small miracles

I am not particularly happy today, grumpy at too much People and an achy body.

But this morning I noticed a white moth on one of the silk cocoons I got in Ramnagar, and then I realised that the moth had come out of the cocoon. And another of the cocoons was rocking as its moth pushed its way out. I hadn't really believed that they would hatch.

I sat and watched them for half and hour this morning, in between reading my pirated copy of A Brief History of Time (which is made a more challenging read by numerous mispellings or swapped words - something that I find inexplicably endearing).

(i have been wasting time on the internet while i hide from india)

I was just thinking about how to put a livejournal/blog into book form, in one of my panicky moments when I realised that my on-paper-journal has largely taken second place to my on-the-net-journal (and hence may disappear into the ether at any moment). And then, look, there is already a nifty tool for doing such things.

Now that it's available, I am not actually tempted. But still, it's good to know.

Additionally:
* Oh my! Ancient clay batteries!
* Clearly our next project should be to put up a secret swing in a narrow alleyway. Clearly! (And this time, we should drink wine afterwards!)
* Are you aware that there is an entire journal about candy (or sweets, for the unamerican)?
* A corset cincher! (And some fairly impressive art.)
* Also, you could get me a shirt like this one, sometime. Though maybe a politer one, since I am a terribly nice young lass.
* The post punk kitchen - (kind of) political food? Two of my favourite things!
* Computer games for the revolution? (I am doubtful. The medium determines the message, and so on.)