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'Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.'
-simply wonderful.
nostalgia.
I will never believe anyone that doesn't wishthey would always be 16.
(pictures i found poking through old
photobucket albulms&2 from Christian's mummy)
Retrospectively.
I am an idiot. i wish i had never done a lot of things, like obssess and therefore ruin things for other people. at the time it seemed like a great idea .end of really. however now i shall obssess over how to make up for being so idiotic and send imaginary parcels and pretend messages to anyone who i have been an idiot too. if only i had the cash to send real ones. or the nerve. yeesh. oh good obssessing again.
oh and..what shall i do next? anyone who is up for a good old chat about what i really want to do/where i want to go, i'd appreciate it greatly. ta.
oh and..what shall i do next? anyone who is up for a good old chat about what i really want to do/where i want to go, i'd appreciate it greatly. ta.
if being 'cool' means having money. i am one heck of a loser. although there is probably no amount of money that would make me cool. even if i used it to buy 'cool' friends i would always be a tea sipping loser who laughs at words in the thesaurus.
laughing; breezy, in spirits, in a good humour, unrepining, optimistic, hopeful, bouyant, resilient, irrepressible, carefree, light-hearted, debonair; bouncing, pert, jaunty, perky, chirpy, spirited, sprightly, vivacious, animated, vital, sparkling etc.
point proven?
laughing; breezy, in spirits, in a good humour, unrepining, optimistic, hopeful, bouyant, resilient, irrepressible, carefree, light-hearted, debonair; bouncing, pert, jaunty, perky, chirpy, spirited, sprightly, vivacious, animated, vital, sparkling etc.
point proven?
RND 2009
i love red nose day. if it is true that barely any of the money raised actually gets to the charities (after funding, costs, governments etc) then at least it raises awareness and everyone is irreversably happy for an evening. i dont believe i'm patriotic, but rnd is one of my favourite evenings on the english calender so to speak& im proud to pay £1 for piece of plastic and some stickers if it makes me happy believing that it makes a difference.
Wrong.
I take back everything and anything I ever said about chivalry. broad daylight and some chav with a pram and a baby just shouted 'hey sexy' at me. men are pigs.
smallprint: Christian you are exempt from this.I like when you open the car door for me to get in. you are charming, not a pig.
smallprint: Christian you are exempt from this.I like when you open the car door for me to get in. you are charming, not a pig.
Alice's adventures in the theatre
This morning, in yet another attempt to try something different (ps. usually doesnt work out, have decided im not MAD enough..this is a private joke with myself&my friend, about my lack of spontaneity-proven here by my organising of doing different things...its all very catch-22..and baffles me, let alone anyone else) I sauntered along to a director's workshop at the Theatre Royal, for the hit political drama Gethsemane. Little did I know, we would have to stage a small production of the first scene for the director(someone high up in The National in London), using our finest acting skills, and an imaginary budget. wait what's that? acting skills. yes, precisely. And were the other people professional actors? i should think so. Needless to say, once the production was over, i scuttled out of there pretty fast. but not without buying a ticket for tonight's real performance. perhaps I'll be able to provide some valuable tips to the real cast. yeesh.
Having a coke with you
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
-I really enjoy this Frank O'Hara poem.
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
-I really enjoy this Frank O'Hara poem.
Sundays
Sundays have become my favourite day of the week, perfect for doing nothing and everything all in one. This morning I took a trip to the flea market, it's amazing how the minute the train moved out of the city centre & into the rural/coastal area of Newcastle, my mood changed completely. Someone yesterday described me as 'inwardly jolly' or 'jolly in a quiet way' & all of a sudden I became one of those overly joyous people, who i often complain about. Having said this, I'm glad to be back to my previous quiet and content state, with my new purchase of a 1950's publication of 'Little Women' and 'Good Wives' and a cup of tea. Louisa M Alcott-you know where it's at. If only 'awful' was still an awful thing to say, and a good pair of gloves was a girl's major worry. Life would be sweet.
-Doesn't she look cosy on my shelf? 'Pretentious-moi?'
feminist? no way..
