tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post115044875509360053..comments2023-12-19T14:27:26.711-08:00Comments on pogo a go-go: At Home He Feels Like A TouristFiLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744819120424789247noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1155397141020564452006-08-12T08:39:00.000-07:002006-08-12T08:39:00.000-07:00YES! GANG OF FOUR! i love "at home he's a tourist"...YES! GANG OF FOUR! <BR/><BR/>i love "at home he's a tourist". love love love that song.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150710112328298492006-06-19T02:41:00.000-07:002006-06-19T02:41:00.000-07:00Hi Ash! Lovely to hear from you. And coincidenta...Hi Ash! Lovely to hear from you. And coincidentally on the same day as I added you to my blogroll.<BR/><BR/>Thanks so much for the kind words. I'm glad you like it here - I certainly enjoy my visits round your way. You're most welcome to drop by anytime you fancy!<BR/><BR/>And indeed, wouldn't it be so much easier if the reasons were obvious...???<BR/><BR/>And now, sleep...<BR/><BR/>FiLFiLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06744819120424789247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150699263411301102006-06-18T23:41:00.000-07:002006-06-18T23:41:00.000-07:00Hi FiL,From seeing your comments at Colin's and on...Hi FiL,<BR/><BR/>From seeing your comments at Colin's and on my photoblog, not to mention the one you left on my deathblog...I've been telling myself for over a week now, Go. Read FiL's blog. See what he's all about...<BR/><BR/>And I love it. <BR/><BR/>Your writing is wonderful! <BR/><BR/>The picture on this entry? It's killing me in the best possible way.<BR/><BR/>As for home: I don't know...I can see why it's an issue for you. <BR/><BR/>I've lived in the same town my entire life, and I don't feel its my home...see? I have no reason. <BR/><BR/>I just feel misplaced. <BR/><BR/>...<BR/><BR/>Really, truly like it here. The background is oceanic and your writing, as I said, is great.<BR/><BR/>Happy Monday,<BR/>~ AshA. B. Chairiethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02357213925242731797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150695913409497452006-06-18T22:45:00.000-07:002006-06-18T22:45:00.000-07:00My Dear Coxon, sometimes in hangover comes great i...My Dear Coxon, sometimes in hangover comes great insight. Indeed, I do subscribe to the "people as home" view. However, many of those folks upon which the foundations of my home rests are distant and scattered. Sigh.<BR/><BR/>I spent the first four years of my English sojourn in the city of Cambridge. The remainder I spent in Greater London, though during one of those years I lived a strange, bifurcated life between London and Leeds. I tell you, arriving at Leeds Train Station at 11:30 on a Friday night is NOT pleasant...<BR/><BR/>And Colin, I do agree: it is about connecting. But I'd add that it's also about dealing with and accepting changes to those attachments.<BR/><BR/>If I hear Deacon Blue are looking for a songwiter, I'll most certainly let you know (though methinks they're beneath you) ;)<BR/><BR/>FiLFiLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06744819120424789247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150545974819282142006-06-17T05:06:00.000-07:002006-06-17T05:06:00.000-07:00Home is the people you're with, not the place you ...Home is the people you're with, not the place you are, so maybe you're searching for somewhere you've already found.<BR/><BR/>I dunno, I'm attempting to be deep and profound, but am actully hungover and unable to think clearly.<BR/><BR/>Anyway I digress, I meant to ask, where on this great Isle I call home did you find yourself for 15 years?coxon le woofhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08092194535403491529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150486147009492452006-06-16T12:29:00.000-07:002006-06-16T12:29:00.000-07:00Oooh! Pale Saints! "Cathedral of sound"! Take me b...Oooh! Pale Saints! "Cathedral of sound"! Take me back to those gauzy, shimmery days of yore when boys were pretty and shy and girls created hurricanes with their guitars.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150483776544959332006-06-16T11:49:00.000-07:002006-06-16T11:49:00.000-07:00No, no diplomats in my family. I'm just a mongrel...No, no diplomats in my family. I'm just a mongreloid.<BR/><BR/>Indeed, it does seem rather karmic now that you point it out...<BR/><BR/>FiLFiLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06744819120424789247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25690029.post-1150478500977075472006-06-16T10:21:00.000-07:002006-06-16T10:21:00.000-07:00That explains it. Your writing seems very British,...That explains it. Your writing seems very British, right down to the spelling, yet you talked about your NYC background. Diplomatic family, then? None of my business, of course.<BR/><BR/>How appropriate that you have come to Canada, a country that never seems to feel comfortable with notions of nationalism. And you've picked Vancouver, a city that on film usually poses as other cities! <BR/><BR/>It's pure karma, baby! ;-)Mentokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07011803235817936664noreply@blogger.com