Keep talking, keep listening. I just attended a symposium. The brain data was more or less familiar to me, but the therapy research was impressive. A technique called melodic intonation therapy. Helps them start recovering speech by asking them to.

Rage Against the Machine and other Pleasant Stuff of that Sort. I am one of those melodramatic fools. Aka Dude, Wheres my Money? Aka The Lord of the Rings. Aka The Noble and Most Ancient House of BASTARDS. Aka Life, the Universe, and Everything. I Know that this is not GoodBye.

All what jazz, I say. Music is Truth, and Truth Music, after all. I am going to stop blogging for a while. Maybe until the beginning of 2008. I just saw a documentary about Joe Strummer called. I am not dropping out of co.

And returns ever so often. Thursday, October 19, 2006. Drinking tea in Jharkhand is a strangely therapeutic experience. It is, I have realised, my way of getting the bad karma out of my system. Like calamine lotion on a seven-year itch, like lemon juice after a shot of Rasputin vodka - it soothes, it calms the nerves. One lump or two? Someday I will have a receding hairline. Someday I will wear pajamas in the day time.