Last night, out, someone approached me and asked if he 'may have the next dance'. granted he had a beard and was holding a triple vodka red bull, (here I add I politely declined) but still, (and I know this sounds like a desperate grab at something) its nice to know that chivalry and politeness may not be dead.
holiday weekend
1 x 4am train home
1 x new haircut and lunch with Mum
1 x reunion with Christian (Fawlty Towers & G&T)
1 x reunion with Harry (broken back & new dog)
1 x The Big Lebowski & sleepover with Christian
1 x trying to convince the dog to walk around the fields
1 x nap on the sofa
1 x trip to The Bull
1 x Sunday lunch (yum)
1 x rest of The Big Lebowski (fell asleep halfway through before)
1 x goodbye to Christian (surprisingly undramatic-i must be maturing)
1 x full nights sleep in a comfy bed
1 x road trip and visit to Lakeside with Mum (1 x new waistcoat)
1 x plane journey to Newcastle
= I love home.
1 x new haircut and lunch with Mum
1 x reunion with Christian (Fawlty Towers & G&T)
1 x reunion with Harry (broken back & new dog)
1 x The Big Lebowski & sleepover with Christian
1 x trying to convince the dog to walk around the fields
1 x nap on the sofa
1 x trip to The Bull
1 x Sunday lunch (yum)
1 x rest of The Big Lebowski (fell asleep halfway through before)
1 x goodbye to Christian (surprisingly undramatic-i must be maturing)
1 x full nights sleep in a comfy bed
1 x road trip and visit to Lakeside with Mum (1 x new waistcoat)
1 x plane journey to Newcastle
= I love home.
Easy Virtue.
'Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues and this is mine: I am one of the most honest people I know.
-Nick Carroway in The Great Gatsby.
-Nick Carroway in The Great Gatsby.
- prudence
- justice
- temperance
- courage
- (faith)
- (hope)
- (charity)
Wouldn't it be splendid to suspect yourself of all of them? I'd like to believe that my nearest and dearest possess a combination of all these things as I'm finding it hard to connect each virtue with one person alone.
This is a very good thing.
'A nice cup of tea'
A Nice Cup of Tea
By George Orwell, Evening Standard, 12 January 1946.
By George Orwell, Evening Standard, 12 January 1946.
If you look up 'tea' in the first cookery book that comes to hand you will probably find that it is unmentioned; or at most you will find a few lines of sketchy instructions which give no ruling on several of the most important points.
This is curious, not only because tea is one of the main stays of civilization in this country, as well as in Eire, Australia and New Zealand, but because the best manner of making it is the subject of violent disputes.
When I look through my own recipe for the perfect cup of tea, I find no fewer than eleven outstanding points. On perhaps two of them there would be pretty general agreement, but at least four others are acutely controversial. Here are my own eleven rules, every one of which I regard as golden:
This is curious, not only because tea is one of the main stays of civilization in this country, as well as in Eire, Australia and New Zealand, but because the best manner of making it is the subject of violent disputes.
When I look through my own recipe for the perfect cup of tea, I find no fewer than eleven outstanding points. On perhaps two of them there would be pretty general agreement, but at least four others are acutely controversial. Here are my own eleven rules, every one of which I regard as golden:
First of all, one should use Indian or Ceylonese tea. China tea has virtues which are not to be despised nowadays — it is economical, and one can drink it without milk — but there is not much stimulation in it. One does not feel wiser, braver or more optimistic after drinking it. Anyone who has used that comforting phrase 'a nice cup of tea' invariably means Indian tea.
Secondly, tea should be made in small quantities — that is, in a teapot. Tea out of an urn is always tasteless, while army tea, made in a cauldron, tastes of grease and whitewash. The teapot should be made of china or earthenware. Silver or Britanniaware teapots produce inferior tea and enamel pots are worse; though curiously enough a pewter teapot (a rarity nowadays) is not so bad.
Thirdly, the pot should be warmed beforehand. This is better done by placing it on the hob than by the usual method of swilling it out with hot water.
Fourthly, the tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right. In a time of rationing, this is not an idea that can be realized on every day of the week, but I maintain that one strong cup of tea is better than twenty weak ones. All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes — a fact which is recognized in the extra ration issued to old-age pensioners.
