No more porn for me…

That’s right. No sooner did I declare my perturbed state regarding pornography seekers looking for porn on my site – than they have cleaned up their act! Crikey! And I mean crikey! A random sampling of the last few days search engine requests: staten island fotos everything is illuminated staten island the commitments irish soul

Trains of our Lives (Chinese train part 2)

It occurs to me the saga of the train ride to Xian was so full of melodrama, angst, chance encounters, intrigues and things that weren’t what they seemed to be – it qualifies as a full-blown soap opera. Today’s episode, is therefore brought to you by your favourite haemorrhoid cream, the latest improvement in incontinence

Hell is other people

I’ve got to stop waxing philosophical – last week Camus and I were butting heads and this week I find myself tortured by Sartre. I don’t fancy myself conversant on either but apparently they are fascinated by me. I prefer my personal philosophy – “The One True Way.” However, despite its catchy title and obvious

6 little thoughts

Math joke: What comes before 10?  The postie. A woman’s complaint:  My sweeper is so weak it wouldn’t suck a maggot off a chop. The master penis operates the TV monitor, CD player, DVD player, radio, and surround sound.  When I hold the master penis in my hand, I am holding something borrowed. I needed

Tom Robbins in New York???

There were about three hours today when I mistakenly believed Tom Robbins was going to be hosting a 3-day writing seminar in New York at the very time I am going to be there in March. Registration is open until Tuesday. My friend Bindi, who is coming with me, sent me an email with this