NORTHERN PLANNER

Once opon a time I used to swim competitively and I thought I was pretty good. One summer I was in America and this smug kid from Wisconsin not only beat me without really drawing much breath, he had time to wave.

It reminds me of then story of Mozart and Salieri. Salieri was a very good composer but he wassimply in awe of Mozart. He also despised him and his foul mouthed, feckless, infantile behaviour. It seemed a cruel joke that Mozart was the genius, while he was just very good. Espescially when only someone as good as Salieri could grasp the full extent of Mozart’s greatness-ergo be so savagely wounded by it.

So when I took at look at Helen’s Comfortable Disorientation blog I began to wonder why I even bother posting. Take this post for example about the lack of love letters men write. Not only did it spur me to write one for Mrs Hovells, it made me think of all the things I take for granted. Many blogs make you think, not many make you think about your own life.

I bet she’s really nice to meet too. Damn.