i’m in a reading sorta mood.
this summer i’ve been reading loads of travel-y books, the standouts being “the global soul” by pico iyer, and the trashy flight attendent expose of “plane insanity” by elliott hester. now we’re reading “siddhartha” by herman hesse… a book i’ve been meaning to read for a while.
i’m also in a film-watching sorta mood.
in the gay cult tip, last week i checked out “querelle”, a haunting film about sailors on shore leave, with murder, homoeroticism and a permanent orange sunset. i finally got around to seeing “amélie” which is one of those amazing films that makes you smile, not just for the wonderful story, but also for the unique filmmaking. last night i checked out italian classic “la dolce vita” (the good life) which reminds me that life was just as confusing in the 1940′s as it is now.
today i’m getting telewest cable hooked up, with some 120 channels, including film four. this will seal my destiny of becoming an overweight sloth. hoorah!
found out today, that the company i devoted nearly three years of my life to, scient, filed for bankruptcy. in retrospect, i’m quite lucky to have made it out in time. good thing, that 20/20 hindsight.
i feel naughty. i feel guilty. i feel incestuous and i feel a bit like a creepy old man. my new flatmate moved in just a few days ago, and i reckon i fancy him just a bit. my logical mind knows that this can only spell doom but my mojo won’t let things be. at the very least, he’s a great addition to the household, but i reckon there could be a storm a-brewin.
thanks to peter,
==;–)
i know have my own official smileycon:
3;=)
Every day I visit a few friends’ sites, just to keep, erm, abreast.
Jerwin has style.
Cliff has hatred. For you!
Alex has a brain.
Moby has a New York sensibility.
Ru has the sharpest wit.
Oh, and if you follow the “links” link on my homepage you can find all my friends’ sites. Werd up, skillet boiz.
“You’ll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me.”
“Wide Open Space” by Mansun
somedays i just burst out of bed when the sun comes up, put on the kettle, and 20 minutes later i’m out the door to conquer the world.
today was not one of those days. a particular blend of depression, laziness, poor diet, uncertainty in my Life PlanTM the heat and not sleeping well have made me incredibly sloth-like today. it took me until 3pm to even take a shower, and even then it was half-hearted effort.
on top of feeling lazy, i also felt particularly anti-social. some days i’m the social butterfly, texting and ringing and AIMing everyone and their moms, usually sharing with everyone how wonderful my life is or arranging some sort of social gathering to make me feel more important. today, though, i went into super-ostrich mode, ignoring phone calls, vegging out in front of the tele and eating junk food. after lots and lots of self-motivation, i eventually went to run some errands and sit in the park.
oh well. it’s monday, which means i’m off to heaven to absorb alcohol, drama, cigarette smoke and gossip. joy! ;)
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
had a smash up evening last night celebrating greg’s [gasp] 20th birthday. ahh, youth! a night out in london, for me, always starts the same way — with a plan of action, and a set group of people. inevitably, the plan goes horribly/wonderfully wrong, and i usually end up with a bunch of random boys.
around 11:45pm when i’m undoubtedly (1) stumbling around soho, (2) blagging my way past the guestlist queue, or (3) sloppily drinking out of a paper bag on a soho square stoop, i *always* end up phoning or texting random boys who are in my mobile, inviting them out.
just now, my lovely ericsson t39m phone locked up for the first time ever. i had to reboot it by taking out the battery and turning it back on. i [soberly] went through my address book and found sooo many random names that i don’t recognize. names that seem vaguely familiar, but i can’t quite place.
it’s then when i realized that my mobile is a cross between a ‘little black book’ and a remote control. i punch a few buttons, and then, a few moments later boys [hopefully] arrive at my present location. isn’t that awful?
isn’t that great?
what a physically exhausing day. these old bones can’t handle days like this. up till 3 last nightpolishing off a few bottles of vodka and lots of sloppy snacks in honor of michael’s birfday. was up at 6 this morning to clean house and kick everyone out before ikea showed up at 9. I don’t mind assembling ikea furniture, but this must be the largest ikea purchase I’ve ever seen — and the fact that 2 items were missing and 2 were broken frustrates me a bit.
Tonight for dinner I had:
Some pasta with spicy sauce — two full helpings.
Orange and pineapple juice — mixed myself.
About 1/3 can of nasty fat free Pringles.
