Sunday, November 30, 2003
I will be blogging tomorrow as part of the World AIDS Day. Unfortunately I won't be able to do it until sometime after 6, but it will happen.
And I must apologise for the odd links on my blogspot-bar - I don't think that I'm particularly smelly, although who am I to say?!
Just one little comment for today: how can Piers Morgan possibly get to host a program on TV? And does he not find it remotely ironic that the program he is hosting is about people who want to be famous only for being famous? And is he employing his usual sneering contempt for the celebrities, whilst coming through as envying them so much that he seems incapable of thinking straight? Does Piers Morgan really want to become dead famous and live the charmed life of the famous - is that why he has decided to become a host on TV?
No, you're right: I'm sure Piers Morgan is trying to do the nation a favour, by exposing the celebrities and showing them the way they really are.
Footnote:
The 'David Blaine: Above the Below'-DVD. Like watching paint dry?
And I must apologise for the odd links on my blogspot-bar - I don't think that I'm particularly smelly, although who am I to say?!
Just one little comment for today: how can Piers Morgan possibly get to host a program on TV? And does he not find it remotely ironic that the program he is hosting is about people who want to be famous only for being famous? And is he employing his usual sneering contempt for the celebrities, whilst coming through as envying them so much that he seems incapable of thinking straight? Does Piers Morgan really want to become dead famous and live the charmed life of the famous - is that why he has decided to become a host on TV?
No, you're right: I'm sure Piers Morgan is trying to do the nation a favour, by exposing the celebrities and showing them the way they really are.
Footnote:
The 'David Blaine: Above the Below'-DVD. Like watching paint dry?
Saturday, November 29, 2003
Some Danish writers - more than English and American, I believe - are interested, not so much in change, nor in preserving the status quo, but simply everyday life. I've been reading Suzanne Brøgger, and while she certainly is travelled and, I suspect, considered an ambassador of so-called alternative life-style, she also has respect for and curiosity about people who never travel, the conservative (in a non-party political sense) small-town 'folks' who milk their cows and bake their bread and are happy with their station in life.
I find this interesting. The older I get, the greater lust I get, for growing my own vegetables and raising kids.
Søren Ulrik Thomsen, a Danish poet, writes beautifully about going to the supermarket, with the kids, at the end of the day, when the days are short and chilly. The mundane gains value.
See also Dan Turell's poems - expressing feelings and situations so close to the bone, that it hurts.
In that sense I think that the Irish and the Danish have more in common, with roots in the bogs and potatoes and, again, the home made bread. I think about Seamus Heaney.
I want a herb garden. And carrots and potatoes and peas to pull out of the earth and give back to the earth. Is it because I live in a busy major city that I feel this need to connect and feel part of the chains of events that make the world go 'round?
I find this interesting. The older I get, the greater lust I get, for growing my own vegetables and raising kids.
Søren Ulrik Thomsen, a Danish poet, writes beautifully about going to the supermarket, with the kids, at the end of the day, when the days are short and chilly. The mundane gains value.
See also Dan Turell's poems - expressing feelings and situations so close to the bone, that it hurts.
In that sense I think that the Irish and the Danish have more in common, with roots in the bogs and potatoes and, again, the home made bread. I think about Seamus Heaney.
I want a herb garden. And carrots and potatoes and peas to pull out of the earth and give back to the earth. Is it because I live in a busy major city that I feel this need to connect and feel part of the chains of events that make the world go 'round?
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Just got off the phone with the BBC. 'Employ me, employ me!' I wanted to scream. But I didn't. And so am still stuck here.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Sometimes I'm such a drama queen. I'm still crossing my fingers and hoping for the best, though.
Anyway, the cinema-thing yesterday really rocked.
John Cage's Prepared Piano delivered a genius piece of minimalist music, accompanying Marcel Duchamp's Discs segment of Dreams That Money Can Buy.
