Friday, May 30, 2003
Friday Five:
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
- Being luvvely
2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
- If it won't kill you, it'll make you stronger
3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
- That I'm still not smoking
4. What about the past ten years?
- That I'm still reasonably sane
5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
- Don't worry about what other people think and don't make unnecessary assumptions
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
- Being luvvely
2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
- If it won't kill you, it'll make you stronger
3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
- That I'm still not smoking
4. What about the past ten years?
- That I'm still reasonably sane
5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
- Don't worry about what other people think and don't make unnecessary assumptions
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
The mother-ship has called me home.
I'll be in Denmark for the next three weeks, so if you fancy a coffee, let me know.
(GMTV this morning:
Q: -"How would you like to wake up with Keith Chegwin on your doorstep?"
C: *Shutters*, *hides*)
I'll be in Denmark for the next three weeks, so if you fancy a coffee, let me know.
(GMTV this morning:
Q: -"How would you like to wake up with Keith Chegwin on your doorstep?"
C: *Shutters*, *hides*)
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
From Word:
IT STARTED ON THE ROCKING VICAR'S web-site when Ronald Hackston came up with the idea of a TV series called Tom Waits, in which the gravelly-voiced bohemian songsmith was involved in a series of Godot-like situations which varied from week to week (...) involving him in a dentists waiting room or at home waiting for a plumber.
Other suggestions include:
Bill Withers - "A slow-mo art film showing the gradual shrinkage of a soul singer's post-tumescent member."
Britney Spears - "In which the teen superstar runs amok in a mall with a javelin."
Mike Peters - "Series starring former Alarm singer which starts off quite well and then becomes a bit dull."
Ryan Giggs - "Tuesday, Retford Porrterhouse; Wednesday, Sheffield Limit Club; Thursday, Nottingham Boat Club..."
Kathy Bates - "Watch as the statuesque Oscar-winning actress insults and antagonizes total strangers in the street."
It may be purile, but it's really, really funny.
IT STARTED ON THE ROCKING VICAR'S web-site when Ronald Hackston came up with the idea of a TV series called Tom Waits, in which the gravelly-voiced bohemian songsmith was involved in a series of Godot-like situations which varied from week to week (...) involving him in a dentists waiting room or at home waiting for a plumber.
Other suggestions include:
Bill Withers - "A slow-mo art film showing the gradual shrinkage of a soul singer's post-tumescent member."
Britney Spears - "In which the teen superstar runs amok in a mall with a javelin."
Mike Peters - "Series starring former Alarm singer which starts off quite well and then becomes a bit dull."
Ryan Giggs - "Tuesday, Retford Porrterhouse; Wednesday, Sheffield Limit Club; Thursday, Nottingham Boat Club..."
Kathy Bates - "Watch as the statuesque Oscar-winning actress insults and antagonizes total strangers in the street."
It may be purile, but it's really, really funny.
A topical quiz -
You are Morpheus, from "The Matrix." You
have strong faith in yourself and those around
you. A true leader, you are relentless in your
persuit.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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You are Morpheus, from "The Matrix." You
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Monday, May 26, 2003
Someone suggested that I sell my mother on ebay.
Not because I don't like my mother, but we need money and all things Scandinavian seem to be quite in demand at the moment.
FOR SALE:
One Danish mother. Middle-aged, but in good condition. Only slightly used.
Price negotiable. Buyer must be able to pick up item in Denmark.
Item suffers from hayfever and nut-allergy. Loves animals. Does not like loud music.
Most suitable for surburban life.
Not because I don't like my mother, but we need money and all things Scandinavian seem to be quite in demand at the moment.
FOR SALE:
One Danish mother. Middle-aged, but in good condition. Only slightly used.
Price negotiable. Buyer must be able to pick up item in Denmark.
Item suffers from hayfever and nut-allergy. Loves animals. Does not like loud music.
Most suitable for surburban life.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
I'm gutted.
Friday 30th May the Victoria & Albert Museum is presenting Fashion in Motion with Jean Paul Gaultier. And I can't go. I'm not going to be around - I'm not even in the country - and then they have arranged the event I have dreamed of in ages.
And Turkey won and England lost...amid conspiracy-theories and bad excuses lingers the truth: that Jemini or whatever they were called really, really couldn't sing. Among a group of out-of-tune amateurs, they were the worst.
Mr s. got almost excited when Beerland nearly won, but only almost. He's not that fond of kitch. Didn't even like the light switch-cover I brought home yesterday.
Friday 30th May the Victoria & Albert Museum is presenting Fashion in Motion with Jean Paul Gaultier. And I can't go. I'm not going to be around - I'm not even in the country - and then they have arranged the event I have dreamed of in ages.
And Turkey won and England lost...amid conspiracy-theories and bad excuses lingers the truth: that Jemini or whatever they were called really, really couldn't sing. Among a group of out-of-tune amateurs, they were the worst.
Mr s. got almost excited when Beerland nearly won, but only almost. He's not that fond of kitch. Didn't even like the light switch-cover I brought home yesterday.
Saturday, May 24, 2003
And then they started playing Twister.
I, as an alien in England, am not really familiar with the concept. I have seen it played in films, but it was the first time I was in the presence of a proper game.
It wasn't dangerous.
It wasn't even subversive.
But it's weird.
First of all, the rules:
1. Spread the mat faceup on a flat surface, indoors or outdoors.
2. Players take off their shoes and set them aside. If you're playing outdoors, you may want to anchor the mat corners with your shoes.
3. Designate an extra person as the referee. The referee is not considered a player; during the game, the referee will spin the spinner, call out the moves, and monitor the game play.
4. Position yourselves on the mat.
So far so good. And then:
The referee spins the spinner, then calls out the body part and the color that the arrow points to. For example, the referee may call out: "Right hand, red." All players, at the same time, must then try to follow the referee's directions.
Imagine, if you will, three soon-to-be-ex-university students sprawled onto the floor according to the rules above, trying to reeeeach. In my opinion, the popularity of this game is due to either:
a) the physicality of it all: it is an acceptable excuse for groping
b) the voyeuristic opportunities it presents for the viewer: girls in skirts who play Twister cannot help but exposing themselves
or
c) that it presents the opportunity for people to laugh themselves silly over the stupidity of each other's positions.
I choose to believe c), of course. Another good thing about Twister is that one can easily break wind and blame it on someone else, I guess.
Torsten Silke's Twister Pages explores the subject of Twister in depth, so have a look before your next student party!
Otherwise Mike has a pretty accurate description of the evening:
The couple on the sofa saved my retinas by moving into the bathroom and fucking in the sink. One of them may have thrown up afterwards. All they left was a half bottle of wine and a single garden pea.
Students! I'm gonna miss you guys.
I, as an alien in England, am not really familiar with the concept. I have seen it played in films, but it was the first time I was in the presence of a proper game.
It wasn't dangerous.
It wasn't even subversive.
But it's weird.
First of all, the rules:
1. Spread the mat faceup on a flat surface, indoors or outdoors.
2. Players take off their shoes and set them aside. If you're playing outdoors, you may want to anchor the mat corners with your shoes.
3. Designate an extra person as the referee. The referee is not considered a player; during the game, the referee will spin the spinner, call out the moves, and monitor the game play.
4. Position yourselves on the mat.
So far so good. And then:
The referee spins the spinner, then calls out the body part and the color that the arrow points to. For example, the referee may call out: "Right hand, red." All players, at the same time, must then try to follow the referee's directions.
Imagine, if you will, three soon-to-be-ex-university students sprawled onto the floor according to the rules above, trying to reeeeach. In my opinion, the popularity of this game is due to either:
a) the physicality of it all: it is an acceptable excuse for groping
b) the voyeuristic opportunities it presents for the viewer: girls in skirts who play Twister cannot help but exposing themselves
or
c) that it presents the opportunity for people to laugh themselves silly over the stupidity of each other's positions.
I choose to believe c), of course. Another good thing about Twister is that one can easily break wind and blame it on someone else, I guess.
Torsten Silke's Twister Pages explores the subject of Twister in depth, so have a look before your next student party!
Otherwise Mike has a pretty accurate description of the evening:
The couple on the sofa saved my retinas by moving into the bathroom and fucking in the sink. One of them may have thrown up afterwards. All they left was a half bottle of wine and a single garden pea.
Students! I'm gonna miss you guys.
Friday, May 23, 2003
I am now officially unemployed. I am also completely exhausted, due to lack of sleep over the last, oh, say, two-three months. I will be rolling into bed in a minute, but I need something to calm me down. Hey! I know! Friday Five!
