Mr Mascellani's Musings

On My Desk

On my big old chunky clunky desk I have my computer stuff: PC, monitor ( a Gumby stands on top of the monitor) , keyboard, (Under the keyboard is a ‘Asterix the Gaul ’ place mat which printer, mouse, modem, subwoofer, speakers. There’s a drinking glass, A 60 watt reflector light globe, vitamins, deodorant, an unused sachet of Asian Thai Red Curry Instant Soup Mix (use by date 2/12/03):(Ingredients when reconstituted: wheat, egg, milk and seafood (prawn) as indicated in bold type. Noodles (wheat semolina, whole eggs, turmeric salt) vegetables (tomatoes, onions, snow peas, red capsicums), potato starch, sugar, salt, beverage whitener, (glucose syrup solids, milk protein, mineral salts (339,450), emulsifiers (471,472 (c)), chicken, prawn extract, coriander leaf, paprika, flavour enhancer (621), vegetable oil, flavour (contains wheat, milk solids), maltodextrin (from maize), garlic extract, cumin, yeast extract.)

Hmmmmmmmm, flavooour enhaaancher 621!

Three CDs:

CD 1: Dean Martin: Everybody Love Some Body 20 Golden Greats

"Everybody loves somebody sometime,
Everybody falls in love somehow
Something in your kiss just told me
my sometime is now.

Everybody finds somebody someplace
There's no telling where love may appear.
Something in my heart keeps saying
my someplace is here.

If I had it in my power
I would arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour
every boy would find what I found in your arms.

Everybody loves somebody sometime
and although my dreams were so overdue
your love made it well worth waiting for.
For someone like you."

(Everybody loves somebody is written by Ken Lane (music) and Irving Taylor (words). -

CD 2: The Brian Setzer Orchestra: The Dirty Boogie.

CD 3: Devil’s Children: Hellacious Sixties Punk Rarities (copy 389/500)

Fav tracks:
The Allusions. - I Gotta Move a wild feedback infested track.
The Flies- - Tell Her That I agree with the liner notes, “ this is superb moody beat”
The Throb- Black. Jangly, atmospheric, gritty, grimy, and cool. They look like heathens.
Toni McCann with the Blue Jays No- once again I agree with the liner notes: “Hard to believe
That (raunchy) voice emanates from a fifteen year old girl.” A ravin r&b number.

A packet of cigarettes (Your smoking can harm others. Government health warning.

Five books

Book 1:The Wide Window by Lemony Snickett:

“Toi!” Sunny shrieked. The youngest Baudelaire was only an infant, and like many infants, she spoke mostly in words that were tricky to understand. By “Toi!” she probably meant, “ I have never eaten a peppermint because I suspect that I, like my siblings, am allergic to them.”)

Book 2: Marcovaldo by Italo Calvino

The joys of that round and flat vessel, or lunch-box, known as the “pietanziera, consist first of all in its having a screw-on top. The action of unscrewing the cover already makes your mouth water, especially if you don’t know what is inside…

Book 3:Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Night Of The Living Rerun by Arthur Byron Cover
Buffy became pensive. “You know, if you put together the changing social and political of the colony with the people’s view of a world where the devil and his demons were actively conspiring against them-then the Salem Witch Trials were almost inevitable…

Book 4: Black Venus by Angela Carter
Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season. In America, they call it ‘the Fall’, bringing to mind the Fall of Man, as if the fatal drama of the primal fruit-theft must recur again and again, with cyclic regularity, at the same time of every year that schoolboys set out to rob orchards, invoking, in the most everyday image, any child, every child, who offered the choice between virtue and knowledge, will always choose knowledge, always the hard way.

I will tell you what Jeanne was like.
She was like a piano where everyone has had their hands cut off.

This is a story in simple, geometric shapes and the bold colours of a child’s box of crayons.

Book 5: A New Path To The Waterfall by Raymond Carver

Sunday Night
Make use of the things around you.
This light rain
Outside the window, for one.
This cigarette between my fingers,
These feet on the couch.
The faint sound of rock-and roll,
The red Ferrari in my head.
The woman bumping
Drunkenly around in the kitchen…
Put it all in
Make use.

There is also a glass coffee jar which is a little more than half-filled with coins, a set of keys to a house that I lived in five years ago, a bottle of Fanta, a pile of papers: receipts for bills that have been paid, bills that have to be paid, writing fragments, ideas, rough drafts, things that I’ve downloaded then printed off- stories, poems, articles, essays etc from ezines and various sites, a clock radio which is jet black with a bright red led display, the radio sounds like crap, And 2002 astrology guide book which I’m going to throw away.