Skirting the issue

Just to let you know: I will probably be merrily talking about things that have nothing to do with my personal life for a while. Mykle leaves in a day for his next six-month sojourn, and I have a policy about talking about upsetting, personal things on the internet, which is; don't do it. It's generally a bad idea. I know lot's of bloggers don't hold to this. I try to. If you care about how everything is going, write me an email and I will reply.

I must amend my earlier post about David Mitchell losing the Booker prize to John Banville. It was actually to Alan Hollinghurst, who wrote the book "The Line of Beauty", which I have not read.
This is David Mitchell:

I sense another author crush about to start. Soon crushes will take over. Having been a cheating, philadering girlfriend before, and gotten only pain out of it, I highly recommend a good strong crush on someone entirely unreachable. Notorious bad-boy chefs who write books, for example, or a gay guy who plays a handsome vampire on TV.

You can also have a crush on Paul Davis, my friend whose birthday it is today. He is smart and funny, and a hell of a writer and musician, and I am just sorry that I only REALLY became friends with him after he moved to Chicago. Damn. You can read his good words here.

And for your weird internet pleasure I give you two things I have been interested in lately:

Tattooed Animals from Andy Feehan and Wim Delvoye (mostly pigs).
Also an online database of feral children at this place. I am mainly interested in animals raising children on their own. I am disgusted and saddened by the feral children that are made so by child-abuse of epic proportions.