*Slaps self for being annoying*
1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
- At the moment Aquafresh or whatever it's called. It's cheap. And it foams. Which, to me, is very important in a toothpaste.
2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
- The one with the puppy. I like puppies. I'm not very fussy about my bogrolls.
3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
- Oooh, but where do I begin? I love second-hand shoes, mainly because it's possible to find so many different styles. I looove Miu Miu and Fornarina. And Red or Dead. Most of my shoes are pretty uncomfortable...in winter I am generally a boots-person. And in summer: flip-flops. I am not very brand-loyal.
4. What brand of soda do you drink?
- Coca-cola! Not as sweet as Pepsi. And have you ever tried the Danish 'Jolly Cola'? It's fun, but it'll turn you into a sugar-crazed maniac in a minute. And I love all sorts of bitter/icy lemony-things. And Sprite.
5. What brand of gum do you chew?
- Don't chew gum. When I was I smoker (...you're either a smoker or you're not. I haven't smoked for three years *almost* and I still consider myself a smoker...) I'd never have gum, 'cause gum and cigarettes don't mix. These days I only chew when my boyfriend begs me to.
*Slaps self for being annoying*
1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
- At the moment Aquafresh or whatever it's called. It's cheap. And it foams. Which, to me, is very important in a toothpaste.
2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
- The one with the puppy. I like puppies. I'm not very fussy about my bogrolls.
3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
- Oooh, but where do I begin? I love second-hand shoes, mainly because it's possible to find so many different styles. I looove Miu Miu and Fornarina. And Red or Dead. Most of my shoes are pretty uncomfortable...in winter I am generally a boots-person. And in summer: flip-flops. I am not very brand-loyal.
4. What brand of soda do you drink?
- Coca-cola! Not as sweet as Pepsi. And have you ever tried the Danish 'Jolly Cola'? It's fun, but it'll turn you into a sugar-crazed maniac in a minute. And I love all sorts of bitter/icy lemony-things. And Sprite.
5. What brand of gum do you chew?
- Don't chew gum. When I was I smoker (...you're either a smoker or you're not. I haven't smoked for three years *almost* and I still consider myself a smoker...) I'd never have gum, 'cause gum and cigarettes don't mix. These days I only chew when my boyfriend begs me to.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
steps.
steps.
steps.
whisper.
- Where is Charlotte?
- Haven't you heard?
- What?
- Her mouth is being washed with soap as we speak.
- Really???
- Yeah, they came and took her away 10 minutes ago. Too much swearing.
- Oooh. Well, I guess it has been bad lately.
- It has. Lot of effing and whatnot. Complaints, I hear.
- Oops, here comes the guard.
- Look innocent, *whistles*
- Move along folks! Nothing to see here!
steps.
steps.
steps.
steps.
steps.
whisper.
- Where is Charlotte?
- Haven't you heard?
- What?
- Her mouth is being washed with soap as we speak.
- Really???
- Yeah, they came and took her away 10 minutes ago. Too much swearing.
- Oooh. Well, I guess it has been bad lately.
- It has. Lot of effing and whatnot. Complaints, I hear.
- Oops, here comes the guard.
- Look innocent, *whistles*
- Move along folks! Nothing to see here!
steps.
steps.
steps.
I found these on BertramOnline:
Cowardly German Chocolate
Irrelevant Belgian Chocolate
Dutch (Reagan) Chocolate
Donald Rum Raisin
US Army Tank Crunch
US Navy Battle-Chip
US Air Force Over-The-Rainbow Sherbet
US Marine Tough Cookies & Cream
School Prayerleens & Crème
Gun Nut
'Q. Is Star Spangled Ice Cream for real, or is this website just a practical joke?
A. Star Spangled Ice Cream is for real even though some people may think our flavor names are over the top. And not only real, but really, really delicious. Star Spangled is a private label brand made under the supervision of an experienced, Baltimore-based producer of high-end gourmet ice cream.'
And then American critics get upset with a Lars Von Trier-film?!
It reminds me of that pizza-bloke from Fanø, a minuscule Danish island, who decided against selling pizzas to German and French tourists, because of their opposition to the war in Iraq. Warning: this man's guest-book is a disgrace, and some people, and I can't even be bothered to intellectualise this, are fucking idiots.
Cowardly German Chocolate
Irrelevant Belgian Chocolate
Dutch (Reagan) Chocolate
Donald Rum Raisin
US Army Tank Crunch
US Navy Battle-Chip
US Air Force Over-The-Rainbow Sherbet
US Marine Tough Cookies & Cream
School Prayerleens & Crème
Gun Nut
'Q. Is Star Spangled Ice Cream for real, or is this website just a practical joke?
A. Star Spangled Ice Cream is for real even though some people may think our flavor names are over the top. And not only real, but really, really delicious. Star Spangled is a private label brand made under the supervision of an experienced, Baltimore-based producer of high-end gourmet ice cream.'
And then American critics get upset with a Lars Von Trier-film?!
It reminds me of that pizza-bloke from Fanø, a minuscule Danish island, who decided against selling pizzas to German and French tourists, because of their opposition to the war in Iraq. Warning: this man's guest-book is a disgrace, and some people, and I can't even be bothered to intellectualise this, are fucking idiots.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
For someone who's not that keen on The Beatles, I am actually very fond of 'I am the Walrus'.
'I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together.
See how they run
Like pigs from a gun
See how they fly. I’m crying.'
Yep.
'I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together.
See how they run
Like pigs from a gun
See how they fly. I’m crying.'
Yep.
Since watching Sexual Perversity in Chicago on Saturday, I've been listening to Supertramp's 'Logical Song' over and over. It was used in the play and it really captures the alienation and cynicism of the entire thing.
And then I'm getting really excited about Dogville.
And my comments are still not working. :(
And then I'm getting really excited about Dogville.
And my comments are still not working. :(
Monday, May 19, 2003
Hysterically running around trying to find a cheap travel clinic: should have thought about vaccinations before. Everywhere so expensive, and so difficult to get an appointment. Have to have the shots by the end of next week. Frantic phone call to family doctor in Denmark: she remembers me, which makes life so much easier. And she sorts everything out so life looks better again.
Ring travel agency to ask whether the trip is going ahead at all, which it is, and I can slowly settle down on the sofa, with Thoreau and a cup of tea - it's difficult to concentrate on reading while life explodes in front of my eyes. Meanwhile Thursday moves towards me rapidly and I'm so not ready. - But at least it will be over after that.
Ring travel agency to ask whether the trip is going ahead at all, which it is, and I can slowly settle down on the sofa, with Thoreau and a cup of tea - it's difficult to concentrate on reading while life explodes in front of my eyes. Meanwhile Thursday moves towards me rapidly and I'm so not ready. - But at least it will be over after that.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Jess has been posting some of her favorite reads, which I won't because there's no way I can find 10 favorite books...but she also listed the books from The Big Read that she has read and I think I'm going to do the same: combining my love of books and my love of list-making. (I know, it's sad). So, therefore; below a list of the books I have read out of the 100 so-called best as voted for by the British public - highlighted are the ones that I even like. (And you're right, Jess, it's a 'funny' list - )
Joseph Heller: Catch-22 - it's absolutely fantastic and funny and poignant and heart-breakingly sad.
J. D. Salinger: The Catcher in the Rye - Now see, I have a feeling that I really liked it, but I don't really remember because I read it more than 10 years ago, and it was part of my English-examination that year and I failed miserably so I think I've just erased it from my memory in disgust. Should probably re-read it.
Jane Austen: Emma - I looove Emma. Even though she is a stubborn, stupid girl. It is so well-written.
Mario Puzo: The Godfather - My mum's got this book and I read it when I was very young. Exciting in a traditional way, but the subject matter was then so different. And the film...mmm, must love the film.
Margareth Mitchell: Gone With the Wind - Also one of my mum's. Fun in a kind of Emma-way.
F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby - I like Gatsby. This very silly man who's got it all but just wants Daisy...A great example of a wasted life. Moral? - You should always do what you want to when you want to.
Jack Kerouac: On the Road - The iconic photo on the cover (Kerouc and Neil Cassidy) almost makes up for the fact that I can't really find a place for myself in Kerouc's very masculine universe. I'd rather read Ginsberg & Whitman.
Robert Tressell: The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropist - I know so much more about socialism after I read this. It's works very well that way, but I don't really care for it as a novel. He's a better teacher than a writer, that Tressell.
