Spoons, splendid spoons.

I collect spoons. A generic thing to collect, you may say. I care naught. They are beautiful and shiny and good for soup and digging small holes. So i have all these souvenirs from places ive never seen: Venice, Scotland, Penguin Islands, Sweden, Hong Kong.... and then something occured to me, and i like to call it Reverse Souveniring. You probably already have the gist, but ill give it to you twice, cause i love you. See, i will go to the destinations prescribed by my spoons, which generally i pick up for 50cents at Second Chance stores, and then when i get there i will give the spoon to... well... anyone really. Or maybe i could just spoon them. I haven't thought that far ahead. Stop nagging me. Can you spot the King Henry VII spoon? And the bagpipes? Told you, spoons are splendid.

Another thing that i am burstin' about at the moment in Jonsi's Birgisson's (of Sigur Ros) new solo sounds. Sharing time: http://soundcloud.com/jonsi/jonsi-on-wnyc-soundcheck