side romp

as i'm being buried alive in a domestic landfill, i have made an excruciating decision to curtail my paper haul. before the advent of the web, i was an avid collector of broadsheets and mags. invigorating feature stories never failed to fill my day with phrenic vigor. a few folios with fascinating dissections of the current issues of the day were collated in a corner. eventually the jumble caught up with my very limited living space and i had to resort to pasting clippings in a drawing book. these days despite the internet, i still pile up the mags and the same problems continue to exist. but i no longer have the zest for scrapbooking. but with the presence of techie gadgets, i'll find a way somehow not to make as much mess as possible.

beauty mags are a different matter. unless my favorite slebs are on the cover, i hardly give them a glance in the supermarket or bookstore aisles. it's not like i hover in the soup of kathy griffin or drool on photos of a recent social swirl. a few hours ago, i had the pathetic task of anatomizing the list of london's best dressed. a few of them live across the pond and merely happened to be brit. while some non-residents purely visit the uk for days on end before hopping unto their private jets for yet another event in another american or european city, simply delineating the lifestyle of the utterly rich and privileged.

but for those forever struggling to earn their keep, there is this page, for a light read. nothing 's more practical than the charades of the down to earth.