Lewis Carroll: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - This is such a lovely book that has inpired millions: just look at The Matrix.
Colleen McCollough: The Thorn Birds - I can only blame my mother. And the only reason why this book is on the list, must have something to do with middle aged women and Richard Chamberlain. Really.
Emily Bronte: Wuthering Heights - Heathcliff! Heathcliff!...*Sigh*
James Joyce: Ulysses - I can't even begin to describe how I feel about this book. It's almost sexual. What can I say? It's a bloody masterpiece and I don't think I've ever read anything where everything comes together like that. Go get it. Now. Don't be afraid of the size and the reputation.
Joseph Heller: Catch-22 - it's absolutely fantastic and funny and poignant and heart-breakingly sad.
J. D. Salinger: The Catcher in the Rye - Now see, I have a feeling that I really liked it, but I don't really remember because I read it more than 10 years ago, and it was part of my English-examination that year and I failed miserably so I think I've just erased it from my memory in disgust. Should probably re-read it.
Jane Austen: Emma - I looove Emma. Even though she is a stubborn, stupid girl. It is so well-written.
Mario Puzo: The Godfather - My mum's got this book and I read it when I was very young. Exciting in a traditional way, but the subject matter was then so different. And the film...mmm, must love the film.
Margareth Mitchell: Gone With the Wind - Also one of my mum's. Fun in a kind of Emma-way.
F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby - I like Gatsby. This very silly man who's got it all but just wants Daisy...A great example of a wasted life. Moral? - You should always do what you want to when you want to.
Jack Kerouac: On the Road - The iconic photo on the cover (Kerouc and Neil Cassidy) almost makes up for the fact that I can't really find a place for myself in Kerouc's very masculine universe. I'd rather read Ginsberg & Whitman.
Robert Tressell: The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropist - I know so much more about socialism after I read this. It's works very well that way, but I don't really care for it as a novel. He's a better teacher than a writer, that Tressell.
Lewis Carroll: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - This is such a lovely book that has inpired millions: just look at The Matrix.
Colleen McCollough: The Thorn Birds - I can only blame my mother. And the only reason why this book is on the list, must have something to do with middle aged women and Richard Chamberlain. Really.
Emily Bronte: Wuthering Heights - Heathcliff! Heathcliff!...*Sigh*
James Joyce: Ulysses - I can't even begin to describe how I feel about this book. It's almost sexual. What can I say? It's a bloody masterpiece and I don't think I've ever read anything where everything comes together like that. Go get it. Now. Don't be afraid of the size and the reputation.
Morrissey is always good for a quote:
'...In [America] American error is unthinkable, so you simply cannot watch the American news. I was here on September 11 and you could clearly see that it has given America another opportunity to bully people. When you come through airport customs, you must be abused and insulted. Americans are very big on people in authority and in uniform. In this country the police have absolute power - they can shoot you in the street and the courts will always side with them. So it is a very, very fascist country.'
And:
Interviewer: 'Did you hear TATU's version of How Soon Is Now?'
Morrissey: 'Yes it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don't know much about them.'
Interviewer: 'They're the teenage Russian lesbians.'
Morrissey: 'Well, aren't we all?'
(from Word)
'...In [America] American error is unthinkable, so you simply cannot watch the American news. I was here on September 11 and you could clearly see that it has given America another opportunity to bully people. When you come through airport customs, you must be abused and insulted. Americans are very big on people in authority and in uniform. In this country the police have absolute power - they can shoot you in the street and the courts will always side with them. So it is a very, very fascist country.'
And:
Interviewer: 'Did you hear TATU's version of How Soon Is Now?'
Morrissey: 'Yes it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don't know much about them.'
Interviewer: 'They're the teenage Russian lesbians.'
Morrissey: 'Well, aren't we all?'
(from Word)
Many years ago a boy, whom I cared for greatly, sent me this quote in a letter, one of the best beginnings of a book ever:
'To be born again,' sang Gibreel Farisha tumbling from the heavens, 'first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly. Tat-taa! Taka-thun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love, mister, without a sigh? Baba, if you want to get born again...'
Yesterday we went to see Sexual Perversity in Chicago. The stage design was fantastic. Orange blocks creating spaces and confinements. The music was great. Lou Reed and Supertramp. The fractured nature of the play was very appealing, it worked well with the subject matter. David Mamet's writing kicks serious ass. I wasn't too keen on the acting, though. Minnie Driver was the only one who could pull off the accent (ironic, considering that she is English) and still sound comfortable. Hank Azaria got loads of laughs but that was mainly because the writing is so good, I found him to be overacting slightly which meant that the further the play progressed the more he sounded like Moe in The Simpsons (which makes sense, given that he IS Moe). This also meant that the few poignant moments in the play became less so because of the staccato accents and waving of arms. Azaria and Kelly Reilly were not restrained enough for my liking - Matthew Perry was not bad at all and thankfully nowhere near Chandler Bing, but also he seemed a little bit all over the place. My favorite scenes were the ones where Minnie Driver was alone on stage talking to her kindergarten-children - that was tight and clever. Overall not a bad play or indeed a bad experience, but it was not perfect. And I still fancy Matthew Perry -
Afterwards we went to New Cross, to see a band from uni playing their debut gig. I was quite surprised how good they were - I really like the type of music, which is loud and shouty and really quite cool. The sound was not very good, though, so in the end we went down to the back of the room and hey presto: we could suddenly make out the vocals. They also played quite fucking loud and I am today still half deaf on one ear, which worries me a little bit. They are called 'The Swear', and if you should come across them, they are really worth checking out.
Got up at 7.30 this morning and proceeded to read about Emerson and the Transcendentalists. How fucking boring is my life???
'To be born again,' sang Gibreel Farisha tumbling from the heavens, 'first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly. Tat-taa! Taka-thun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love, mister, without a sigh? Baba, if you want to get born again...'
Yesterday we went to see Sexual Perversity in Chicago. The stage design was fantastic. Orange blocks creating spaces and confinements. The music was great. Lou Reed and Supertramp. The fractured nature of the play was very appealing, it worked well with the subject matter. David Mamet's writing kicks serious ass. I wasn't too keen on the acting, though. Minnie Driver was the only one who could pull off the accent (ironic, considering that she is English) and still sound comfortable. Hank Azaria got loads of laughs but that was mainly because the writing is so good, I found him to be overacting slightly which meant that the further the play progressed the more he sounded like Moe in The Simpsons (which makes sense, given that he IS Moe). This also meant that the few poignant moments in the play became less so because of the staccato accents and waving of arms. Azaria and Kelly Reilly were not restrained enough for my liking - Matthew Perry was not bad at all and thankfully nowhere near Chandler Bing, but also he seemed a little bit all over the place. My favorite scenes were the ones where Minnie Driver was alone on stage talking to her kindergarten-children - that was tight and clever. Overall not a bad play or indeed a bad experience, but it was not perfect. And I still fancy Matthew Perry -
Afterwards we went to New Cross, to see a band from uni playing their debut gig. I was quite surprised how good they were - I really like the type of music, which is loud and shouty and really quite cool. The sound was not very good, though, so in the end we went down to the back of the room and hey presto: we could suddenly make out the vocals. They also played quite fucking loud and I am today still half deaf on one ear, which worries me a little bit. They are called 'The Swear', and if you should come across them, they are really worth checking out.
Got up at 7.30 this morning and proceeded to read about Emerson and the Transcendentalists. How fucking boring is my life???
Saturday, May 17, 2003
The one about Friends.
There are so many things about Friends that doesn't make sense. Such as: what happened to Phoebe's brother, his wife and the triplets to whom Phoebe gave birth?
How did Rachel manage to become so fit so quickly after having a child?
Where is Ross' son Ben?
And on it goes.
Monica and Rachel are too thin.
Phoebe never gets to keep a man - is that because she's not as thin as the other two?
Chandler is cute but shouldn't emote too much...too much of a stretch?
Yes, I know it's not real and that the characters do not exist and that the point of the show is to present young, attractive people having, well, fun. But still.
And what is the deal with the name? Did they think that people would appreciate the plainness of it? That we would think that it is great and unpretentious? Now, 'Six Feet Under' is a good name. It indicates the subject matter but not in an obvious way.
