the rains are still tiptoeing their way through this first day of may. durian blossoms getting antsy, and so are those who tend them and wait for their odorous flesh.

i myself am tiptoeing my way through this morning - to attend to errands and subject myself to a washing?

last night's viewing of kubrick's a clockwork orange with a very young malcolm mcdowell. the kind lender tells me she is into the guy. i replied that he was relegated to nondescript roles and the occasional tv job.

the film is still horrific, 35 years after its making. prophetic of many things, including product placements, relegation of old people to the sewers and a footnote to the violence of the phallus.

after the, er, thrill of last week, quiet time. not too quiet, i hope. i get equally antsy when the only sounds i hear are of duelling lizards and the hum of the computer.