15th July 2001 - 5:43 a.m.

This morning I woke up and had a great idea...........but now I've forgotten it. Don’t you just hate it when that happens? You wake up in the morning with a great idea that might change the history of the universe, and then you can't remember it? Damn, already. Well, well. Such is life. So is das leben, as they would say in Germany.

Last winter I bought a bag of seeds to feed the birds. You know, when there's ten inches of snow it's not a whole bag o' fun to go nipping for seeds. So I bought a bag of seeds for canary-birds. You know canary-birds, don’t you? You must do; small colourful birds that we keep in small cages to help us feel less lonely, or bring us closer to nature, or... whatever, I don’t know.

Anyway, I still have some seeds left in the bag, and now that it's summer and everything, I thought Id just nozzle them around the garden and see what happens. After all, they are seeds, so something must grow. Unless they are artificial seeds. Should hardly think so. We´ll find out next spring, and I´ll let you know for sure.

I listen to Keith Jarrett's solo concert from Bregentz, 81. Some moments in time, the big dipper chose to go down and spread a little magic dust over us lost souls, as he has done through Keith Jarrett on and off for some years now (mostly off). And it is at those moments that you can see the difference. Either it's wrong, or it's right. In music, as in politics. There's only one way; the right way.

Take responsibility, and learn the beauty of politics. Then make your mind up.

TiFireBirgerOver.

Time is a thief.