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Date: 21 July 2004 17:14:23
...is empty. Apart from me. Which is all rather liberating really. Previously unthought possibilities assert themselves, almost to the point of option paralysis (paralyses?). I can walk from my room to the shower without the need for a towell, I can sing along to Nick Cave, The Headhunters and obscure microbeatical stuff without incurring the wrath of flat-mates. I can rent any DVD I like without needing to bother about 'house-consensus'. But alas, my spectacular ineptitude at taking advantage of these small freedoms makes it's pretty dull. Perhaps we need to see the limits that our sociality invades us with in a more kindly light. I guess that's what 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' is all about. Things are a bit light round here. Shall put on some weight.
It's crunch day in the Tour de France. If Lance Armstrong wins the mountain time trial on Alpe D'huez today he'll more than likely win the whole tour....again. But in cycling, as life, nothing is certain. A puncture or wet manhole cover can really ruin your day, especially at 50kmph. Right, I'm off to see Farenheit 9/11. Is it unfair to compare George Bush's vision of America with a cyclist sliding along tarmac losing skin by the the square foot? Hmmm, shall ponder, I have the time for it at the mo.