Man Ray, Erik Satie and Marcel Duchamp were jumping vigorously up and down in Entr'acte
Sad and erotic: Un Chant D'Amour. Continually balancing on the edge of the abyss that is cliche, but managing to evoke empathy and pain. Wonderful.
Anyway, the cinema-thing yesterday really rocked.
John Cage's Prepared Piano delivered a genius piece of minimalist music, accompanying Marcel Duchamp's Discs segment of Dreams That Money Can Buy.
Man Ray, Erik Satie and Marcel Duchamp were jumping vigorously up and down in Entr'acte
Sad and erotic: Un Chant D'Amour. Continually balancing on the edge of the abyss that is cliche, but managing to evoke empathy and pain. Wonderful.
Saturday, November 22, 2003
There may be big trouble looming ahead.
Supposed to go see some Jean Genet, but not sure if I'm up for it.
Must try to stay sane.
Supposed to go see some Jean Genet, but not sure if I'm up for it.
Must try to stay sane.
Friday, November 21, 2003
1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
- Not lose my job, not lose my mind, to succesfully cancel my gym membership, not gain weight, remember the rules of Backgammon
2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
- There's usually a reason why I lose contact with people, so I think things are fine the way they are
3. List five things you'd like to learn how to do.
- Use Dreamweaver, sleep less, play violin, dance ballet, speak ALL languages in the world
4. List five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).
- Travel, give to charity, quit job, shop, watch the wind blow
5. List five things you do that help you relax.
- Meditate, hibernate, digest...touch, watch...
Friday Five
- Not lose my job, not lose my mind, to succesfully cancel my gym membership, not gain weight, remember the rules of Backgammon
2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
- There's usually a reason why I lose contact with people, so I think things are fine the way they are
3. List five things you'd like to learn how to do.
- Use Dreamweaver, sleep less, play violin, dance ballet, speak ALL languages in the world
4. List five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).
- Travel, give to charity, quit job, shop, watch the wind blow
5. List five things you do that help you relax.
- Meditate, hibernate, digest...touch, watch...
Friday Five
When I was a teenager, with pain in my heart and Cure in my head (!), I would spend most of my time listening to music, pouting. This was before the emergence of the fabulous CD-player (God, that makes me feel old), not to mention the internet, so I would record music onto tapes from the radio. In a sea of sugar-coated and mindblowingly stupid rubbish, on Sunday nights, there was a program on the radio called P4 in P1, a night dedicated to all sorts of people, but mainly the young, a youth program, full of stories and music and helplines and things that was relevant and interesting and often heart-breakingly painful. Kids would pour their hearts out to the best agony aunt ever, the divine Ms Tine Bryld, and the music would make you spin with delight and wonder. Part of this evening would be Det Elektriske Barometer (the electric barometer), a hitlist of sorts, voted for by listeners, along with tasters of new songs, not necessarily the kind played on mainstream radio.
Perhaps this program even saved me from the fickle world of pop?
Anyway, apparently there are now talks about killing off this hitlist, much to my dismay. Who is now going to educate the Danish kids?
- So go on, sign the petition here.
(As seen on CPHBlog)
The Queen and the Bush for dinner at the ambassador's house, preventing me from walking freely in Regent's Park. Wonder if they had Ferrero Rocher. And definitely doing their bit for individual freedom.
And Johnny Depp has been named The Sexiest Man Alive. As if we didn't know.
Perhaps this program even saved me from the fickle world of pop?
Anyway, apparently there are now talks about killing off this hitlist, much to my dismay. Who is now going to educate the Danish kids?
- So go on, sign the petition here.
(As seen on CPHBlog)
The Queen and the Bush for dinner at the ambassador's house, preventing me from walking freely in Regent's Park. Wonder if they had Ferrero Rocher. And definitely doing their bit for individual freedom.
And Johnny Depp has been named The Sexiest Man Alive. As if we didn't know.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Sunday, November 16, 2003
The thing about Champagne:
It builds up gradually, making you drunk without making you aggressive, tired, moody, whiney or otherwise. Champagne makes you friendly and giggly and gives you a buzz in the head and a spin in your feet.