Fifthly, the tea should be put straight into the pot. No strainers, muslin bags or other devices to imprison the tea. In some countries teapots are fitted with little dangling baskets under the spout to catch the stray leaves, which are supposed to be harmful. Actually one can swallow tea-leaves in considerable quantities without ill effect, and if the tea is not loose in the pot it never infuses properly.
Sixthly, one should take the teapot to the kettle and not the other way about. The water should be actually boiling at the moment of impact, which means that one should keep it on the flame while one pours. Some people add that one should only use water that has been freshly brought to the boil, but I have never noticed that it makes any difference.
Seventhly, after making the tea, one should stir it, or better, give the pot a good shake, afterwards allowing the leaves to settle.
Eighthly, one should drink out of a good breakfast cup — that is, the cylindrical type of cup, not the flat, shallow type. The breakfast cup holds more, and with the other kind one's tea is always half cold before one has well started on it.
Ninthly, one should pour the cream off the milk before using it for tea. Milk that is too creamy always gives tea a sickly taste.
Tenthly, one should pour tea into the cup first. This is one of the most controversial points of all; indeed in every family in Britain there are probably two schools of thought on the subject. The milk-first school can bring forward some fairly strong arguments, but I maintain that my own argument is unanswerable. This is that, by putting the tea in first and stirring as one pours, one can exactly regulate the amount of milk whereas one is liable to put in too much milk if one does it the other way round.
Lastly, tea — unless one is drinking it in the Russian style — should be drunk without sugar. I know very well that I am in a minority here. But still, how can you call yourself a true tealover if you destroy the flavour of your tea by putting sugar in it? It would be equally reasonable to put in pepper or salt. Tea is meant to be bitter, just as beer is meant to be bitter. If you sweeten it, you are no longer tasting the tea, you are merely tasting the sugar; you could make a very similar drink by dissolving sugar in plain hot water.
Some people would answer that they don't like tea in itself, that they only drink it in order to be warmed and stimulated, and they need sugar to take the taste away. To those misguided people I would say: Try drinking tea without sugar for, say, a fortnight and it is very unlikely that you will ever want to ruin your tea by sweetening it again.
These are not the only controversial points to arise in connexion with tea drinking, but they are sufficient to show how subtilized the whole business has become. There is also the mysterious social etiquette surrounding the teapot (why is it considered vulgar to drink out of your saucer, for instance?) and much might be written about the subsidiary uses of tealeaves, such as telling fortunes, predicting the arrival of visitors, feeding rabbits, healing burns and sweeping the carpet. It is worth paying attention to such details as warming the pot and using water that is really boiling, so as to make quite sure of wringing out of one's ration the twenty good, strong cups of that two ounces, properly handled, ought to represent.
This makes me laugh. sheer genius and simplicity all at the same time. How eloquent.
Huckleberry Boring.
I don’t exactly pretend to be a connoisseur of American Literature, but after having (very sporadically) read Huckleberry Finn I find myself stunned and I admit amused that this novel is often believed to be the novel from which all other American Literature is stemmed. If this is in fact the case, then ‘oh dear’. I mean, in terms of centuries Mark Twain only wrote this, dare I say it, dull and perhaps slightly racist novel, only a short time before the likes of F Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway came on the scene, and although they may not have ‘stemmed’ American Literature either, I would go as far as to say they are much more influential and, contrary to Huck Finn, in reading their work one might actually find a profound insight into American character and culture.
There. I said it.
Next novel: Joseph Conrad’s, ‘Heart of Darkness’ . Any excuse to watch Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now. Joy.
There. I said it.
Next novel: Joseph Conrad’s, ‘Heart of Darkness’ . Any excuse to watch Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now. Joy.
ah melancholy.
'Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howling winds'
Nothing i love more on melancholy days than this song in all its various versions, esp. this cover:
Wonderful.
with love.
I love England when it snows. All the transport roads, schools etc shut down, and the whole country gets into a state of panic. I'm pretending to be snowed in so I can sit in reading my book and feeling nostalgic all day.