Anyway, I love Friends. I enjoy it so much that I watch it EVERY week. Plus reruns, if possible. I don't know exactly what the appeal is, except that it has to do with the young, attractive people having fun. It is amazing that a show which basically repeats its story-lines year after year (Ross getting married, the girls being pursued by men and subsequently dumping them) can keep my attention. I guess by now reality has imposed itself on the show and the viewer's knowledge of the actors' private lives is intertwined with the action of the show, so when Monica and Chandler are trying for a baby, the viewer ponders the latest rumours from Courtney Cox Arquette's life: is she or isn't she? And then there is the Brad Pitt-connection: he's so fit and she's married to him and she's so pretty and I wonder what they do in their spare time? I think that what is so nice about Friends is that is it really, really reassuring. They do everything together. They are more family than family. Even though the characters have disagreements, they never stop being friends. They never loose touch or start hating each other. Even when they break up with each other they can still joke about it.
In Friends there is no real pain.
The reason for all this is that the Divine Ms Maj and I are going to see a play starring Matthew Perry later today. After having spend the autumn revelling in the deeper emotions of Shakespeare and Chekhov, I thought David Mamet would be appropriate. Sexual Perversity in Chicago. I remember the 80'ies film with Rob Lowe and Demi Moore, which I liked, mainly because of Elizabeth Perkins, although it didn't strike me as being particularly profound. Actually, it was probably a kind of Friends on the big screen. I do feel a bit cynical towards the cast, but I guess they're used to it - it kind of comes with the territory when you make x million pounds per episode. (I don't remember how many it is but I'm sure it could buy me several houses, not to mention special edition Mac lipsticks.)
It's probably a good thing that there won't be any more episodes. I may have to go cold turkey, but it sure beats getting in and out of rehab over and over again. And if everything else fails, I'm sure that the cast will turn up in endless West End performances, trying to prove themselves. So far only Lisa Kudrow has managed to impress me sufficiently, but Rock Star was kind of sweet and I've still got to see The Good Girl. Next year: Matt LeBlanc and David Schwimmer emoting teenage-angst in This is Our Youth?
There are so many things about Friends that doesn't make sense. Such as: what happened to Phoebe's brother, his wife and the triplets to whom Phoebe gave birth?
How did Rachel manage to become so fit so quickly after having a child?
Where is Ross' son Ben?
And on it goes.
Monica and Rachel are too thin.
Phoebe never gets to keep a man - is that because she's not as thin as the other two?
Chandler is cute but shouldn't emote too much...too much of a stretch?
Yes, I know it's not real and that the characters do not exist and that the point of the show is to present young, attractive people having, well, fun. But still.
And what is the deal with the name? Did they think that people would appreciate the plainness of it? That we would think that it is great and unpretentious? Now, 'Six Feet Under' is a good name. It indicates the subject matter but not in an obvious way.
Anyway, I love Friends. I enjoy it so much that I watch it EVERY week. Plus reruns, if possible. I don't know exactly what the appeal is, except that it has to do with the young, attractive people having fun. It is amazing that a show which basically repeats its story-lines year after year (Ross getting married, the girls being pursued by men and subsequently dumping them) can keep my attention. I guess by now reality has imposed itself on the show and the viewer's knowledge of the actors' private lives is intertwined with the action of the show, so when Monica and Chandler are trying for a baby, the viewer ponders the latest rumours from Courtney Cox Arquette's life: is she or isn't she? And then there is the Brad Pitt-connection: he's so fit and she's married to him and she's so pretty and I wonder what they do in their spare time? I think that what is so nice about Friends is that is it really, really reassuring. They do everything together. They are more family than family. Even though the characters have disagreements, they never stop being friends. They never loose touch or start hating each other. Even when they break up with each other they can still joke about it.
In Friends there is no real pain.
The reason for all this is that the Divine Ms Maj and I are going to see a play starring Matthew Perry later today. After having spend the autumn revelling in the deeper emotions of Shakespeare and Chekhov, I thought David Mamet would be appropriate. Sexual Perversity in Chicago. I remember the 80'ies film with Rob Lowe and Demi Moore, which I liked, mainly because of Elizabeth Perkins, although it didn't strike me as being particularly profound. Actually, it was probably a kind of Friends on the big screen. I do feel a bit cynical towards the cast, but I guess they're used to it - it kind of comes with the territory when you make x million pounds per episode. (I don't remember how many it is but I'm sure it could buy me several houses, not to mention special edition Mac lipsticks.)
It's probably a good thing that there won't be any more episodes. I may have to go cold turkey, but it sure beats getting in and out of rehab over and over again. And if everything else fails, I'm sure that the cast will turn up in endless West End performances, trying to prove themselves. So far only Lisa Kudrow has managed to impress me sufficiently, but Rock Star was kind of sweet and I've still got to see The Good Girl. Next year: Matt LeBlanc and David Schwimmer emoting teenage-angst in This is Our Youth?
Friday, May 16, 2003
Some things should just be left the way they are.
I cannot think of any reason why Counting Crows should do a cover version of Big Yellow Taxi. The main justification for doing a cover version I should think would be to change the original song or at least to try to better it. Now, why someone would try to better this song in the first place, is a mystery to me. And why anyone would record what is pretty much just a, well, recording, of the song is also beyond me. Counting Crows do nothing other than belt out the song and it's not good and it's not clever and it's not interesting. Just leave Joni Mitchell alone.
I cannot think of any reason why Counting Crows should do a cover version of Big Yellow Taxi. The main justification for doing a cover version I should think would be to change the original song or at least to try to better it. Now, why someone would try to better this song in the first place, is a mystery to me. And why anyone would record what is pretty much just a, well, recording, of the song is also beyond me. Counting Crows do nothing other than belt out the song and it's not good and it's not clever and it's not interesting. Just leave Joni Mitchell alone.
A couple of my friends are getting married (to each other), which is lovely, although I must say that it doesn't surprise me; I've seen it coming for years, guys!
I was never interested in getting married. Why anyone would have the need to tie the knot was beyond me; after all, the only difference between an unmarried and a married relationship would be a piece of paper, which could very well turn out to be more of a curse than a blessing. However, since I met my boyfriend (I almost wrote current, but that kind of implies that there will be others after him, heh) marriage does not seem so distant anymore. 'It's to show other people that you really are together', he said. Which I thought was sweet. We have been talking about it for a while now, but there are so many obstacles to be taken care of that I'm almost ready to throw in the towel and not do it at all. Being from two different countries and living in a third, makes things quite complicated. Where should we get married? How? With how many guests?
I'm mostly inclined to Las Vegas with a priest dressed like Elvis. The 'thank-you-very-much'-variety, so to speak. I would like my wedding to be memorable, but not necessarily in the traditional white wedding- kind of way. Would I feel like a hypocrite if I do the entire church-thing, given that I haven't set foot in a church for many, many years?
Ideally I would want EVERYBODY to participate, but my mother's family alone consists of somewhere around 50 people. So we also need a fair amount of spare cash.
Hm. The event is still up for discussion. Maybe next year?
Oh, and the Friday Five:
1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
- Well, we've got one of those water-filter jug-things. That works well. (Ideally I would not only drink Evian but shower in it.)
2. What are your favourite flavour of chips?
- Plain salt or something spicey, like chili or paprika or barbeque
3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
- I'll eat pretty much everything. I'm quite fond of my fish chowder.
4. How do you have your eggs?
- Diversity is the key! I like scrambled and boiled and poached and fried...
5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
- Boyfriend. Monday. I don't remember what he cooked...oh, yes, tagliatelle and mushroom sauce. He's a very good cook.
- And I know the comments are not working - someone should be working on it.
I was never interested in getting married. Why anyone would have the need to tie the knot was beyond me; after all, the only difference between an unmarried and a married relationship would be a piece of paper, which could very well turn out to be more of a curse than a blessing. However, since I met my boyfriend (I almost wrote current, but that kind of implies that there will be others after him, heh) marriage does not seem so distant anymore. 'It's to show other people that you really are together', he said. Which I thought was sweet. We have been talking about it for a while now, but there are so many obstacles to be taken care of that I'm almost ready to throw in the towel and not do it at all. Being from two different countries and living in a third, makes things quite complicated. Where should we get married? How? With how many guests?
I'm mostly inclined to Las Vegas with a priest dressed like Elvis. The 'thank-you-very-much'-variety, so to speak. I would like my wedding to be memorable, but not necessarily in the traditional white wedding- kind of way. Would I feel like a hypocrite if I do the entire church-thing, given that I haven't set foot in a church for many, many years?
Ideally I would want EVERYBODY to participate, but my mother's family alone consists of somewhere around 50 people. So we also need a fair amount of spare cash.
Hm. The event is still up for discussion. Maybe next year?