Great combinations are:
Champagne and oysters
Champagne and strawberries
Bellinis
Champagne and cigarettes
Champagne at the Aquarium
The Guardian has named the 40 best directors in the world now. See for yourself if you agree. I feel largely positive, although not surprised (The Guardian is quite predictable sometimes).
It builds up gradually, making you drunk without making you aggressive, tired, moody, whiney or otherwise. Champagne makes you friendly and giggly and gives you a buzz in the head and a spin in your feet.
Great combinations are:
Champagne and oysters
Champagne and strawberries
Bellinis
Champagne and cigarettes
Champagne at the Aquarium
The Guardian has named the 40 best directors in the world now. See for yourself if you agree. I feel largely positive, although not surprised (The Guardian is quite predictable sometimes).
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Well, what can I say?
Or, rather, where should I start?
I'm trying to cancel my gym-membership, which is harder than one should think, although I had heard rumours...
Charlotte: - Hi, I would like to cancel my membership (smiles)
Receptionist: - We need that in writing (pouts)
Charlotte: - Oh, but yes, I've brought a letter, is this okay? (Hahaha! Gotcha!)
Receptionist: - Did you put your phone number on it? (triumphant glare)
Charlotte: - Ehm...no...what do you need that for? (becomes suspicious)
Receptionist: - Well, someone is going to ring you sometime next week (sniggers)
Charlotte: - What for? I just want to cancel my membership...?
Receptionist: - Anyway, it is too late for December, we can only cancel you in January, now. (Gets bored, starts flirting with man on treadmill)
Charlotte: - But...why??? (Lower lip aquiver)
Receptionist: - You have to give notice before the 7th November
Charlotte: - But it doesn't say anywhere in the contract...
Receptionist: - She'll ring you next week
Charlotte: *ponders*, pulls out a large gorilla from inside pocket, lets him loose on unsuspecting receptionist...(No...too disgusting...)
- pulls out large automatic weapon and shoots everybody in gym (No...I'm a pacifist...)
- pulls out Pop Idol CD and plays very loud until all have surrendered (No...too cruel...)
- nods quietly and leaves, defeated.
So, that was Saturday. Later Saturday I was the witness to a sad, sad incident;
The Matrix Revolutions.
It's long. And boring. And a complete anti-climax. So there.
I miss reading.
More.
Than I do now.
And what do we want for Christmas?
- Radiohead in complete control of the BBC. As it is now, we must settle for a week on BBC 6 Music.
I just knew he was a friendly guy: Hi Jon!
Or, rather, where should I start?
I'm trying to cancel my gym-membership, which is harder than one should think, although I had heard rumours...
Charlotte: - Hi, I would like to cancel my membership (smiles)
Receptionist: - We need that in writing (pouts)
Charlotte: - Oh, but yes, I've brought a letter, is this okay? (Hahaha! Gotcha!)
Receptionist: - Did you put your phone number on it? (triumphant glare)
Charlotte: - Ehm...no...what do you need that for? (becomes suspicious)
Receptionist: - Well, someone is going to ring you sometime next week (sniggers)
Charlotte: - What for? I just want to cancel my membership...?
Receptionist: - Anyway, it is too late for December, we can only cancel you in January, now. (Gets bored, starts flirting with man on treadmill)
Charlotte: - But...why??? (Lower lip aquiver)
Receptionist: - You have to give notice before the 7th November
Charlotte: - But it doesn't say anywhere in the contract...
Receptionist: - She'll ring you next week
Charlotte: *ponders*, pulls out a large gorilla from inside pocket, lets him loose on unsuspecting receptionist...(No...too disgusting...)
- pulls out large automatic weapon and shoots everybody in gym (No...I'm a pacifist...)
- pulls out Pop Idol CD and plays very loud until all have surrendered (No...too cruel...)