My Canon
During an extremely dull lecture on Bloom's Literary Canon, My dear friend Isobel and I constructed our very own canon. (a canon being a list of literary figures deemed to be superfluous) this list took about an hour to construct, and here it is, (in no particular order-except Shakespeare being the core)
T.S Elliot, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Anne Frank,McEwan,Hardy,Keats, Dickens, Tolstoy, Angela Carter, Hemingway, Dahl, Carol Anne Duffy (early poetry), D.H. Lawrence, McArthy, Isabel Allende, Vladimir Nabokov.
What a wonderful hour. Love being a geek.
T.S Elliot, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Anne Frank,McEwan,Hardy,Keats, Dickens, Tolstoy, Angela Carter, Hemingway, Dahl, Carol Anne Duffy (early poetry), D.H. Lawrence, McArthy, Isabel Allende, Vladimir Nabokov.
What a wonderful hour. Love being a geek.
1. When I was about 5 or 6, I had a recurring dream in which a tall women dressed head-to-toe in a peach ‘Princess Jasmine’ outfit, with matching peach talons and a peach toy helicopter on her head would chase me relentlessly around the playground. Every week we’d be marched ‘en crocodile’ to the village library for group reading, and my friend and I would discuss this horrible woman and how she had kept us both up at night. I cried when I found out my friend had been lying to impress me, she really had no idea what I’d been talking about, I was so disappointed I don’t think I ever really spoke to her again.
2. I have only recently discovered how wonderful the thesaurus is. This holiday I found my mum’s copy from 1974, it says Sharon Pringle in it, meaning it must be old because she hadn’t even met my dad, and I wasn’t even a twinkle in anyone’s eye. I just love the preface in which it explains ‘How to Use this Book’. ‘It is assumed you have an idea or meaning to express but cannot think of a satisfactory word for it, therefore desiring access to a wider range of vocabulary which may contain or suggest the word you are looking for. You turn to your Thesaurus.’ How very true and very splendid.
3. (re. No2) Splendid, sublime, superb, fine, excellent, grand, noble, rich, gorgeous, florid, bright, resplendent, dazzling, radiating, glossy, polished, magnificent, specious, showy, ornate, wonderful..etc etc..all of these significantly more ‘dazzling’ than a simple, plain ‘nice’.
4. I love to walk. Everywhere. And sometimes measure distance by how many songs I can listen to on my iPod. Although it is really just a way of covering up not knowing how many yards are in a mile etc. It is on average 6 songs from my halls to my uni.
5. I can think reasonably intelligent things in my head, but find it hard to express them by means of paper or discussion, often making them well kept little secrets.
6. I am very sentimental and keep everything. Cinema tickets, letters, photos, doodles on scrap bits of paper. You name it, it will be safely stored in a box somewhere in my room.
7. I hate meanness. The thought of people talking behind my back makes me nervous and frustrated. I try really hard to not bear any grudges and be indifferent. Usually it works quite well I think/hope.
8. I love supermarket shopping. Any excuse. Seriously.
9. I also love comfort foods, the best thing about the winter is soup, fish pie, tea and muffins, tea and toast, hot cross buns. Anything that makes you feel warm.
10. Going for coffee is one of my favourite things to do even if you have to drive 20 minutes to do so, it’s always worth the effort.
11. I have read The Great Gatsby at least 4 times, every time I can find something new that I love to underline and try to remember. It is my ‘in between books’ book, and I love everything about it.
12. Last year I travelled through South-East Asia and South America by myself. When people ask me why I went on my own, I still don’t really know the answer, it seemed like a good idea and it really was, I always recommend travelling alone, but can never really support my reasoning. I guess I just like to be alone. I definitely did not ‘find myself’-worst nightmare=people being caught up in gap year lifestyle, becoming ‘hippies’ before returning home and back to their usual selves. Not cool.
13. I got my first pair of glasses when I was four. I still have them and they still are so big they frame not only my eyes, but also my eyebrows. Mum says they were fashionable, but I think she just always wanted geeky children.
14. I love the post office. I am quite anal about wrapping, writing little letters, buying stamps, and posting things. I genuinely believe it will be a good day when any form of post is waiting for me.
15. I let someone else pick my university, my halls and my course for me. This has led me to only ever want to make decisions for myself, and is definitely something I have learned from.
