up and at 'em
atom ant!
now don't tell me i'm on my own there!?
my imac broke, suddenly and without warning (which seems to be the tagline of life lately: suddenly and without warning). so i took it down to the mac shop on regent street (if you are a mac-fiend, you must go there...!) and they apologised, said it was a "known issue" and fixed it for free. and, as if that wasn't lovely enough of them, they cleaned my baby up till she looks almost like new (so i anthropomorphise, and gender, my laptop, so fucking what?!) and replaced my totally fucked audio port to boot.
to quote a half-decent film:
it can't rain all the time.
****
i've been watching loads of movies lately.
series one of twin peaks on dvd for 15 at fopp: bloody marvelous.
howl's moving castle was lovely, except for the last five minutes, which had the entire theatre laughing out loud...
thumbsucker - a surprise gem; highly highly highly recommended.
and then, at home, the girl was somewhat unimpressed by my two favourite movies. apparently the rest of my movie taste is of a sufficient level that it is still okay, but:
gross pointe blank was "lame";
and things to do in denver when you're dead has a "shit plot"...
****
i'm doing much better lately... ta like, lass.
the cheque from the book review is in the post. yay!
i'm reading shit loads of jung, which i've been meaning to do for years now... which is going... kinda okay. sorta. mostly...
and i heartily recommend, if you find time, anthony burgess' abba abba, which is one of the most beautifully, eruditely crafted books that i have had the pleasure of reading since eco's baudolino.
now git!
****
1. what are you reading at the mo?
2. tell me a secret, something sexy or mysterious about you to make me ponder and wonder and be otherwise intrigued. go on now, don't be shy. i won't tell a soul... cross my heart and hope to fly.
saint adatha
patron saint of recovery, morning sex, and elastic sensibilities
blessed be
xxx
atom ant!
now don't tell me i'm on my own there!?
my imac broke, suddenly and without warning (which seems to be the tagline of life lately: suddenly and without warning). so i took it down to the mac shop on regent street (if you are a mac-fiend, you must go there...!) and they apologised, said it was a "known issue" and fixed it for free. and, as if that wasn't lovely enough of them, they cleaned my baby up till she looks almost like new (so i anthropomorphise, and gender, my laptop, so fucking what?!) and replaced my totally fucked audio port to boot.
to quote a half-decent film:
it can't rain all the time.
****
i've been watching loads of movies lately.
series one of twin peaks on dvd for 15 at fopp: bloody marvelous.
howl's moving castle was lovely, except for the last five minutes, which had the entire theatre laughing out loud...
thumbsucker - a surprise gem; highly highly highly recommended.
and then, at home, the girl was somewhat unimpressed by my two favourite movies. apparently the rest of my movie taste is of a sufficient level that it is still okay, but:
gross pointe blank was "lame";
and things to do in denver when you're dead has a "shit plot"...
****
i'm doing much better lately... ta like, lass.
the cheque from the book review is in the post. yay!
i'm reading shit loads of jung, which i've been meaning to do for years now... which is going... kinda okay. sorta. mostly...
and i heartily recommend, if you find time, anthony burgess' abba abba, which is one of the most beautifully, eruditely crafted books that i have had the pleasure of reading since eco's baudolino.
now git!
****
1. what are you reading at the mo?
2. tell me a secret, something sexy or mysterious about you to make me ponder and wonder and be otherwise intrigued. go on now, don't be shy. i won't tell a soul... cross my heart and hope to fly.
saint adatha
patron saint of recovery, morning sex, and elastic sensibilities
blessed be
xxx
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
1. not much really. for bedtime i am reading Collected Stories of Collette. but it's not really doing a lot for me. in my newly found capacity as a photographer's assistant i have been advised to look at more fashion mags, so i'm doing a bit of that. obviously this does not feed the soul much on the textual content side, but studying photos, contemporary and money-making types, is food for thought.
2. my heart is sewn to my sleeve, in indelible stitches. i want to be the winter sky.
(how's that?)
micro-organism
Adam Had 'Em
as for me, I too am waiting for adam ant to burn down the discos
1. I've always got myself in some verse, right now it's Arthur Rimbaud Season in Hell & Illuminations - I rarely read novels but I happen to be in the thick of Dostoevsky's political novel The Devils
2.the thing about sex in Alaska is location location location call it rugged eroticism, Nature is an aphrodesiac
[Edited on Nov 10, 2005 7:14PM]