Oh, and the Friday Five:
1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
- Well, we've got one of those water-filter jug-things. That works well. (Ideally I would not only drink Evian but shower in it.)
2. What are your favourite flavour of chips?
- Plain salt or something spicey, like chili or paprika or barbeque
3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
- I'll eat pretty much everything. I'm quite fond of my fish chowder.
4. How do you have your eggs?
- Diversity is the key! I like scrambled and boiled and poached and fried...
5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
- Boyfriend. Monday. I don't remember what he cooked...oh, yes, tagliatelle and mushroom sauce. He's a very good cook.
- And I know the comments are not working - someone should be working on it.
Thursday, May 15, 2003
I have been googled:
charlotte is tops in music
charlotte is revolutionizing public housing
charlotte is a work in progress
charlotte is training you to train your dog
charlotte is a hub
charlotte is a factory
charlotte is this too quick ??
charlotte is heading for cambridge
charlotte is going home" has been archived
charlotte is here
charlotte is sooooo beautiful
charlotte is a top candidate for major league baseball
charlotte is located in a region of north carolina known as the piedmont
charlotte is hotels
charlotte is not a spider
charlotte is a winner
charlotte is a factory franchise for mack trucks inc
charlotte is a service organization dedicated to providing affirmation
charlotte is a city of churches
charlotte is a growing town
charlotte is approximately 507
charlotte is just big enough to have the restaurants
charlotte is a "cd extra
charlotte is based on provably correct methods for executing parallel computations on
charlotte is a major manufatcuring force
charlotte is the perfect place to visit
charlotte is the home of the senior pga tour and the world
charlotte is experiencing rapid growth in programs and enrollment
charlotte is a treasure waiting to be discovered
charlotte is an international city with many ethnic groups and activities
charlotte is still known as the queen city
charlotte is the newest home for johnson & wales university
charlotte is approximately 359
charlotte is a holiday destination spot par excellence
charlotte is a major distribution center of the southeast and one that is growing in both
charlotte is my community
charlotte is an excellent example to adults as well as to young people
charlotte is excited to have 3 books coming out in 2002
charlotte is conveniently located downtown
charlotte is a dynamic feature light that aims to make fluorescent light an accessible and elegant option
charlotte is a member of the upper middle class
charlotte is all about
charlotte is one of the best gaming characters
charlotte is a spider and templeton is a disgusting rat and wilbur was going to be killed but he was saved by charlotte and her web
charlotte is an innovative program designed to provide vital information about our community in order to enhance our leaders' knowledge and vision
charlotte is fortunate to have a very active chapter with a large membership and many activities to help members write better songs and get them published and
charlotte is taken aback but the new charlotte jumps him
charlotte is back to work
charlotte is being able to be at home all week
And after that moment of incredible self-indulgence, I shall proceed with my ongoing exam-preparations.
charlotte is tops in music
charlotte is revolutionizing public housing
charlotte is a work in progress
charlotte is training you to train your dog
charlotte is a hub
charlotte is a factory
charlotte is this too quick ??
charlotte is heading for cambridge
charlotte is going home" has been archived
charlotte is here
charlotte is sooooo beautiful
charlotte is a top candidate for major league baseball
charlotte is located in a region of north carolina known as the piedmont
charlotte is hotels
charlotte is not a spider
charlotte is a winner
charlotte is a factory franchise for mack trucks inc
charlotte is a service organization dedicated to providing affirmation
charlotte is a city of churches
charlotte is a growing town
charlotte is approximately 507
charlotte is just big enough to have the restaurants
charlotte is a "cd extra
charlotte is based on provably correct methods for executing parallel computations on
charlotte is a major manufatcuring force
charlotte is the perfect place to visit
charlotte is the home of the senior pga tour and the world
charlotte is experiencing rapid growth in programs and enrollment
charlotte is a treasure waiting to be discovered
charlotte is an international city with many ethnic groups and activities
charlotte is still known as the queen city
charlotte is the newest home for johnson & wales university
charlotte is approximately 359
charlotte is a holiday destination spot par excellence
charlotte is a major distribution center of the southeast and one that is growing in both
charlotte is my community
charlotte is an excellent example to adults as well as to young people
charlotte is excited to have 3 books coming out in 2002
charlotte is conveniently located downtown
charlotte is a dynamic feature light that aims to make fluorescent light an accessible and elegant option
charlotte is a member of the upper middle class
charlotte is all about
charlotte is one of the best gaming characters
charlotte is a spider and templeton is a disgusting rat and wilbur was going to be killed but he was saved by charlotte and her web
charlotte is an innovative program designed to provide vital information about our community in order to enhance our leaders' knowledge and vision
charlotte is fortunate to have a very active chapter with a large membership and many activities to help members write better songs and get them published and
charlotte is taken aback but the new charlotte jumps him
charlotte is back to work
charlotte is being able to be at home all week
And after that moment of incredible self-indulgence, I shall proceed with my ongoing exam-preparations.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
I know I should stay away from quizzes! But I can't! It's like a drug!
You are the typical feminist, depressed, artist.
You go against the crowd and do everything you
can to be different. Too bad noone notices.
Try communicating with people, not just looking
down on them.
What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you?
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Not that flattering, huh?
You are the typical feminist, depressed, artist.
You go against the crowd and do everything you
can to be different. Too bad noone notices.
Try communicating with people, not just looking
down on them.
What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you?
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Not that flattering, huh?
Someone vomited behind me on the bus the other day.
I don't like vomit. I find it absolutely disgusting, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. I never vomited much myself - when I was a child it was mainly from being car-sick. My dad is very barf-sensitive and used to throw up whenever he had to deal with me throwing up, which meant that we would end up having vomit-fests in the bathroom. Or at the side of the road.
When in college, we used to get unbelievably drunk on Friday afternoons. We'd hang around bars downtown when our lessons were finished and they would cater very well for students who would have nothing more pressing to spend their grants on than beer and, well, beer. There would be the traditional happy hours and ten for the price of five-deals, and even the golden wheel of fortune. Towards evening we would stagger home, usually in groups - those of us who lived in the same area would get the same bus, where we'd be infuriatingly noisy - or fall asleep. A girl I knew once barfed in her bag, because she didn't want to do it on the floor - it cost her a fortune because she eventually had to replace the college-books that she threw up on.
In tenth grade, when we were about 15-16 years old, my class and I went on a school-trip to Holland, where we were sailing the canals. We quickly met a large German group on board two boats, who would follow the same route. After only a couple of days we decided to have barf-competitions every day, which were very basic: who would have the most instances of throwing up on their boat? Repeat offenders would not count, it was only every new barf of the day that would be entered into the competition. We won. Every bloody day. At the end of the trip the Germans had been prohibited from talking to us and we could not get together when we were on land.
I never threw up during that entire trip though. My career within drunken vomiting came late in life. And at very inappropriate times such as: the night before my mum's 50th birthday and the night before my dad's 60th birthday. The number of times I have vomited through excessive drunkenness can actually be counted on, well, yes - one hand.
So hearing someone barfing behind me made me feel slightly apprehensive. But at least he had a little plastic bag which he did it into. And no, I don't think he was ill, as such, given the fact that it was 9 in the morning and he was drinking beer.
On a lighter note and entirely unrelated (well, in my opinion, anyway): I have now heard the new Radiohead-single which I really like and seen the video which I like even more. I think I need to hear it again (preferably without accompanying video) before I can say how I really feel about it. I always really want to like Radiohead tracks, but sometimes it is difficult... Oh, and that White Stripes-thing that I surprised myself by liking (Seven Nation Army), has faded completely on me: probably a case of overexposure, but now it just annoys me. Sounds too much like Cure. Only Cure should sound like Cure. Never really liked the White Stripes anyway. But their web-site is cool.
And I heard that 'Hail to the Thief' is a pun? But I don't get it? Help?
I don't like vomit. I find it absolutely disgusting, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. I never vomited much myself - when I was a child it was mainly from being car-sick. My dad is very barf-sensitive and used to throw up whenever he had to deal with me throwing up, which meant that we would end up having vomit-fests in the bathroom. Or at the side of the road.
When in college, we used to get unbelievably drunk on Friday afternoons. We'd hang around bars downtown when our lessons were finished and they would cater very well for students who would have nothing more pressing to spend their grants on than beer and, well, beer. There would be the traditional happy hours and ten for the price of five-deals, and even the golden wheel of fortune. Towards evening we would stagger home, usually in groups - those of us who lived in the same area would get the same bus, where we'd be infuriatingly noisy - or fall asleep. A girl I knew once barfed in her bag, because she didn't want to do it on the floor - it cost her a fortune because she eventually had to replace the college-books that she threw up on.
