This fisherman has come in from the cold. It’s so frigid outside there’s no point in dangling
bait through a hole in the ice. The fish are frozen, too. But it’s not much warmer indoors, and
there’s even the risk of an energy blackout here in the Northeast.
If the electricity stays on, I may warm myself by the heat of London call girl Belle de Jour’s
weblog, and frankly I don’t care whether she’s really Martin
Amis in drag. I’ve been enjoying
her recent postings about her favorite sexual kinks,
her fondness for anal sex
and her first real date since
becoming a call girl. You might enjoy them. She’s very entertaining, even if her French is lousy.
And she sets a standard of sexual candor that “The L
Word” is unlikely to match in its premiere Sunday night.
If Belle is too lowbrow for you, try The Talk bulletin board at the Guardian. It’s brimming
with hot topics like the Parthenon marbles — should they be returned to Greece in time for Athens
2004 Olympics? and Is John Cage having a laugh? If that’s too highbrow,
try popping some bubble wrap.