16. I always sleep during the day. I don’t consider it unproductive, I think of it as decadent. I just love it, with someone or on my own, for 10 minutes or 2 hours, I always wake up satisfied. I believe I am aging before my time.
2. I have only recently discovered how wonderful the thesaurus is. This holiday I found my mum’s copy from 1974, it says Sharon Pringle in it, meaning it must be old because she hadn’t even met my dad, and I wasn’t even a twinkle in anyone’s eye. I just love the preface in which it explains ‘How to Use this Book’. ‘It is assumed you have an idea or meaning to express but cannot think of a satisfactory word for it, therefore desiring access to a wider range of vocabulary which may contain or suggest the word you are looking for. You turn to your Thesaurus.’ How very true and very splendid.
3. (re. No2) Splendid, sublime, superb, fine, excellent, grand, noble, rich, gorgeous, florid, bright, resplendent, dazzling, radiating, glossy, polished, magnificent, specious, showy, ornate, wonderful..etc etc..all of these significantly more ‘dazzling’ than a simple, plain ‘nice’.
4. I love to walk. Everywhere. And sometimes measure distance by how many songs I can listen to on my iPod. Although it is really just a way of covering up not knowing how many yards are in a mile etc. It is on average 6 songs from my halls to my uni.
5. I can think reasonably intelligent things in my head, but find it hard to express them by means of paper or discussion, often making them well kept little secrets.
6. I am very sentimental and keep everything. Cinema tickets, letters, photos, doodles on scrap bits of paper. You name it, it will be safely stored in a box somewhere in my room.
7. I hate meanness. The thought of people talking behind my back makes me nervous and frustrated. I try really hard to not bear any grudges and be indifferent. Usually it works quite well I think/hope.
8. I love supermarket shopping. Any excuse. Seriously.
9. I also love comfort foods, the best thing about the winter is soup, fish pie, tea and muffins, tea and toast, hot cross buns. Anything that makes you feel warm.
10. Going for coffee is one of my favourite things to do even if you have to drive 20 minutes to do so, it’s always worth the effort.
11. I have read The Great Gatsby at least 4 times, every time I can find something new that I love to underline and try to remember. It is my ‘in between books’ book, and I love everything about it.
12. Last year I travelled through South-East Asia and South America by myself. When people ask me why I went on my own, I still don’t really know the answer, it seemed like a good idea and it really was, I always recommend travelling alone, but can never really support my reasoning. I guess I just like to be alone. I definitely did not ‘find myself’-worst nightmare=people being caught up in gap year lifestyle, becoming ‘hippies’ before returning home and back to their usual selves. Not cool.
13. I got my first pair of glasses when I was four. I still have them and they still are so big they frame not only my eyes, but also my eyebrows. Mum says they were fashionable, but I think she just always wanted geeky children.
14. I love the post office. I am quite anal about wrapping, writing little letters, buying stamps, and posting things. I genuinely believe it will be a good day when any form of post is waiting for me.
15. I let someone else pick my university, my halls and my course for me. This has led me to only ever want to make decisions for myself, and is definitely something I have learned from.
16. I always sleep during the day. I don’t consider it unproductive, I think of it as decadent. I just love it, with someone or on my own, for 10 minutes or 2 hours, I always wake up satisfied. I believe I am aging before my time.
today..
I am reading Thomas Hardy's Jude the Obscure, and listening to She&Him. I have spent approx 2 hours outside, 1 hour roasting vegetables, 30 mins eating houmous, 90 mins reading, 30 mins washing up 20 people's plates, and the rest of the time doing not a lot else. I can't wait for my classes to begin and to start learning new things again... roll on Tuesday
'don't tell me my university days are wasted?!'If I dont get constructive and make lists of things to do..I will just hang out in my room and read books and watch movies, and limit myself to one or two close friends and no other human connections. therefore, I have written a list (also on of the things i will sit in my room and do) of places to go..if i am on a 'short inspirational writing trip' I may as well be a tourist.
Things to do:
- Hadrian's Wall
- Miranda July at the Baltic
- Edinburgh
- Durham
- Laing Gallery
- Life Centre
- Tyneside cinema, Tyneside cinema, Tyneside cinema
- Northern Stage
- Byker (open fires in pubs-novel in the north)
- Southshields Beach
..should keep me busy for a while. luckily my darling sister is coming to stay for a few days. bye boredom.
