I'm looking in the mirror and I have a dog's head. It's a small dog, rather well-groomed, with a bear-like snub nose and golden-brown hair. I have to go somewhere, see an art exhibition in rural Turkey, catch a train to the mountains... Oh, wait, that was a dream. I've woken up. I don't feel so great in the mornings -- a bit stiff. I'll be fine
(
Read more... )
Comments 59
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
You might even regret your decision to stop the blog on Wednesday. But whatever happens, please never make a comeback in some years!!
I personally never liked the idea of a comeback, never in music and especially in sports - what about blogging I ask myself - would I restart following your blog when you would decide to reopen it in lets say 3 years - I hope I would not click through your opera at that time - there is always an end to certain things.
Nevertheless thanks for the last couple of years,
W.
Reply
Reply
( ... )
Reply
(this) your blog, was an unexpected pleasure.
while i shall miss your long form; i'll tune into your smaller peeps.
you know, to make you're humming along just fine and such...
happy 50th
Reply
Looking forward to meeting you in Osaka if you move there!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment