weekend was spent fretting a bit. how the hell do i write a proper essay without any guidelines?

visited the seat of the church of england, canterbury, to breathe some fresh air... and continue my countryside journeys... it's so lovely getting fresh air, being in quaint little town... and in this case, the people in town were so friendly. we would walk into a small church (st martin's), and this group of grannies would be done with their prayer meeting, and they just invited us in although we were more curious onlookers than anything. later on when we were in canterbury cathedral, the night's opera was in rehearsal, and they really did bring out the essence of the old testament for what it was.

sunday morning was spent in the library and marvelling at a clear sky. had to go there on a weekend! because it's much quieter, it's much easier for getting services for fetches and off-prints... also fulfilled my long-standing desire to visit camden. god they have gorgeous markets, set beside the series of canals at camden lock... it's edgy, there are all these stalls with the reggae and the music... and these goth specialty stores, leather jackets... paraphernelia to smoke your stuff with (and the stuff you smoke), cheap world food (carribean, french, what not). a lovely big park in walking distance, the london zoo. 4 for a quid breakfast pastries! and cheap hot food. mmm.

i think writing letters to my parents has changed a bit of my blogging style. oh well, sometimes you just have to let thoughts slide. this is this week's song.

Bob Dylan - Shelter from the Storm

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."