So it's back to living by myself. (well aside from the other 1049 people in my halls) essentially I am on my own again. feeling a bit down I did, as per usual, turn to Christian for his notorious positive spin, and I quote;
'just pretend youre sylvia plath on a short inspirational writing trip with some newcy brown.'
so that is who I am. I am on an adventure. bye dreary paint and drab curtains. hello something inspirational..just have to find the muse, but seeing as this is an imaginary game it won't be hard.
leaving town.
Getting ready to go.
As I write this, (and for the majority of the time it took me to pack those 2 bags) I am expelling large amounts of air by way of a sigh. happy? sad? god knows. indifferent probably. I'm glad to have people that will visit me.
'I like boring things'
Today we:
and then we:
followed by:
I love these days.
and then we:
followed by:
I love these days.
The Warhol exhibition was definately the best I've been to, I'd say even better than that of the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh (although most of the work came from there, and their differences make them non-comparable). To see 19 (i counted) of his short films all playing in the same room at the same time was outstanding, and this with the other films and voice clips really showed the self-removed voyeurism which to me makes Warhol so interesting;to be such an intrinsic part of all that fame and glamour, yet remain a specatator, I find a very romantic idea.
+ Silver Clouds is always my favourite. <3
Rothko will always be someone who's work I greatly admire and love, I wish I was more 'art educated' to say anything worthwhile or valid in which case I would. but for now, I'll just say it has great power to evoke. evoke what? everything and anything. the longer I gaze, the more I'm mesmerised; by the colour, the space, just 'it'.
Rothko will always be someone who's work I greatly admire and love, I wish I was more 'art educated' to say anything worthwhile or valid in which case I would. but for now, I'll just say it has great power to evoke. evoke what? everything and anything. the longer I gaze, the more I'm mesmerised; by the colour, the space, just 'it'.
First sushi experience, luckily for me Christian knows whats what. and I love.
My Ruby Slippers
Move over Judy.
You know when you just have to buy something utterly outrageous for no reason? These are my latest impulse buy. Someone asked me the other day whether or not it would be justifiable to stop buying their children bread and milk and save the money for shoes. I'm beginning to sway. Whether or not these shoes end up as part of a costume, or I wear them out when I'm feeling particularly flamboyant, I can honestly say, I love you.
And yes. I do know theyre diamante, I just do not care, they're fantastic.
quiet and solitude.
Sometimes I believe the best quality within friends is the ability to just be quiet. As much as I love chatting away aimlessly, usually about not very much in particular, (favourite topics include: whatever I currently have my nose stuck into (this probably bores people senseless), places I have recently enjoyed wandering about in with my dog, (also probably quite boring)quotes from things I cant even remember, and usually how cold, or tired I am-perhaps this is the reason I have a small group of people I would call 'friends') I think two people sitting or walking together, yet thinking their own thoughts are sometimes the most wonderful times. I really value any friendships I have in which I can just be quiet. but that's just me. im quiet.
Recent Activities:
Recent Activities:
Beach trips in English winter time are my favourite.
Perfect for the much loved quiet.
And so much better when someone buys you chips after.
poor bear
Bear & Dylan
Today Christian and I's duck Bear went missing, I expect due to all the ice at the moment a very hungry fox (and foxes are opportunists of course) must have taken her home with him. I know 'cycle of life' and all that, and really it's 'just a duck' but to me she was much more sentimental than that, a 'get well'present for Christian post car-crash, and just a 'chin up' investment for us both.. she will be very much missed. poor dylan. he'l be so lonely.
On the plus side..after days of 'solitary thought' and hard work (stress) my creative writing portfolio is somewhere in between here and Newcastle, out of sight, out of mind..I'm so glad...I would post on here, but I blush at even the thought of my teacher reading the tragic spew I managed to put on paper...who writes poems about onions?!
Mid-winter
In an attempt at starting new year's aims already, i took to editing some winter pictures from Newcastle, this is the best i could come up with, for a first try, i'd hope it wasnt too bad, although..you know, bit boring.
