Something which I have been thinking about... Need 21.11.05 Although you crave being needed, I am not good at it, this inborn independence does not do you justice your devotion and application to me, and I feel inept in my immediate attempts at being within and for you. But you see, if nothing else, that is why I need you the most, to teach me this art, the structure of need. My errant nature inimically untied and blown by...

So yes, I should be working as I have that silly research report due on Wednesday. Truth be told it's not at all silly, but it does mean that when EVERYONE else is on vacation and one of my dearest friends is arriving back from NZ I am going to be working. Tragic! So here I am procrastinating. Anyway, enjoy the poetry some of it's ok, some of it's atrocious (as it should be, even Keats wrote badly, just see some of the lines of Ode to Psyche). Love y'all. Si Stray...

A tapestry of shoes 23.10.05 The structure of completion is a frayed collection of threads and it is the frays where severances hurt and where they retie newborn offshoots of hemp, roughed off of their own accord but tied tighter than old shoelaces burnt with selotape and holding together rubber and the soul - i am molded to you in this old shoe way scared of discard or tempted by it Polemic 23.10.05 it...

Subsequent to having studied a course in Policy Analysis in my Honours year of Economics and now having completed a development style course in Masters, something has become horribly apparent to me. This problem is that people pre-judge the discipline of Economics because of its idealism. Not only is this 'sin' committed by policy-makers external to Economics and by politicians attempting to derogate the discipline, but also members within the discipline itself. ...

On the noted need to write more... Here are some more for your personal delictations. The Journey of Jonah 29.08.05 I see these odd water creatures flowing about me, this place where I should be not. This containment seems inescapable, damaging me, my claustrophobia tightening in. But muscles move about me, thrusting me away from these acids and half-rotten bodies; and yet this place is familiar clearer, but as filled with a foreign...

It's almost been two months since I updated this. I had a few complaints about the delay. Sorry guys, I've been lecturing and concentrating on other things. Nonetheless, here they all are some of them in their glory and others in their mundanity, but still all about the joy I derive from writing.73. 28.07.05I don’t speak ‘You’.I have not been trained froman early enough age,the...