iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing: If I Were You — Kasey Cham­bers — Bar­ri­cades & Brickwalls

I rushed home from Hong Kong to watch CNA and saw my shiny fore­head on TV for five min­utes. Wah lao!

Meow Cafe, Cause­way Bay, Hong Kong

You can­not script chirpi­ness. Some­one tell Val­u­air quick. You do not try to be chirpy in the in-your-face chirpi­ness way to some­one who obvi­ously isn’t in the mood for it at 7am in the morn­ing. You could flash a tit or two at him and his mood still wouldn’t lift.

Good morn­ing! Wow, […]

iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing: How Deep Is the Ocean — Ella Fitzger­ald — Quiet Now: Ella’s Moods

You can­not any­howly shoot an inter­view at Sun­tec City. You have to ask the man­age­ment for per­mis­sion, and then they will say no. Because cannot.

So, the pro­ducer, host and crew […]

Here I am at Sun­tec, writ­ing a fic­ti­tious entry on this here blog on this here computer.

Hello world.

It’s very hot to be sit­ting out here try­ing to work and be filmed at the same time. So this is what it feels like to be Diana Ser.

Appar­ently this episode airs next Wednes­day and repeats […]

iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing: Is You Is or Is You Ain’t My Baby? — Dinah Wash­ing­ton — Ultra-Lounge, Vol. 15: Wild Cool & Swingin’ Too

Chan­nel Newsa­sia did call back. We’re sched­uled to do an inter­view tomor­row after­noon, and I have to bring my lap­top to a cafe […]

iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing: Falling in Love Again (Can’t Help It) — Nina Simone — Anthol­ogy: The Colpix Years

So this arvo, I get a phone call from Diana Ser who says, eh, Hos­san tells me you have a blog.

I say ‘yah’, and she asks if […]

iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing: Today, Tomor­row, For­ever — Patsy Cline — Through the Eyes of Patsy Cline — An Anthol­ogy Disc One

I’m also feel­ing like this and this. How ah?

iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing: My Baby Just Cares for Me — Nina Simone — Steal­ing Beauty

The plas­tic decal hold­ing up my road tax disc peeled off by itself this after­noon because it got too soft. Noth­ing is built for this weather. Nobody is built for this weather. […]