Matthew Henry John Bartlett

Last weekend man, it was massive. Just a blast, a lenten blast. Portentious, the end or beginning of something. Three parties, one feat. v.good DJs; the Newtown festival where I saw half an hour of inspiring line dancing (“here’s Nora, she’s in her eighty-third year, she’s been coming to Line Dancing for six years now and has lost fifteen kilos!”), and The Little Bushmen, Warren Maxwell’s post-Trinity Roots band, a kindler gentler Mars Volta, maybe, and Salmonella Dub like a bolt from 2002, a surreal drop-in centre of a mosh pit. And on Sunday a man said some true words in church and it was all I could do to keep from weeping.

Wikipedia on taboo deformation
John Howard Yoder on theodicy
Photoshop + ugly celebrities = pretty celebrities

People born in my year: Sophie Ellis-Bextor, Rachael Leigh Cook, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Kate Hudson, Norah Jones, Heath Ledger, Sophie Monk, P!nk.