It was too dark to see anything at the party last night – which is a drag, because i met so many people.  we found a solution… of sorts.  hopefully the party tonight will be a bit more camera friendly.

a t shirt with a naked picture of jay dedman holding a cat goes to anyone who can name all the vloggers here 🙂

From my Twitter, 9.40 this morning: “At bus stop on Shepherds Bush Green, waiting for 2nd bus. Someone has written a whole Tennyson poem on the glass in magic marker.”

I wanted to post this video there and then, but I was late for school, and didn’t have time – so instead I cut it in my phone on the bus on the way home and whispered into my phone like a madman to record the audio 🙂

The Eagle.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls;
And like a thunderbolt, he falls.
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson

from today

I take this route to the store every day, and of course i never notice any of the things in this video.

It’s great to stop and try to see ordinary things through fresh eyes.

I’d love to see *your* trip to get milk, coffee, whatever… see what I and others would find strange about what you take for granted. Are you game, my friends?

I need to work on my starting and stopping… :-)and Oops – almost forgot to post this after making myself iller by spending too much time on a follow up. Ho hum. Thanks for all your great comments. I am so excited to have a full video response from Beth at http://abovetherug.blogspot.com/ and now I’m all fired up with interactive zeal. To be continued…