In tenth grade, when we were about 15-16 years old, my class and I went on a school-trip to Holland, where we were sailing the canals. We quickly met a large German group on board two boats, who would follow the same route. After only a couple of days we decided to have barf-competitions every day, which were very basic: who would have the most instances of throwing up on their boat? Repeat offenders would not count, it was only every new barf of the day that would be entered into the competition. We won. Every bloody day. At the end of the trip the Germans had been prohibited from talking to us and we could not get together when we were on land.
I never threw up during that entire trip though. My career within drunken vomiting came late in life. And at very inappropriate times such as: the night before my mum's 50th birthday and the night before my dad's 60th birthday. The number of times I have vomited through excessive drunkenness can actually be counted on, well, yes - one hand.
So hearing someone barfing behind me made me feel slightly apprehensive. But at least he had a little plastic bag which he did it into. And no, I don't think he was ill, as such, given the fact that it was 9 in the morning and he was drinking beer.
On a lighter note and entirely unrelated (well, in my opinion, anyway): I have now heard the new Radiohead-single which I really like and seen the video which I like even more. I think I need to hear it again (preferably without accompanying video) before I can say how I really feel about it. I always really want to like Radiohead tracks, but sometimes it is difficult... Oh, and that White Stripes-thing that I surprised myself by liking (Seven Nation Army), has faded completely on me: probably a case of overexposure, but now it just annoys me. Sounds too much like Cure. Only Cure should sound like Cure. Never really liked the White Stripes anyway. But their web-site is cool.
And I heard that 'Hail to the Thief' is a pun? But I don't get it? Help?
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Well, that was interesting.
Not a fantastic experience, but I gue...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
*Rolls over, pulls duvet over head*
Not a fantastic experience, but I gue...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
*Rolls over, pulls duvet over head*
Monday, May 12, 2003
Christ. Can anyone tell me a little bit about Juvenalian satire?
My blood-pressure is so high that if I poked myself in the back of my head, my heart would jump out and run to the nearest chemist for medication.
For the first time ever does an exam scare me.
My blood-pressure is so high that if I poked myself in the back of my head, my heart would jump out and run to the nearest chemist for medication.
For the first time ever does an exam scare me.
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Enter Charlotte, left, looking tired and flushed. The room is quite dark, the curtains are drawn, the bed unmade, clothes is scattered everywhere.
In the corner two figures, one a cripple.
C: Alexander Pope! Where did you come from?
P: Hmmmnnn. It is awfully dirty in here.
C: Well, I've been busy, you know, with exams and all, so I haven't really had time to -
P: (wrinkles nose) And it smells dastardly! Did your maid not empty your...
C: Maid??? I don't have a maid!
P: No, that figures...
C: And I didn't...
P: Chamber-pot.
C: (aside) That prickly little man.
(Loud) I see you brought Dr. Swift along.
(Swift nods briefly and casts a glance at Pope)
S: A wife should always be a reasonable and agreeable companion, because she cannot always be young.
C: Excuse me?
S: I wrote that. I see you didn't pay attention.
C: But...but...exams...and...
S: That is no excuse for disorder.
C: I don't understand?
P: Exactly. (Takes Swift's arm, they leave)
Twats.
In the corner two figures, one a cripple.
C: Alexander Pope! Where did you come from?
P: Hmmmnnn. It is awfully dirty in here.
C: Well, I've been busy, you know, with exams and all, so I haven't really had time to -
P: (wrinkles nose) And it smells dastardly! Did your maid not empty your...
C: Maid??? I don't have a maid!
P: No, that figures...
C: And I didn't...
P: Chamber-pot.
C: (aside) That prickly little man.
(Loud) I see you brought Dr. Swift along.
(Swift nods briefly and casts a glance at Pope)
S: A wife should always be a reasonable and agreeable companion, because she cannot always be young.
C: Excuse me?
S: I wrote that. I see you didn't pay attention.
C: But...but...exams...and...
S: That is no excuse for disorder.
C: I don't understand?
P: Exactly. (Takes Swift's arm, they leave)
Twats.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Friday, May 09, 2003
The blog has gone bold! I KNEW I shouldn't have posted that test!
Help me help me help me help me help me
Update: Give the man a medal. He's a genius.
Help me help me help me help me help me
Update: Give the man a medal. He's a genius.
I was not going to publish this.
But hey, what the hell, I guess I'm just...evil.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
But hey, what the hell, I guess I'm just...evil.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Yes it's early. But I'm already behind in my reading so I've got to get going. In news related to yesterday's post, the Danish National Museum has picked up on one the prettiest hashish-stalls in Christiania. The government has threatened to close down and remove all stalls in Pusher Street within the next couple of days, so local people rang the museum who agreed to take care of the stall and exhibit it as part of Danish cultural history (from Politiken). Well done, National History Museum!
And, ladies and gentlemen - the Friday Five:
1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
- I am very organised. I usually know where all my stuff is. It seems that this is more important to me when I'm busy than when I'm not. Busy mind, tidy surroundings, or something like that. I do find that if I'm organised, I save time, sometimes money, and the benefits generally overshadow the chore of organising. Sometimes organising is not even a chore! (God, I must seem so boring.)
2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
- I am the lucky owner of a lovely filofax-type-thing, which I usually don't update. I have a small calendar which I use quite a lot, but mainly during exam-time. My memory is generally good so I don't need to write things down very often.
3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
- I don't have a desk! My computer-table is full of sweet-wrappers and cups and papers and post-its, but I share with my man and I blame him. The dining-room table is full of books, but I do have an impending exam - normally it is very tidy. And the books are ordered!
4. Do you alphabetize CD's, books, and DVD's, or does it not matter?
- Our CD's are alphabetised, because we have quite a few and I can't waste time searching for the exact CD I want. (I don't really agree with the system, though, which is by first name, I mean, ideally it should be by last name, yes?) The books and DVD's aren't alphabetised - we don't have enough DVD's to justify that and the books are too scattered everywhere for any kind of system. This may change when I get more (unemployed) time on my hands...Alphabetization is mainly about saving time, isn't it, so, yes, I'm generally in favour.
5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?
- Myself
Oh, and it has come to my attention that people think that I give Mr s. a hard time. I do! But it's okay! 'Cause he knows that he's the love of my life.
And, ladies and gentlemen - the Friday Five:
1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
- I am very organised. I usually know where all my stuff is. It seems that this is more important to me when I'm busy than when I'm not. Busy mind, tidy surroundings, or something like that. I do find that if I'm organised, I save time, sometimes money, and the benefits generally overshadow the chore of organising. Sometimes organising is not even a chore! (God, I must seem so boring.)
2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
- I am the lucky owner of a lovely filofax-type-thing, which I usually don't update. I have a small calendar which I use quite a lot, but mainly during exam-time. My memory is generally good so I don't need to write things down very often.
3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
- I don't have a desk! My computer-table is full of sweet-wrappers and cups and papers and post-its, but I share with my man and I blame him. The dining-room table is full of books, but I do have an impending exam - normally it is very tidy. And the books are ordered!
4. Do you alphabetize CD's, books, and DVD's, or does it not matter?
- Our CD's are alphabetised, because we have quite a few and I can't waste time searching for the exact CD I want. (I don't really agree with the system, though, which is by first name, I mean, ideally it should be by last name, yes?) The books and DVD's aren't alphabetised - we don't have enough DVD's to justify that and the books are too scattered everywhere for any kind of system. This may change when I get more (unemployed) time on my hands...Alphabetization is mainly about saving time, isn't it, so, yes, I'm generally in favour.
5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?
- Myself
Oh, and it has come to my attention that people think that I give Mr s. a hard time. I do! But it's okay! 'Cause he knows that he's the love of my life.
Thursday, May 08, 2003
IT'S ALIVE!!!
Yes, I'm back from the land of the living dead, thinner somehow, and a little dizzy.
Let me first of all advertise my new feature: my guestmap, which I'd love people use. Pin yourselves in, guys!
Secondly, I must draw your attention toward Denmark. Why, oh, why, can I hear you asking, isn't it just, like the smallest place in the world, the, ehm, capital of Holland? Or is it in Norway?
Well...
