? If you think your life is sad, spare a thought for that towering natural edifice of crumbling hopes and dreams.
Quote of the day (not that there is such a tradition around these parts): "They wouldn't let me onstage because I'm a girl" - Kim Gordon, on turning up late for the Sonic Youth set at Coachella '07.
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