In a foul mood today. Can't concentrate at all on my quantum physics (mind you, who can concentrate on quantum physics?); neither of the printers in my office work; I brood about sex (or, y'know, the lack of it) in the swimming pool changing room; provoke a road rage incident by failing to pay attention on a roundabout; flare my nostrils at the smelly plebs in the supermarket...
It's the kind of day when I'm permanently atremble with frustration.
Belle & Sebastian cheer me up, as Belle & Sebastian are wont to do. Dear Catastrophe Waitress and especially 'If She Wants Me':
'If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts I'd rather hang about and be there with my best friend
If she wants me'
I'm also rather astonished at the daring with which Belle & Sebastian, within the secular world of British indie pop, sing:
'If you don't listen to the voices then my friend
You'll soon run out of choices
What a pity it would be
You talk of freedom don't you see
The only freedom that you'll ever really know
Is written in books from long ago
Give up your will to Him that loves you
Things will change, I'm not saying overnight
But something has to give
You're too good looking not to live.'
- 'If you find yourself caught in love'
It's the kind of day when I'm permanently atremble with frustration.
Belle & Sebastian cheer me up, as Belle & Sebastian are wont to do. Dear Catastrophe Waitress and especially 'If She Wants Me':
'If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts I'd rather hang about and be there with my best friend
If she wants me'
I'm also rather astonished at the daring with which Belle & Sebastian, within the secular world of British indie pop, sing:
'If you don't listen to the voices then my friend
You'll soon run out of choices
What a pity it would be
You talk of freedom don't you see
The only freedom that you'll ever really know
Is written in books from long ago
Give up your will to Him that loves you
Things will change, I'm not saying overnight
But something has to give
You're too good looking not to live.'
- 'If you find yourself caught in love'
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Warwick quantumite? I was at WBS a few years back, honing my Devil craft.
Cooking like a loon is very similar to dancing like a loon. It involves extravagant gestures, bold moves and a tempo worthy of a Russian virtuoso vodka bottle player. It involves joy, childish play, and an almost reckless abandon - a surrender of linear logic to taste, smell and intuition. It is a freedom of sorts.
So a tall French speaking Scot with existential/phenomenological leanings, a penchant for quantum physics (same diff), and an at times worrying over keenness to impose order and absolutes on a silence which basicaly isn't having any of it?
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