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05/04/2006: "Attempt"

I just wanted to say it, my all-time favourite blog since I started mine in late 2003 is Olivia Fairweather's magnetic kid liv. Olivia doesn't update it often, but I can look back until 2002 for her posts (which I do). I don't check Olivia's site often. Not because updates are infrequent or because I forget to, but because every time I read it I'm blown away by its superiority. (I should admit I mean to say her blog is just so exceptional I'm a little embarrassed about my own). Even Liv's gallery (blurred pictures of her friends) is mind-blowing, the idea behind it.

So what's so great about it all? Hard to say it better than she does! But if I try to abstract, I think it's Liv's ability to describe things that happen to her and paint them up in something that moves me (and everybody else) really deep. Uh? I know, I know, but it just does. And it's something I try to do myself a little, but I get all tangled up in complicated words when I try, I change my mind about what I want to say in mid-course, so the result is confused, superficial and doesn't mean much to whoever reads it.

What I also realised is that Olivia's writing and words are so amazing that you can hardly post any comments. What do you want to say about something that's said perfectly and captures all the feelings and thoughts that can be had about something?

So Olivia's is at the same time the pefect blog that inspires me to write and the perfect blog that makes it hard to continue to blog, because frankly, I don't have anything interesting to blog about. So I think that maybe, one day, I'll be really good with my camera, shoot really exceptional pictures or films of my travels or whatever, and they'll convey something really powerful and all. But I don't really think so. First I don't travel that often. And second I'm never immersed enough to come up with more than a couple good shots. And then I have nothing to say about the shots, they're just isolated snaps of a moment that I never fully experienced or understood, giving the impression there is something special behind them. They're not Liv's cleverly articulated shots with two words that say it all so well and have me swearing at their impossible artistic prettiness coming out of nowhere.

So what should I do? Maybe I should turn this site into a publishing house, pay for Liv's writings to be printed and sold here (or given away, that'll be my value added). Or maybe I'm crazy - seeing something that isn't there... The Guardian spotted Liv though, didn't they? Who else?