Sunday, March 20, 2005
I think i'm going to have to put this blog on hold for a while. Not that I have been posting that much recently , but I consider, almost every day, a post or two, only for me to discard the idea due to various more or less annoying issues in my life, none of which directly related to the actual blog/blogging experience/interweb.
On a practical note, I'm also a bit bored with green and my template and all that shit, but neither have time nor energy to change it.
A great part of my life thoroughly sucks at the moment and before I've got that sorted out, I'm no use to the blogging world.
On a postive note: Rufus Wainwright can definitely make you relax (if you let him) and Paul Bettany can come around any time he'd like.
On a practical note, I'm also a bit bored with green and my template and all that shit, but neither have time nor energy to change it.
A great part of my life thoroughly sucks at the moment and before I've got that sorted out, I'm no use to the blogging world.
On a postive note: Rufus Wainwright can definitely make you relax (if you let him) and Paul Bettany can come around any time he'd like.
Monday, March 14, 2005
I don't come around very often any more. Life takes over in that special way that only life can - keeps me on my toes and buries me in an NW/SE axis.
But once in a while, like today, life has mercy on me and places me suddenly slap bang in the middle of the Gate, usually right outside the yellow bookshop that seems to be open every hour of the day.
The shops change frequently and are becoming more and more gentrified, most aspiring to become the new BBB which in itself is not that hip anymore at all but you'd have to live there to know. Mariella Frostrup still lives around the corner along with most celebrities who see themselves too earthy for and superior to the warped art-puppies who have relocated to Shoreditch a long time ago.
The area has choked on its own uber-trendiness and caters now mainly for Spanish and Italian people who like the laid-back life in the slow lane, coffee in hand, fag in close proximity, smoking itself in a makeshift ashtray.
I still consider it home, though. I have tonnes of memories that relate to the area, to that shop, to this offie.
The shops change frequently but the people never - I can stay away for 6 months and come back and find someone in the place where I last saw him, wearing the same kind of clothes, still looking bored and gorgeous. And I feel myself losening up and chatting and swirling my hair, just like the tall bohogirls who have got the latest model mobilephone and boyfriend.
It's about feeling comfortable in what is known and excited about the unknown, as opposed to where I live at present where the known and the unknown is equally dreary, the dangerous just scary and not exciting, and the exciting limited to finding out that it is my lucky day and my supermarked actually stocks fennel.
But once in a while, like today, life has mercy on me and places me suddenly slap bang in the middle of the Gate, usually right outside the yellow bookshop that seems to be open every hour of the day.
The shops change frequently and are becoming more and more gentrified, most aspiring to become the new BBB which in itself is not that hip anymore at all but you'd have to live there to know. Mariella Frostrup still lives around the corner along with most celebrities who see themselves too earthy for and superior to the warped art-puppies who have relocated to Shoreditch a long time ago.
The area has choked on its own uber-trendiness and caters now mainly for Spanish and Italian people who like the laid-back life in the slow lane, coffee in hand, fag in close proximity, smoking itself in a makeshift ashtray.
I still consider it home, though. I have tonnes of memories that relate to the area, to that shop, to this offie.
The shops change frequently but the people never - I can stay away for 6 months and come back and find someone in the place where I last saw him, wearing the same kind of clothes, still looking bored and gorgeous. And I feel myself losening up and chatting and swirling my hair, just like the tall bohogirls who have got the latest model mobilephone and boyfriend.
It's about feeling comfortable in what is known and excited about the unknown, as opposed to where I live at present where the known and the unknown is equally dreary, the dangerous just scary and not exciting, and the exciting limited to finding out that it is my lucky day and my supermarked actually stocks fennel.
Friday, March 11, 2005
*Hums quietly to self whilst swatting invisible flies*
Am turning into Cousin Dell.
My formative years never really, well, stopped, as formative years usually do. Likewise my teenage protestations against this and that and whatever else comes along. At the moment I am painfully aware of generation gaps, cultural differences, class systems and all other disintegrations within society. Or, the multiple societies which co-exist in the world.
I never liked being told what to do. This can usually be dealt with by deciding not to participate in certain things, or eating ones annoyance, plastering on a fake smile and/or air of good humour and play along nicely with the other kids. The problems obviously occur when one needs advice from someone, asks for advice, and then gets advice that one doesn't like.
See how I've reverted to third person there?
I never liked being told that something wasn't possible. To this day I believe that kids need to be encouraged - unless they want to jump from a very tall building or eat chips all day (there's a Jamie Oliver discussion in there, but I'll get to that another day). I think kids need to be made aware of their limitations but certainly and even more so their abilities - so that if you don't have what it takes to be a concert pianist you may still be able to climb Mount Everest.
I always hated the 'but nobody else does that'- argument. Variations over this could be: 'but that's how everyone else does that' or 'that is just not done' (by whom one might ask). I just don't think that this is reason enough for me to be discouraged from doing something fun/harmless/beneficial for me.
I feel that this is the one thing I have fought for all my life - acknowledgment that maybe I would be able to do this and maybe that would be nice - even though other people don't do it that way.
Too abstract for ya? - Still in my formative years and will not be able to divulge any further...yet.
Am turning into Cousin Dell.
My formative years never really, well, stopped, as formative years usually do. Likewise my teenage protestations against this and that and whatever else comes along. At the moment I am painfully aware of generation gaps, cultural differences, class systems and all other disintegrations within society. Or, the multiple societies which co-exist in the world.
I never liked being told what to do. This can usually be dealt with by deciding not to participate in certain things, or eating ones annoyance, plastering on a fake smile and/or air of good humour and play along nicely with the other kids. The problems obviously occur when one needs advice from someone, asks for advice, and then gets advice that one doesn't like.
See how I've reverted to third person there?
I never liked being told that something wasn't possible. To this day I believe that kids need to be encouraged - unless they want to jump from a very tall building or eat chips all day (there's a Jamie Oliver discussion in there, but I'll get to that another day). I think kids need to be made aware of their limitations but certainly and even more so their abilities - so that if you don't have what it takes to be a concert pianist you may still be able to climb Mount Everest.
I always hated the 'but nobody else does that'- argument. Variations over this could be: 'but that's how everyone else does that' or 'that is just not done' (by whom one might ask). I just don't think that this is reason enough for me to be discouraged from doing something fun/harmless/beneficial for me.
I feel that this is the one thing I have fought for all my life - acknowledgment that maybe I would be able to do this and maybe that would be nice - even though other people don't do it that way.
Too abstract for ya? - Still in my formative years and will not be able to divulge any further...yet.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
He doesn't want to write anymore?
No.
Why not?
He didn't say.
Is he still writing poetry?
Apparently.
So he is still writing, then.
...
I guess he's -
Writing poetry-
Mmm.
...
Okay then.
No.
Why not?
He didn't say.
Is he still writing poetry?
Apparently.
So he is still writing, then.
...
I guess he's -
Writing poetry-
Mmm.
...
Okay then.
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