Not much to report today - for all the action, see yesterday. And, for those of you who haven't answered, I'm not gonna forget the 'favourite actor/tress' question - seems like it's got you thinking...
So, the grading of papers goes ever on...
Also today I ordered a bank transfer to pay a deposit on an apartment in Paris for my forthcoming six-month research jaunt. I'm looking forward to carrying on this journal when I'm over there: it'll be like I'm taking you all with me.
(Also thinking about starting another blog somewhere in French. Speaking another language is great: it's like you've always got an alter-ego waiting in the wings.)
I was listening to Joni Mitchell earlier and she was singing to me about nostalgia for Paris:
'I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
Nobody was calling me up for favors
No one's future to decide
You know I'd go back there tomorrow
But for the work I've taken on
Stoking the star-maker machinery
Behind the popular song'
- 'Free Man in Paris'
I love Joni Mitchell. I've just rediscovered her. My favourite, inspirational, now late-lamented aunt Jacky gave me a tape with Court and spark and The Hissing of Summer Lawns on when I was in my early teens and, at the time, it was all a bit too... I dunno hippy-dippy wine-soaked high-pitched for my taste, but I've grown into it (I've grown into everything Jacky ever showed me - that was her special magic). Joni has an astounding voice and her lyrics cut me to the bone.
'I used to count lovers like railroad cars
I counted them on my side
Lately I don't count on nothing
I just let things slide'
- 'Just like this Train'
So i'm just hangin' out, leaving dumb comments in strangers' journals (came across two members in Antarctica tonight: klaire and Pirateracer)... and listening to the radio...
Radio 1 had live Slipknot. Jesus, they're so shit. Half Man Half Biscuit have a song that goes, in its entirety (lasts about 30 seconds):
'The singer out of Slipknot went to Rome to see the pope'
[repeat x 2]
and the pope said to his aide:
Who the fucking hell are Slipknot
[repeat x 2]
in relation to me getting out of bed?
You have to hear it no doubt, but it's fucking hilarious.
So anyway, I switched to Radio 3 in hopes of the sultry Verity Sharp presenting some Tuvan throat singing or some such on Late Junction, but Night Waves is over-running AGAIN.
Bastards.
So, the grading of papers goes ever on...
Also today I ordered a bank transfer to pay a deposit on an apartment in Paris for my forthcoming six-month research jaunt. I'm looking forward to carrying on this journal when I'm over there: it'll be like I'm taking you all with me.
(Also thinking about starting another blog somewhere in French. Speaking another language is great: it's like you've always got an alter-ego waiting in the wings.)
I was listening to Joni Mitchell earlier and she was singing to me about nostalgia for Paris:
'I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
Nobody was calling me up for favors
No one's future to decide
You know I'd go back there tomorrow
But for the work I've taken on
Stoking the star-maker machinery
Behind the popular song'
- 'Free Man in Paris'
I love Joni Mitchell. I've just rediscovered her. My favourite, inspirational, now late-lamented aunt Jacky gave me a tape with Court and spark and The Hissing of Summer Lawns on when I was in my early teens and, at the time, it was all a bit too... I dunno hippy-dippy wine-soaked high-pitched for my taste, but I've grown into it (I've grown into everything Jacky ever showed me - that was her special magic). Joni has an astounding voice and her lyrics cut me to the bone.
'I used to count lovers like railroad cars
I counted them on my side
Lately I don't count on nothing
I just let things slide'
- 'Just like this Train'
So i'm just hangin' out, leaving dumb comments in strangers' journals (came across two members in Antarctica tonight: klaire and Pirateracer)... and listening to the radio...
Radio 1 had live Slipknot. Jesus, they're so shit. Half Man Half Biscuit have a song that goes, in its entirety (lasts about 30 seconds):
'The singer out of Slipknot went to Rome to see the pope'
[repeat x 2]
and the pope said to his aide:
Who the fucking hell are Slipknot
[repeat x 2]
in relation to me getting out of bed?
You have to hear it no doubt, but it's fucking hilarious.
So anyway, I switched to Radio 3 in hopes of the sultry Verity Sharp presenting some Tuvan throat singing or some such on Late Junction, but Night Waves is over-running AGAIN.
Bastards.
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we wore thick rubber gloves up to our elbows - because crab are vicious ........ and neoprene braces on our forearms to keep our tendons together. the hold was beneath us - we reached down and grabbed crab - smashed the crab against an extremely dull semi-circular blade cutting it in half. I don't know if you are familiar with crab - I would liken a crab to a prehistoric gigantic spider with an exoskeleton. All the meat is in the legs. After smashing them in half with a dull blade the entrails are wiped off with a large rotating brush mounted on a tray. the legs were then thrown up onto the tray - which is attached to a flue with a jet of water. as the tray filled - crab would fall down into the flue and be pushed to the stern of the boat.
at the stern the crab were cooked in a massive boiler - plenty of crab to be had at any time. the food in general was fantastic - we had a cook - but we paid for it - it came out of our cut. there were no women on board - the deckhands were all ex-Army, ex-Marine adrenaline junkies, and the processors were all under-the-table Mexicans and dumb green college kids (raises hand)
the crab was then put through a series of salt water treatments each one colder than the last - and finally packaged in a box and put in the freezer hold
the day was divided into three 8 hour shifts - you worked for two and slept one. sometimes I would fall asleep and dream of butchering all night - and wake up to a new shift more exhausted than ever before
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edited to say that I fell in love with Alaska - so much so that I walked out of a Classics degree at the University of Chicago to join the Coast Guard and go back
ever been to Alaska?
dude, I'm telling you my life story (and I'm aware that I'm not telling it particularly well).......... probably much more information than you care to know about me
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your the film professor - I'm a lowbrow, but I like what like
Dr.Strangelove bourbon whiskey cheap cigars - that's all I need to be happy
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Joni Mitchell is brilliant - atleast we agree on that
but disagreeing with is so agreeable, I like it when people question my tastes - forces me to look into why I like what I like
[Edited on Jun 08, 2004 2:19PM]
As for Sarah, still has amazingly cult-star status in the US, though she's Canadian and I reckon she's bigger over there. Always critically-acclaimed, though, once she stopped doing all those Canadian movie-of-the-week type dealie-bobs.
Yes, I heart Sarah Polley very much.
As for French, I doubt you have much spare time but I would love to practice w/you offline. Online practice, while I am doing it a bit, is a mite... much for me!
wuv
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