my funny german partner was just saying how in italy they're stuck on 'bella ciaou' and no new leftwing song had captured the national imagination since, while germany had some more modern hits that all the crowds know the words to.

she proceeded to sing something anthemic, and mildly kinetic, distinctly retread. i imagined it with an eurovision type midi schlock digibeat, and became briefly depressed and humourless, mumbling nonsense and giving up .

briefly, because the sun was shining, the solar water heater was reporting the happy temperature of 55 c., the donkey and stallion were softly affectionate, mellowed out by the copious fresh green grass coming up right now in the rainsoaked loamy clay, and hey! spring is spring, and comes but once a year after a long cold mountain winter.

we went out to the plant store this morning and spent an hour buying numerous vegetable starts, too many to list, though i get a pleasureable thrill thinking of each little being ready to 'stand with us' during the adventure of growing here at home, out of their perfect-conditions greenhouse into a test-through weeds, terracotta-dry weeks, potato-eating porcupines, wild grubbling feral pigs, (or maybe ivano's hybrid 300 kilo pink flubbity monster, taking a left from rooting for acorns and chestnuts in the forest), birds, ants, mice...

from experience most of them'll make it fine.

the pests, that is!

this year the solar pump is going to weave its way into the irrigation game plan. this involves either digging more frogpond reedbeds, (they are so loud and expressive this time of year it's operatic), or picking up old whiteglue 500L tanks, washing them well, and using them to store water for shady dry days,

they are a deal at E50, and i can use the digger on the tractor, but this hill is saturated with water from this last cloudy, rainy spell, and there's no way... it's like ireland right now...

it'll take two consecutive days of straight sunshine and preferably a west wind to dry off the top to a crunchy cotto, crust enough to take the weight.

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m. made us a super great thai-ish lunch, which we ate watching the new john le carre political thriller novel - oops i meant the world news!

surfing feverishly like the post 9/11, peak oil-savvy, hysteria-network junkies we are, we watched the stirring moral mass of the peaceful, normally out-of-sight, normally overbent backbone people-who-power-the- beast, without whom its gardens would be tangled jungle, hospitals dirty, straighten up, straighten up and peacefully force-focus the world media to confront the naked contradiction of its ignored, effaced identity, stripped for one day of its airbrushed-out, truman-show invisibility.

again pointing to how all this world news all the time was waking a lot of people up to using the media, and their own simple, dignified presence, to state something glaringly obvious, but possibly only by its absence...without them gratefully showing up for underpaid punishment -oops i meant work, every day, what price your supermarket produce specials then?

pondered what was so different about this demonstration, and realised there was one message that united so many people, so tired of being asked to do the jobs others think themselves above or are too weak to do, and then made to feel they're somehow less worthy of what life has to offer.

most leftwing demos are weakened by their very plurality, but then power is not such a goal for many anyway, they just want to be left to get on with their little lives, and are tired of feeling that way.

these guys in the usa right now are real low key, nor a lot of exhibitionism, the message is so simple all clutter would be superfluous...we are here - and there are billions more behind us, humbly wondering if so few could have so much power over so many for so long, without finally that one day the injustice would prick enough consciences to level the ecomomic playing field.

moving right along... to another soundbite-subset.

jugears brit homsec made to look like a right wally, obviously missed the memo on the 1000+ convicted illegal immigrants, released from jail, gaol as it used to be called, as in reading...

request to liberate into the general public, and local genepool, a goodly stock of proven moral pedigree insane asylum-seekers, instead of taking them to immigration and airports to be sent home, some rapists and murderers among them.

'what was that?   can't be serious!  ha ha ha!
someones's having me on...

very funny...well if you think that's funny, this is masterful...i'll sign it!

and people think i don't have a sense of humour!'

(some underling thinks this is a good idea, maybe all the buses are busy...) = competence in government, mole provided courtesy of chortling dave chameleon cameron...how to paralyse the thinking voter with fresh charming promises, so soon after the last ones people are still reeling from...

someone's throwing bad mojo on that falling tower of an admin, maybe wiccans doing circles, maybe bereft families of those killed by war and greed, spun as the third way.

we're up to three, are we?

almost want to make you believe in domino theory after all, the italian dear leader having finally ungripped his delusional fingernails from his wall of make-believe, just giddy days ago. madonna save him now!

let me see  -who might be next?

clutch your crucifixes, dare to believe! karmic exorcism is at hand!

writing two new pieces on the piano, one gospel funk blues, and a folkclassical, so had some fun with those.

did the ironing and almost subtly escaped getting pulled into an argument....got in touch with my unelaborated inner royally-cranky-budding tantrum throwing child...recouped a few cycles later, damage limitation kicked in and peace overtures recommenced.

took bipolar self to bath, bed and laptop.

logged on, commenced to ramble irredeemably...

electron disturbance regrettably under-cir-concised.

a little blogging is a terrible thing...

another millennial mayday, and many more to you all!

zzzzz