No. Denmark is not only lovely and clean and quite fashionable, we also have splendid cheese (although we're not allowed to call it Feta) and rather exciting designers (Arne Jacobsen and Hans Wegner to name but a few). We also have Christiania, which is a large commune of sorts in the heart of Copenhagen. For many years squatters, hippies and whoever else were initially interested, have lived together there. They are generally accepted, although every couple of years the government decides to deal with the 'problem' and raids the place. So far they are still there, though, and, in my opinion do a lot of good, both within their own environment and for tourism in Copenhagen. However, now it seems that the government mean business and the people are in serious danger of being kicked out. What it means is that there will be a lot of homeless people (Christiania is a place that accommodates the poor quite well) and a lot of shops will close which means a loss of income for many + a loss of many splendid gigs! What it all comes down to, though, is probably the sale of hashish in Pusher Street. As we all know, this is strictly speaking illegal and can therefore not be condoned by the government. I can understand that. But in many people's opinion the troubles will not end with closure of Christiania, no, this is where the trouble begins. People who live in Christiania have always been very good at dealing with class A drugs, as in: they don't want them around. By somehow 'releasing' the soft drug trade into the city, there are great dangers of a falling quality of drugs (and I don't mean that in a leisurely way, but as in: quality must be good otherwise it may do great harm) and it will spread uncontrollably. As it is now people know where to go if and when and they know that the quality is going to be good so they have nothing to fear. I don't support Christiania unconditionally, but I do think that they themselves are capable of dealing with whatever problems they may have and I certainly don't think that 'regenerating the area' is going to do any good in this respect.
Their web-site is a bit funny, a bit in Danish but a lot in English, so please check it out - you can also sign a petition to keep Christiania on its feet and I urge you to do so.
Thanks for your time.
*Bows and leaves*
Yes, I'm back from the land of the living dead, thinner somehow, and a little dizzy.
Let me first of all advertise my new feature: my guestmap, which I'd love people use. Pin yourselves in, guys!
Secondly, I must draw your attention toward Denmark. Why, oh, why, can I hear you asking, isn't it just, like the smallest place in the world, the, ehm, capital of Holland? Or is it in Norway?
Well...
No. Denmark is not only lovely and clean and quite fashionable, we also have splendid cheese (although we're not allowed to call it Feta) and rather exciting designers (Arne Jacobsen and Hans Wegner to name but a few). We also have Christiania, which is a large commune of sorts in the heart of Copenhagen. For many years squatters, hippies and whoever else were initially interested, have lived together there. They are generally accepted, although every couple of years the government decides to deal with the 'problem' and raids the place. So far they are still there, though, and, in my opinion do a lot of good, both within their own environment and for tourism in Copenhagen. However, now it seems that the government mean business and the people are in serious danger of being kicked out. What it means is that there will be a lot of homeless people (Christiania is a place that accommodates the poor quite well) and a lot of shops will close which means a loss of income for many + a loss of many splendid gigs! What it all comes down to, though, is probably the sale of hashish in Pusher Street. As we all know, this is strictly speaking illegal and can therefore not be condoned by the government. I can understand that. But in many people's opinion the troubles will not end with closure of Christiania, no, this is where the trouble begins. People who live in Christiania have always been very good at dealing with class A drugs, as in: they don't want them around. By somehow 'releasing' the soft drug trade into the city, there are great dangers of a falling quality of drugs (and I don't mean that in a leisurely way, but as in: quality must be good otherwise it may do great harm) and it will spread uncontrollably. As it is now people know where to go if and when and they know that the quality is going to be good so they have nothing to fear. I don't support Christiania unconditionally, but I do think that they themselves are capable of dealing with whatever problems they may have and I certainly don't think that 'regenerating the area' is going to do any good in this respect.
Their web-site is a bit funny, a bit in Danish but a lot in English, so please check it out - you can also sign a petition to keep Christiania on its feet and I urge you to do so.
Thanks for your time.
*Bows and leaves*
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
And you'll know me by the trail of...(part II)
I don't know exactly when it went wrong.
Was it when I decided to stick around for the party yesterday, even though I was feeling a bit 'under the weather'?
Was it when I decided that one glass of wine would be okay?
Was it when there was no more white wine left and I decided that one glass of red wouldn't be so bad?
Was it when I, in my excitement, swung said red wine and spilt it on my t-shirt whilst not noticing until half an hour later?
Was it when I embarassed myself profusely speaking to a couple of my tutors, red wine on t-shirt, making incoherent compliments?
Was it when I forgot to eat anything at all for dinner?
Was it when Rosie and I decided to buy a bottle of wine in the pub?
Or when we bought the other?
Or was it when I fell asleep on the sofa, chewing on a piece of stale bread?
Oh, I don't know, but I'm not feeling good today and I have to go to uni for a revision session on 18th century satire or whatever. Otherwise a fun day yesterday, although I don't really remember too much of what happened after 6 o'clock. Annette brought us all a poem, which I thought was lovely (both poem and thought) and I would post it, but I'm not sure if she'd like that. So I won't. Other than returning home with that and the massive red wine stain on my t-shirt, I've also got someone's e-mail address written on a bus-ticket and I think I know whose it is, because it's something about a rubberhat?!
I haven't actually looked into my bag 'cause I'm a bit worried about what I'll find. Or not find, as it is...hopefully I've got both money and phone...I've got to go. I think a couple of Panadol and some water will do. I wish we had some fizzy soft-drinks and an array of exchangeable Charlotte-heads.
I don't know exactly when it went wrong.
Was it when I decided to stick around for the party yesterday, even though I was feeling a bit 'under the weather'?
Was it when I decided that one glass of wine would be okay?
Was it when there was no more white wine left and I decided that one glass of red wouldn't be so bad?
Was it when I, in my excitement, swung said red wine and spilt it on my t-shirt whilst not noticing until half an hour later?
Was it when I embarassed myself profusely speaking to a couple of my tutors, red wine on t-shirt, making incoherent compliments?
Was it when I forgot to eat anything at all for dinner?
Was it when Rosie and I decided to buy a bottle of wine in the pub?
Or when we bought the other?
Or was it when I fell asleep on the sofa, chewing on a piece of stale bread?
Oh, I don't know, but I'm not feeling good today and I have to go to uni for a revision session on 18th century satire or whatever. Otherwise a fun day yesterday, although I don't really remember too much of what happened after 6 o'clock. Annette brought us all a poem, which I thought was lovely (both poem and thought) and I would post it, but I'm not sure if she'd like that. So I won't. Other than returning home with that and the massive red wine stain on my t-shirt, I've also got someone's e-mail address written on a bus-ticket and I think I know whose it is, because it's something about a rubberhat?!
I haven't actually looked into my bag 'cause I'm a bit worried about what I'll find. Or not find, as it is...hopefully I've got both money and phone...I've got to go. I think a couple of Panadol and some water will do. I wish we had some fizzy soft-drinks and an array of exchangeable Charlotte-heads.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
And you'll know me by the trail of......
I'm not feeling too well today, but I have to go and hand in my portfolio. Afterwards there's a party to attend, one of the last, so I'll have to do that as well. I would have posted a long and intellectual concern regarding blogging (why, how and what), but I can't be bothered, a) because of the above and b) because I have better things to do than mentally masturbate - at least today.
I'm not feeling too well today, but I have to go and hand in my portfolio. Afterwards there's a party to attend, one of the last, so I'll have to do that as well. I would have posted a long and intellectual concern regarding blogging (why, how and what), but I can't be bothered, a) because of the above and b) because I have better things to do than mentally masturbate - at least today.
Monday, May 05, 2003
Obsessive music-fans have pointed out that I made a mistake in Friday's post, below. They are of course called Breeders, not Breeder. Sorry.
(Of course I won't help him now.)
(Of course I won't help him now.)
2 pieces of brownie (bought in Tesco)
2 cups of tea (one green, one fruit)
1/2 a bottle of still water
1 turkey/cheese sandwich
2 small yoghurts (cherry and raspberry)
and 1 shower:
- and I'm done.
Now I've got another week until my first exam:
RESTORATION AND AUGUSTAN LITERATURE
which I'll fail miserably, but at least, for now, I can leave the computer which is an entirely new experience.
Perhaps I should help Mr s. cleaning the flat?
*giggles like mad, chokes, then coughs and starts crying*
2 cups of tea (one green, one fruit)
1/2 a bottle of still water
1 turkey/cheese sandwich
2 small yoghurts (cherry and raspberry)
and 1 shower:
- and I'm done.
Now I've got another week until my first exam:
RESTORATION AND AUGUSTAN LITERATURE
which I'll fail miserably, but at least, for now, I can leave the computer which is an entirely new experience.
