So Iff the water genie told Haroun about the Ocean of the Stream of Stories, and even though he was full of a sense of hopelessness and failure the magic of the Ocean began to have an effect on Haroun. He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different colour, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity; and Iff explained that these were the Streams of Story, that each coloured strand represented and contained a single tale. Different parts of the Ocean contained different sorts of stories, and as all the stories that had ever been told and many that were still in the process of being invented could be found here, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was in fact the biggest library in the universe. And because the stories were held here in fluid form, they retained the ability to change, to become new versions of themselves, to join up with other stories and so become yet other stories; so that unlike a library of books, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was much more than a storeroom of yarns. It was not dead, but alive.

"And if you are very, very careful, or very, very highly skilled, you can dip a cup into the Ocean," Iff told Haroun, "like so," and here he produced a little golden cup from another of his waistcoat pockets, "and you can fill it with water from a single, pure Stream of Story, like so," as he did precisely that.

- Haroun and The Sea of Stories, Salman Rushdie

Wonder if I'll get retrenched and unable to find a job, like this guy. 43, out of a job for two years, unable to find anything with even $2k.

Saturday... looks like it's going to be a lazy one. Cough is fading so hope it's gone by Sunday. Going down to take a look at
this. Might get the Jim Morrison.

Found out that the Singapore office of my previous company is closing down end of next month. How quickly the dotcom bubble crumbles...

Resfest is a short film fest highlighting stuff like music videos, short films, and even... opening credits. I guess they've become an art form after Se7ven.

Throat just feels like someone stuck pins in it. Hope it just fades away tonight...

Bloody light spoilt so yet another thing to fix in the house. Hope I manage to buy one from the hardware store. Typing in darkness now. Looks like I'll have to go back to the good old living room for entertainment.

The list of songs banned from airplay by Clear Channel, which accounts for a majority of US radio transmission. Included in the list is John Lennon's Imagine, Savage Garden's Crash and Burn and all Rage Against The Machine songs.

Another $60 to renew my driving license for three years. Not that I've driven much since using the van at Ad Idem, the video production house I used to work at...

Down with a bloody cough and slight flu today. Tons of work to do as well. Sheesh...

The girl who blogs here just broke off with her bf, and speaks some truths about the end of relationships.

Man it is warm out there. Borrowed Anthropology and a hundred other stories by Dan Rhodes. Can't say I like it that much. It's like short stories for the MTV generation. Is our attention span so short? The stories are like wine-tasting; you test, but you never imbibe.