Jason posted some interesting stuff today about Esperanto. It’s a language invented more than a hundred years ago, and it was supposed to be a universal worldwide “second language” so that we could all communicate. Sadly, it continues to have only about 2 million speakers. I’ve been fascinated by the concept for years, though. So romantic, that we should all be able to transcend our differences and compromise and all learn something new. In reality, the world’s second language is English, the language of commerce, power, empire. When I finally publish (web, book, whatever) that first collection of poetry, I’m calling it “esperanto.” It’s such a lonely but noble idea.

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From yesterday, I’ve decided that I need one more disc, so I’m changing my mind about counting Stevie Wonder as two discs. After all, it was all written, composed, and released as one work, right?? I’m desperate to add one more disc (even though the whole list will probably change next week!). The addition is:

  • PJ Harvey-Dry

Desert Island Discs

I was thinking this weekend about the concept of my Desert Island Discs. You know, assuming you had a Discman with a case of batteries or something, which CDs would you take with you to a desert island? And I’m not talking about which discs you “should” take, what other people think are classic records, but which ones you listen to a lot and couldn’t live without. Limit yourself to 10, and no Greatest Hits collections allowed. Here are mine. In no particular order:

  • Pixies-Doolittle
  • Pixies-Surfer Rosa
  • The The-Soul Mining
  • Bowie-Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
  • Rheostatics-Whale Music
  • Spoon-Telephono
  • The Wedding Present-George Best
  • The Waterboys-This is the Sea
  • Stevie Wonder-Songs in the Key of Life (I guess this counts as two because it’s two discs)

What are yours?


My idea for a summer blockbuster film (or a comic book). The Ex-Men. A bunch of post-operative transsexuals who are too busy sitting around discussing shoes to fight crime. Well, anyway, you see why I’m not living large in Hollywood.