I Didn't Know Harry Secombe Was A Virgo



Zero has been replaced by Forty-Two - specifically this book. I've only got to chapter two out of 121 but it is far superior by a ration of 0 to 42. Which implies that it is infinity times better doesn't it - which is just plain silly but maybe the first book was just that bad.

I seem to be in a weird state of flipping between depression and ecstasy in a matter of seconds at the moment. Maybe depression is a bit too strong - slightly to the left of indifference is probably more accurate but the changes are notable. It is probably the result of a few late nights or all the Bombay mix I ate in one go the other day. Nothing I cannot cope with by talking it out. The first chapter of the book above is about the idea of happiness and how trying to achieve that state often just results in the opposite feeling. Popular philosophy seems to be all about happiness these days - is there nothing ethical to talk about regarding modern thought? It is of course all self-referential - anything discussing happiness always seem to refer to how looking for it makes it recede and then you are into meta-reference - talking about talking about being happy and that squares the unhappiness. By even mentioning this, am I risking a black-hole-like descent into complete melancholy - an Escher-based pit of black infinity - or am I just trying to seem 42 times cleverer than I actually am?

A top-ten puff (or more likely filler but I was actually thinking about this while in the car the other day).

Top Ten Albums

Dummy - Portishead
Stories From The City - Stories From The Sea - PJ Harvey
Kind Of Blue - Miles Davis
Katydids - Katydids
Autobahn - Kraftwerk
From Gardens Where We Feel Secure - Virginia Astley
Music For Eighteen Musicians - Steve Reich
Gala - Lush
Treasure - Cocteau Twins
Aion - Dead Can Dance

Which as you can see, makes the favourite label 4AD.

All the above is as fluid as a plasma ball let loose in the heart of a dark sun. Guilty pleasures list next week sometime. Possibly.