- nods quietly and leaves, defeated.
So, that was Saturday. Later Saturday I was the witness to a sad, sad incident;
The Matrix Revolutions.
It's long. And boring. And a complete anti-climax. So there.
I miss reading.
More.
Than I do now.
And what do we want for Christmas?
- Radiohead in complete control of the BBC. As it is now, we must settle for a week on BBC 6 Music.
I just knew he was a friendly guy: Hi Jon!
Saturday, November 08, 2003
There are things to be bought and clothes to be washed. I've got to cancel my gym-membership and say goodbye to good friends. There's lunch to be eaten (although I may just skip that and go straight to dinner) and showers to be had and people to call and trains to be caught.
Somehow working seems to take life away and leave you with a condensed life in the weekend, in which you have to do all the things you can't when you work. I was never meant for working life.
Gotta rush.
Somehow working seems to take life away and leave you with a condensed life in the weekend, in which you have to do all the things you can't when you work. I was never meant for working life.
Gotta rush.
Friday, November 07, 2003
The Friday Five:
1. What food do you like that most people hate?
- Baked beans in tomato sauce (although most Brits like that, so I guess that doesn't really count)
2. What food do you hate that most people love?
- I generally don't hate food, although I can easily do without coriander and celery
3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?
- Tom Cruise
4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find
attractive?
- Steve Buschemi
5. What popular trend baffles you?
- Most popular trends baffle me. Text messaging. Carrying your key in one of those back-stage pass-y things. Reality TV. Christina Aguilera. Orlando Bloom.
A proper post will follow tomorrow.
*Falls asleep over keyboard, wakes up drenched in drool, short circuits computer, explodes*
1. What food do you like that most people hate?
- Baked beans in tomato sauce (although most Brits like that, so I guess that doesn't really count)
2. What food do you hate that most people love?
- I generally don't hate food, although I can easily do without coriander and celery
3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?
- Tom Cruise
4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find
attractive?
- Steve Buschemi
5. What popular trend baffles you?
- Most popular trends baffle me. Text messaging. Carrying your key in one of those back-stage pass-y things. Reality TV. Christina Aguilera. Orlando Bloom.
A proper post will follow tomorrow.
*Falls asleep over keyboard, wakes up drenched in drool, short circuits computer, explodes*
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Tomorrow night is bonfire night (or Guy Fawkes) and I can be found at The Bull & Gate in Kentish Town, where my boyfriend's band is playing.
Drop by, if you fancy a night of fun! (Except that we are all part of the great British work-force, and must go home in order to get up early Thursday morning, and be productive.)
Drop by, if you fancy a night of fun! (Except that we are all part of the great British work-force, and must go home in order to get up early Thursday morning, and be productive.)
Monday, November 03, 2003
I've got an Oyster-card!
Not really reason for jubilation, I hear you say, but for a lazy person, who loves gadgets, the Oyster-card is a blessing. Not only can you now use public transportation without having to lift more than a finger, but it is fun at the same time - and it makes you look cool.
Compare, if you will, the old days of pocket-fumbling, finger-twisting, hand-chafing misery, more often than not resulting in weird ticket-paper-cuts, to the slick technology of today. Grab the plastic pocket, swish it swiftly across the electronic thingy and whoops - you're free to go. No friction, no bending, no sweaty palms.
Public transport, here I come!
Not really reason for jubilation, I hear you say, but for a lazy person, who loves gadgets, the Oyster-card is a blessing. Not only can you now use public transportation without having to lift more than a finger, but it is fun at the same time - and it makes you look cool.
Compare, if you will, the old days of pocket-fumbling, finger-twisting, hand-chafing misery, more often than not resulting in weird ticket-paper-cuts, to the slick technology of today. Grab the plastic pocket, swish it swiftly across the electronic thingy and whoops - you're free to go. No friction, no bending, no sweaty palms.
Public transport, here I come!
Saturday, November 01, 2003
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