Friday, February 25, 2005
Just checking in to say -
Hello.
I'm alive.
Still getting used to contacts which means that I am blurry-eyed and bleary-eyed, and my, did I never notice those bags underneath until I spent a day without glasses...
Quick plug, now that The Woodsman has gone on general release - please go see.
Got appointment with Kinsey next week, which should be interesting.
After having entered data for half a day I am feeling slightly nauseous and unintested in the interweb. Thankfully there's more to my dayjob than this.
Celebrating a friend's birthday tonight, snowfall allowing, which should be nice after a day spent with aliens.
Hello.
I'm alive.
Still getting used to contacts which means that I am blurry-eyed and bleary-eyed, and my, did I never notice those bags underneath until I spent a day without glasses...
Quick plug, now that The Woodsman has gone on general release - please go see.
Got appointment with Kinsey next week, which should be interesting.
After having entered data for half a day I am feeling slightly nauseous and unintested in the interweb. Thankfully there's more to my dayjob than this.
Celebrating a friend's birthday tonight, snowfall allowing, which should be nice after a day spent with aliens.
Monday, February 21, 2005
The airport in San Juan is a fine, modern thing, full of bright colors and suntanned people and Latin rhythms blaring from speakers hung on naked girders above the lobby. I walked up a long ramp, carrying my topcoat and my typewriter in one hand, and a small leather bag in the other. The signs led me up another ramp and finally to the coffee shop. As I went in I saw myself in a mirror, looking dirty and disreputable, a pale vagrant with red eyes.
Hunter S.
(Had contact lenses fitted and can't really see properly. Great, when one works in an office. Anticipating a brilliant onslaught of migraine to hit anytime now. I'm quite fond of wearing glasses, but surfing with specs...? And surfing must be, when one goes on honeymoon.)
Hunter S.
(Had contact lenses fitted and can't really see properly. Great, when one works in an office. Anticipating a brilliant onslaught of migraine to hit anytime now. I'm quite fond of wearing glasses, but surfing with specs...? And surfing must be, when one goes on honeymoon.)
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Best bit?
Rowdy, gorgeous Mexican boys.
Worst bit?
It was a bit boring, really, wasn't it? And frankly, the rise and rise of the fiancee of a famous actor leaves me slightly baffled.
Rowdy, gorgeous Mexican boys.
Worst bit?
It was a bit boring, really, wasn't it? And frankly, the rise and rise of the fiancee of a famous actor leaves me slightly baffled.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Right;
A couple of suggestions for the weekend:
Sin City trailer looks pretty good -
Try the Classic IQ test here (beware: you have to pay for the personalised report!):
Charlotte, your IQ score is 122
You are gifted with the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.
etc.
Catch up on the Danish literary canon (and many other texts) on Project Gutenberg.
Get to know Gilles Deleuze on The Internet Encyclopaedia of Philosophy.
Watch the BAFTAs tonight on BBC, in the good company of Stephen Fry
Read an Arthur Miller play, such as The Crucible.
Death of a Salesman plays at the Lyric from 10th May 2005 - get ye to the ticketstall.
A couple of suggestions for the weekend:
Sin City trailer looks pretty good -
Try the Classic IQ test here (beware: you have to pay for the personalised report!):
Charlotte, your IQ score is 122
You are gifted with the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.
etc.
Catch up on the Danish literary canon (and many other texts) on Project Gutenberg.
Get to know Gilles Deleuze on The Internet Encyclopaedia of Philosophy.
Watch the BAFTAs tonight on BBC, in the good company of Stephen Fry
Read an Arthur Miller play, such as The Crucible.
Death of a Salesman plays at the Lyric from 10th May 2005 - get ye to the ticketstall.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
I kinda want to write something about the Danish elections. But I don't think I can. I think I've said all I can say, and I am now dry and tired and disillusioned. However, I'm not really that surprised.
Another four years in Blighty for me, then.
Another four years in Blighty for me, then.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Sometimes you meet people with whom you are not bound to, for various reasons, maintain any kind of relationship.
I have now met E. four times over the last year and a bit and spoken to him on the phone a couple of times. These are work-related circumstances and due to the nature of my job, less pleasant occasions for him than for me. I now do not have any reason to see him any more and will only speak to him if I happen to pick up the phone when (and if) he rings. Not that it means anything in the greater scheme of things but I have a feeling that it is a shame - that we could potentially become great friends. However, since he is based in Aberdeen (the accent, the accent) and we have lost that common ground that we have had so far, it is highly unlikely that we will ever get to know each other.
Other than that: had a surreal and brief conversation with a colleague about Donald Judd and sweaters. Unfortunately H. only comes in once a week, 'cause she's quite fun and straightforward and brave and creative and interesting. Everything that my job otherwise isn't.
I have now met E. four times over the last year and a bit and spoken to him on the phone a couple of times. These are work-related circumstances and due to the nature of my job, less pleasant occasions for him than for me. I now do not have any reason to see him any more and will only speak to him if I happen to pick up the phone when (and if) he rings. Not that it means anything in the greater scheme of things but I have a feeling that it is a shame - that we could potentially become great friends. However, since he is based in Aberdeen (the accent, the accent) and we have lost that common ground that we have had so far, it is highly unlikely that we will ever get to know each other.
Other than that: had a surreal and brief conversation with a colleague about Donald Judd and sweaters. Unfortunately H. only comes in once a week, 'cause she's quite fun and straightforward and brave and creative and interesting. Everything that my job otherwise isn't.
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