[Listens to crickets chirp]

Please don't think I've been rude, there's just been nothing to say. What is there to say, apart from I have a new MP3 player, but I don't trust it. As Anneli says, the things you own end up owning you.

And it's rained and it's rained.

Haven't read much for a while, a bit of Burroughs on Saturday is about all. Preparation for something I have no doubt.

Which reminds me of the William Burroughs cutup machine, one of the first Web sites I ever saw, back in the good old world of 1995. I wonder if it's still online?

It is indeed.

From when the Web and I was young or younger. There was a Palace Brothers discussion list as well, from whence the title. I used to get drunk in the afternoon and then read John Cage books in the university library, and Sylvia Plath, and look at Palace Brothers emails, and Eric Cantona Web sites.

Funny the things you like in your teens, how they morph and sustain into your late twenties. Off to see the Magnetic Fields in Edinburgh tomorrow. Very indie, the kind of thing I loved when I was seventeen became the kind of thing I hated when I was twenty-one, and now I'm sitting here holding maybe 40% of my record collection in my hand.

Is it really nostalgia or something more innocent?