I did an assembly this morning for the year 5/6 class at Penicuik High School about the mistaken belief that 'life should be fair'.

Then I read this in the Times this morning:

It’s bad enough being swindled out of $5 million (£2.5 million) by your former manager. But when your manager is also a one-time lover who robbed you of your retirement fund during the five years you spent at a Buddhist retreat, you could be forgiven for believing the Zen teaching that all life is suffering. Leonard Cohen, 71, is now virtually penniless after the apparently impossible-to-undo swindle by Kelley Lynch, and he has no choice but to get out on the road to perform concerts and — worse of all for the reclusive, principled Canadian — attend awards ceremonies and similar industry events. “It’s enough to put a dent in one’s mood,” Cohen says.


On a coincidental note, Leonard Cohen is listed as one of the musicians (Jew's Harp) in the credits of the following short film presented to the Toronto Film Festival.

On the way to West Linton this morning - Icelandic horses and buttercups.

From the Globe and Mail

RCMP in Campbell River on Vancouver Island said a local woman strolling a beach found an Adidas sneaker this morning, containing what appears to be a man's foot.

“It's certainly suspicious,” Sergeant Mike Tresoor said in an interview.

It's a lovely album. I hadn't listened to it for a decade but I came across it as I was loading the disk collection to iTunes this afternoon. My question is, though:

who comes up with the conception for album covers?

You want to add a little white balloon over Benjamin Luxon's head which reads

"I appear to have gotten lost on my way to the studio. Can you help me?"

or perhaps:

"I intend to continue being a damned fine British baritone the moment I've gotten my limit of ducks"