Perhaps I should help Mr s. cleaning the flat?
*giggles like mad, chokes, then coughs and starts crying*
venous hum:
a continuous blowing, singing, or humming murmur heard on auscultation over the right jugular vein in the sitting or erect position; it is an innocent sign that is obliterated on assumption of the recumbent position or on exerting pressure over the vein.
The sound of a body working.
a continuous blowing, singing, or humming murmur heard on auscultation over the right jugular vein in the sitting or erect position; it is an innocent sign that is obliterated on assumption of the recumbent position or on exerting pressure over the vein.
The sound of a body working.
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Today, Matthew, we have been buying sleeping bags.
- And hiking socks -
We are going to Morocco.
Some time in June/July, which are completely and utterly wrong months to go in, as it is going to be warm like in a hairy athlete's armpit.
However!
Although we are staying in Marrakech most days, we will also be going up into the High Atlas mountains in which the temperature apparently is much nicer.
I'm excited like...something very excited...and is already planning what to put in my emergency kit and which colours of linen trousers to bulk-buy before we go and which kinds of sandals I'm going to bring back and how to avoid malaria. Ideally I should be working on my portfolio for Tuesday, but it bores me.
I'm going to Africa!
Any good tips on what to do and what to avoid?
- And hiking socks -
We are going to Morocco.
Some time in June/July, which are completely and utterly wrong months to go in, as it is going to be warm like in a hairy athlete's armpit.
However!
Although we are staying in Marrakech most days, we will also be going up into the High Atlas mountains in which the temperature apparently is much nicer.
I'm excited like...something very excited...and is already planning what to put in my emergency kit and which colours of linen trousers to bulk-buy before we go and which kinds of sandals I'm going to bring back and how to avoid malaria. Ideally I should be working on my portfolio for Tuesday, but it bores me.
I'm going to Africa!
Any good tips on what to do and what to avoid?
Saturday, May 03, 2003
What is sexy today?
1) A gap between the front teeth
2) DJ's at work
3) Men who love their wives and not afraid to say so
4) Long, slender fingers
5) Smoking cigarettes in the dark in the middle of the night
1) A gap between the front teeth
2) DJ's at work
3) Men who love their wives and not afraid to say so
4) Long, slender fingers
5) Smoking cigarettes in the dark in the middle of the night
David Holmes: spinning 7" singles, smoking cigarettes, looking like a fuzzy Dennis Leary.
I'm im love.
Yesterday we went on an excursion to see the species studenticus universica in action. Well equipped with binoculars and treats did we enter the lion's den that is also known as Goldsmiths Student's Union. They had the eclectic mix of the aforementioned Holmes, Roni Size, Plump DJ's and - ehm - DJ Ollie (?) playing to a crowd of off-their-heads-university students. We decided on an early arrival as the beers are cheap and the seats are few in a place like that. There was an atmosphere of a 7th grade school party, an empty dance floor, strobe lighting flickering through a solitary room, a few boys on one side of the bar and a couple of giggly, underdressed girls at the other. Later things picked up considerably, especially when the divine David Holmes came on, playing a very charming set; a shame that the soundsystem both up and down were really bad and a speaker kept falling out, much to the chagrin of me, as I was seated next to the damn thing and every time it had a sudden breakthrough I had a minor heartattack.
Roni Size was cool, yet a bit uninteresting, but the music was pumpin' and the guys were jumpin' and the room was full of sweat and suddenly I felt very old, especially when I went to the loo and two girls had the following conversation:
Girl 1: 'I'm just so trashed'!
Girl 2: 'Me too, I'm just really trashed!'
Girl 1: 'Yeah, I'm...really...fucking...trashed...'
Girl 2: 'Yeah, me too, so trashed, man!'
Girl 1: 'So trashed...'
And then they left, undoubtedly feeling trashed.
It was a good night out. Now I just wish for David Holmes to come and take me away to a place made of velvet in swirly brown/orange colours, we can hang at the bar, me dressed in divine cream-coloured BIBA, drinking cocktails, smoking cigarettes after which we'll ascent to our hotel-room on the 37th floor with a view of the city.
Ahhhhh -
I'm im love.
Yesterday we went on an excursion to see the species studenticus universica in action. Well equipped with binoculars and treats did we enter the lion's den that is also known as Goldsmiths Student's Union. They had the eclectic mix of the aforementioned Holmes, Roni Size, Plump DJ's and - ehm - DJ Ollie (?) playing to a crowd of off-their-heads-university students. We decided on an early arrival as the beers are cheap and the seats are few in a place like that. There was an atmosphere of a 7th grade school party, an empty dance floor, strobe lighting flickering through a solitary room, a few boys on one side of the bar and a couple of giggly, underdressed girls at the other. Later things picked up considerably, especially when the divine David Holmes came on, playing a very charming set; a shame that the soundsystem both up and down were really bad and a speaker kept falling out, much to the chagrin of me, as I was seated next to the damn thing and every time it had a sudden breakthrough I had a minor heartattack.
Roni Size was cool, yet a bit uninteresting, but the music was pumpin' and the guys were jumpin' and the room was full of sweat and suddenly I felt very old, especially when I went to the loo and two girls had the following conversation:
Girl 1: 'I'm just so trashed'!
Girl 2: 'Me too, I'm just really trashed!'
Girl 1: 'Yeah, I'm...really...fucking...trashed...'
Girl 2: 'Yeah, me too, so trashed, man!'
Girl 1: 'So trashed...'
And then they left, undoubtedly feeling trashed.
It was a good night out. Now I just wish for David Holmes to come and take me away to a place made of velvet in swirly brown/orange colours, we can hang at the bar, me dressed in divine cream-coloured BIBA, drinking cocktails, smoking cigarettes after which we'll ascent to our hotel-room on the 37th floor with a view of the city.
Ahhhhh -
Friday, May 02, 2003
I'm going to attempt a Friday Five, before I delve into yet more work:
1. Name one song you hate to admit you like:
- Justin Timberlake: 'Cry Me A River'
2. Name two songs that always make you cry:
- Theme from 'Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence' (!) aaand...dunno. Maybe something by Bjork'? (songs don't really make me cry)
3. Name three songs that turn you on:
- 'Je t'aime...moi non plus' (of course)
- Mis-teeq's 'Scandalous'
- Quite a few songs by The Cure, actually
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good:
- Chaka Khan's version of 'Ain't Nobody' (Liberty X! You should be ashamed of yourselves!)
- Elastica: 'Connection'
- Breeder: 'Cannonball'
- Quite a few songs by The Cure, actually
5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without:
- Beastie Boys: 'Hey Ladies'
- Velvet Underground: 'Venus in Furs'
- P. J. Harvey: 'Long Snake Moan'
- Depeche Mode: 'Personal Jesus'
- The Smiths: 'There is a light that never goes out'
- and of course this list will change again tomorrow, but it'll do for now.
Make your own Friday Five here.
1. Name one song you hate to admit you like:
- Justin Timberlake: 'Cry Me A River'
2. Name two songs that always make you cry:
- Theme from 'Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence' (!) aaand...dunno. Maybe something by Bjork'? (songs don't really make me cry)
3. Name three songs that turn you on:
- 'Je t'aime...moi non plus' (of course)
- Mis-teeq's 'Scandalous'
- Quite a few songs by The Cure, actually
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good:
- Chaka Khan's version of 'Ain't Nobody' (Liberty X! You should be ashamed of yourselves!)
- Elastica: 'Connection'
- Breeder: 'Cannonball'
- Quite a few songs by The Cure, actually
5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without:
- Beastie Boys: 'Hey Ladies'
- Velvet Underground: 'Venus in Furs'
- P. J. Harvey: 'Long Snake Moan'
- Depeche Mode: 'Personal Jesus'
- The Smiths: 'There is a light that never goes out'
- and of course this list will change again tomorrow, but it'll do for now.
Make your own Friday Five here.
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Last time Mr s. came back from Beerland, he brought me a present that truly reflects his feelings for me.
Some girls get jewellery.
Some girls get flowers.
Me?
I got a garden gnome.
I was reminded of this when I found this fantastic invention: the Incredible Instant Adoring Boyfriend. He can be purchased here and I, for one, would be more than pleased with one.
Some girls get jewellery.
Some girls get flowers.
Me?
I got a garden gnome.
I was reminded of this when I found this fantastic invention: the Incredible Instant Adoring Boyfriend. He can be purchased here and I, for one, would be more than pleased with one.
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