today.

A pudgy black Fold Away Tesco Green Bag, a silvery blue hard disk, two plastic bottles, a hazy Tate Aug/Sep booklet, a colourful Transport for London June 2009 brochure, a black umbrella, an empty tall glass, a little black mouse, several daisies dyed blue in a jar, a grey box of man-size tissues, an off-white Edinburgh International Festival 2009 tote bag that was used to carry a limited edition Scotch Whisky kindly given by Theatreworks, a transparent Snopake® Zippa Bag S with long orange zipper, a metal Ikea desk lamp with white glass lampshade, a row of miniDV tapes waiting for me, another row of miniDV tapes struggling to be seen, an open small-print Tube map, a crumpled tissue on my left, a crumpled napkin on my right, a thin white styrofoam layer I keep to protect my keyboard, a Palm™ charger hidden under a transparent something, a green plastic folder full of things under everything, the new firewire 400-to-800 adapter from iBox Jakarta and a 4-pin end of my beloved grey firewire cable, these are what I’m seeing on my cream-coloured wooden desktop today.

It’s blue-skied and sunny outside, and we were out doing small entertaining gestures taken from aikido, capoeira, judo, pair stretching and lovemaking, like frolicsome puppies, all after having a bit of very late brunch and tea. To my delight, an Ikea catalog was suddenly hand-delivered over the low fence. Thrown onto our welcome mat, sender unknown. For some reason we then imitated the Japanese. I feel uninspired to write. Looking at the very light yellowish white wall corner in front of me I feel grateful for Dan’s idea of stationing me right here. Any Which Way, a new play by David Watson, the poster boldly says in red and black over white. A thin green string stretched like a triangle peeping on top of it, hanging it onto a tiny metal nail. “Amazing,” Daily Mail commented.