The art of everyday life

The baby I've been waiting for was born yesterday, unlike the rest of us. My dear friend Paul is now an uncle! The baby is going to be amazingly loved, lucky him.

In technology news, we are getting Ipod Minis. Stuart is getting a grey one and I am getting a pink one. In six months, when I am complaining about having no money, don't remind me of this decision. I still might get an Ipod shuffle instead. We only bought our Mini Disc players a year ago, and I feel a bit guilty shelling out for something new so soon. Though it is a mini-disc.

The papers have been a bit boring this weekend. No kawaii elephant poo. Because I don't believe I'll be one of them, on ubiquitous and poor first-novelists who seem to have forgotten about the art of everyday life. Though this article does reek of something bitter. The poet, Julia Darling, died of cancer this week. She did the January exercise for the Guardian Poetry Workshop and I really enjoyed her stuff. An interesting story on Andrea Dworkin.

We're going to a hanami party tonight at the castle. The blossom life is nearly exhausted, so we'll catch it while we can.