I also came across this (really really) old video...probably from about this time 4/5years ago, and chuckled to myself for a very long time. how wonderful.
to add to the list of things to do in 2009:
- films things more.
Things to do in 2009
- learn how to play Backgammon
- visit the boy in new york
- visit edinburgh and durham
- improve my photography skills
- write my blog
- join some societies/mix it up.
its the end of day 4, and so far I have..
- worked
- discovered some wonderful marshes near where i live
- spent two whole days only writing poetry (for school)
- been out for dinner twice
- drunk 5 different kinds of tea
- enjoyed huckleberry finn
- napped with the boy.
not really a lot, but all things i've enjoyed immensly.
i love these two very much.
come dine with me.
Who?
Plato
Wes Anderson.
Jose Saramago
T.S. Elliot.
Andy Warhol
Ian Mcewan
David Bowie
Roget
Elliott Smith
Nico
Marlon Brando
Roller Girl
Joel Cohen
Where?
A big oak table, in someones garden, lanterns and stepping stones.
Hot Topics?
Plato would attempt to bring up the colour purple, and Roget would shoot him down by naming all the different shades and varieties..specifics wouldnt be his thing. Saramago would make mental notes in his head, and i imagine would just sit and watch, everything slightly lost in translation, good topic for McEwans next book, although this garden is strictly platonic, and free from murder etc, so at least his imagination would be going wild. I of course am sitting in between Elliott and Elliot, and when i need a break from poetry, Marlon is opposite, so its ok..(although he's in deep discussion with Anderson as to whether or not he could have played a silent, smouldering tenenbaum-im in disagreement.)Roller Girl has been invited to bring some fun to the party, same of Nico, and Bowie, and Warhol is of course at the head of the table.
What Would everyone be wearing?
Great Gatsby meets boogie nights. (roller girl is wearing her boots) smoking jackets are mandatory.
What would you dine on?
Fish pie.
Last to leave?
Bowie
Plato
Wes Anderson.
Jose Saramago
T.S. Elliot.
Andy Warhol
Ian Mcewan
David Bowie
Roget
Elliott Smith
Nico
Marlon Brando
Roller Girl
Joel Cohen
Where?
A big oak table, in someones garden, lanterns and stepping stones.
Hot Topics?
Plato would attempt to bring up the colour purple, and Roget would shoot him down by naming all the different shades and varieties..specifics wouldnt be his thing. Saramago would make mental notes in his head, and i imagine would just sit and watch, everything slightly lost in translation, good topic for McEwans next book, although this garden is strictly platonic, and free from murder etc, so at least his imagination would be going wild. I of course am sitting in between Elliott and Elliot, and when i need a break from poetry, Marlon is opposite, so its ok..(although he's in deep discussion with Anderson as to whether or not he could have played a silent, smouldering tenenbaum-im in disagreement.)Roller Girl has been invited to bring some fun to the party, same of Nico, and Bowie, and Warhol is of course at the head of the table.
What Would everyone be wearing?
Great Gatsby meets boogie nights. (roller girl is wearing her boots) smoking jackets are mandatory.
What would you dine on?
Fish pie.
Last to leave?
Bowie
10th December
I'm home. and it's wonderful.back to tea, big bed, dishwasher (simple things) and hours of undisturbed reading, i have lots to catch up on, and can't wait..its going to be a very merry and warm christmas in hawkhurst, i can tell already!(especially with the return of Boy in 12 days) I'm recreating the love for open fires at spindlewood, and i plan to leave only to appreciate being back in the country as much as possible.
Came home to this picture drawn by the amazing Kaye Deveroux...me hanging out in her back garden in all the 20's finery we could find. this picture is hand painted on a piece of mdmf, if only I were Audrey.
7th December 2008
http://uk.youtube.com/user/freyafilms
a good friend of mine helped produce and direct this gem. Anyone around in London on 20th December should come and check it out at the Prince Charles cinema in Leicester Square. should be a great chance to support something good for a change.
a good friend of mine helped produce and direct this gem. Anyone around in London on 20th December should come and check it out at the Prince Charles cinema in Leicester Square. should be a great chance to support something good for a change.
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