six of one, half a dozen of the other...

the day starts like any other.
googlemail reports that someone called bob is following my tweets... i last tweeted 2 months ago!

i make myself another coffee, a strong one...
the american embassy has forgotten to mail me again that they are following my tweets... after my wikileaks website visit... superficial relationships... cnn has almost stopped reporting on assange... a good strategy from the amis... no coverage, no interest... or out of sight, out of mind.

the same difference.
my days are filled with self-educational efforts (assisted by the french/german tv station, arte), runs from 5 - 20-something km's... reading cootzee's 'summertime'... and 'invisible' by auster... trying to finish 'heat' by buford... keeping 3 dairies... ect. there is no place like rome...

or as coetzee says in summertime, pagina 26/27: '...an envelope of libidinous excitement.'

the social critic disguised as the genius composer of the 'merry widow'... making clear to us that morality, not unlike peace... lives in the barrel of a double barrel shotgun? whatever.
'jetzt hilft nur noch die therapie?'

oder...
flashback to assange... i realised that i am in the wrong film when i was told not to 'do it again...'when  i reported receiving a mail from the ami embassy stating that they are now following my tweets... one day after visiting wikileaks... forget it.
at the end of the day assange will sit in the states or make a 24 story exit.

i am considering a slow drive south to where there is still snow... a snowboard, warm clothing, protective pads for sensitive spots... 3 half-read books... a guitar... camera, sketchbook... cheers and wish me luck.